Her World
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Posted:Feb 26, 2010 10:05 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2010 2:54 am
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She sits in the dark
contemplating enjoying the solitude
All are asleep even her constant companion
asleep on her foot
She reaches for and turn on the light
her raddled face showing the effects
of the chronic pain
Her twisted body sagging against the
support padding, her once glorious hair
now streaked with grey no longer vibrant
shiny and curly.
Feverishly her fingers fly across the keypad
keying n the codes and passwords
at last she is here, she enters
she is in her magical world where she is
Younger, beautiful, sensual, intelligent,
witty and so flamboyant
Chatting and teasing and flirting with friends,
her eyes see a name, her heart quickens
Telling her self to calm down, he is just another perp
but still her pulse races
Hello (......) how are you to-day she types
not bad..(.....) how are you going
and so it starts, he is everything she looks for
On profile he is, but she has been fooled
before and hurt, now she is so wary
but there is something abut him, something
something that tugs and makes her heart pound
Oh by the way he types, remember
I was sending you a small token for your birthday
will you email your address again I want to make sure
it is the correct one
An email is sent,, her heart sings,
he is sending her a gift
But in the next post her heart plummets
Oh by the way, I will not be around for a few days
the gift is his way of saying goodbye
He is tired of her and is moving on...
sitting in her home thousands of kilometers away
her heart shatters and once more she feels her beauty
disappear with him....
Her fingers fly across the keyboard,
still the witty flirt, the lady unmoved
the ice maiden many have tried and failed
to make a notch
on their bed head.
The days pass, and she sits at her keyboard
doing what she does so well making believe
enticing the men, luring the women ito her web..
but the posts and play never affect her, on the
screen she is writhing in a over the top climax
The reality is she is empty, gutted, sad and alone
there is a ring of her doorbell
slowly and painstakingly she rises from her chair
leaning on her walking sticks she makes her way to the door
Yes may I help you, she enquirers.....
Yes I think you may be able to assist me
Somewhere deep inside her she feels a feeling
of familiarity, her heart quickens ....why?
You did not lie (...) you have aged
from when the photo was taken,
but your also lied
there is a beauty, an inner beauty (...)
it is all about you
a hand is hesitantly put out to touch
the man before her...(...., is that really you?
Oh my god, her legs give way and she sinks
onto her lounge...
I told you I had a small token for your birthday
A small token of the love that hs grown over the months
I did not tell you I was com ming, I did not want
you to panic or try and put me off
I have come for you my (....) my (...) and when
you are ready my love to bring you home with me
Where I will introduce you to my family and my
We will call into (.....) on our way home and meet with your ...
I want her to look into my eyes
and see the love for her mother there
then my love we will as they say in the Disney movies
Live happily ever after
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A Prayer ion the Darkness
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Posted:Feb 26, 2010 1:56 am
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2010 6:20 am
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I have not added a poem for so long, I have so many unwritten scribblings, half finished and sometimes just a title... I do have one.... it is very dark, I do not know where it cam from.... it is not I think my normal style
A Prayer in the darkness
Despair is my companion
Walking the dark streets
The clocks chime 4am
And Still I am walking
Endless miles from home
Still the same restlessness
Still the gnawing hunger
Still the searching
God I wish I knew what it was
My youth has flown on my lonely quest
Searching always searching
Sometimes I think I come so close
Only to be disappointed
Again the prize glows in its golden radiance
Just beyond me
Once more it is elusive
Once more it slips through my fingers
I pass a cathedral,
My eyes search hungrily
Is what I seek here, quickening my steps
Hope rising once more in my chest
Only to be dashed its is empty,
My footsteps sound hollow, empty
Echoing around me, mocking me in the vast space
Pagan: All I see are plaster statues with dead eyes
Pagan: there is no forgiveness here
My endless quest starts again
Walking the darkened streets once more
Condemned to an eternity of darkness
In my world it is always dark
Just one day of sunlight,
One day of hearing birds sing again
To see beautiful innocent
How subtle your curse
How I laughed when you first delivered it
Those beautiful compassionate eyes
So sad yet no pity just a great sadness
But still worse the Pity there
The pity burned my flesh
It burned what was left of my soul
The 30 pieces of silver lay scattered, in the garden
Still I remain outside alive but not really alive
Cut off from all human touch all human speech
All human warmth, compassion, companionship
Bound in hell for eternity to always be alone
Such a simple release you said....
So simple a bitter laugh rising to the sky
What was it you said......?
Forgive yourself Judas....
I have, our father has
Judas it was your destiny
Those words condemned me destiny....no choice
Screaming in pain to the heavens
How can I forgive myself.....?
Our father gave us the ability to choose
Please I beg let me rest,
I beg you let me taste finally the mercy of eternal sleep
I beg you, please father - show me,
Teach me, allow me finally learn how to forgive myself
Please show me the mercy of self forgiveness
Collapsing to my knees
No longer do I have the ability
Nor the luxury the relief of tears
Dragging myself wearily once more
To my feet, the endless quest continues
Today however I did not come here to show my new works, it is more a confession, a cathartic Ramble a venting, a moving on and finally closing the door on a time that can never return, it is also a thank you to some very special people in my life who have stood by me through some difficult and bitchiness of my part..... to them I think I owe my life, when I was ready to give into the pain and the crumbling body, they were there kicking my but and making me realize just how blessed and lucky a person I am...
Two years ago, I came to this site as Lemurian_Lady, I was lucky I met a lot of friendly people and soon settled down in a routine chatting and cy-bering with both men and women, I was able to put my personal life on hold, the disintegrating marriage and the crumblingg love affair with my best girlfriend.
hat do they say Pride goeth bgefore a fall..... Unwittingly I became a means for a so called friend to end a relationship and come out smelling like roses whilst I would be seen as a betrayer of a friend, a man stealer.
I lost several good friends who believed the lies , it was a beautifully crafted trap and I guess if I had been judging I would have found it hard on the evidence to have believed me either, unfortunately for me they forgot who I was, and that I would never betray a friend.
But out of that ugliness came a friendship and then a love, for the first time in 15 years I was alive, my heart was singing, I was n love with a wonderful man, I am not saying he was perfect, none of us are after all we are human.
The price of that love was very very high, we were unable to go into most room as his ex lady and my ex friend had so many friends and also we would run into her everywhere we went, in the end we stayed in our own literal world either communicating by text, phone, y or in the beautiful gift of love my own room Lemuria, were we built a beautiful Island home our house was built and decordated with love and we sp sent many happy times there.
The fates stepped in and I fell very ill, my cancer returned and a virus I picked up whilst working in a refugee camp resurfaced and slowly began to eat me from the inside....It was joined by an aussie mate an ecol virus, three times they almost killed me but I survived, I had a good man waiting for me, and by this time I had met and became mates with a wonderfulwoman and friend Ocean, the three of us spent many happy times till the illness.
I lost contact as I was so ill, I was on life support and unable to communicate with the outside world.
When finally I came home, in a very weakened state, I tried to contact my love.... to this day I am still not quite sure what happened, I know my eldest had something to do with it. but the man I came back to was bitter, angry and treated me as a , I tried for several months to get his trust back, in the end he asked me to never contact hm again. I was deviated, but I have kep my word.
Ocean was so good to me, I know she spoke to him on my behalf but could not get through, I lost the will to fight and was fading away, My beloved Ocean kicked my ass three ways to Sunday and got me back on track.
I became bitter and twisted as well, and when I was Strong enough I decided to come back to Mature Kiss, but this time I said no one would ever hurt me again this time I would be a domme, a cold hearted one and men under my power would pay the price for his(my love, sou mate) betrayal.
Unfortunately, I was a coward in another way, I did not come back as Lemurian Lady thought Ocean tried to tell me if was a bad move to come back with a new handle....I wouldn't listen, I had been too hurt and did not want to have to facwe the verbal attacks again.
It was easy in a way, my now ex husband wrote the profile and a girl friend helped as well and so Loreli Seaytch was born
I changed slightly and settled down to have fun, no emotional ties just fun no strings and let the domme side of me have free reign, soon I had male and female subs who seemed to thrive on my cruelty and love of punishment for the smallest infraction.
Another man came intro my life and I found myself slowly thawing, he was married and he fell for me, and IO grew fond oh him but my heart stayed firmly hidden from sight. It came to crunch time, his wife found out and he wanted to leave her and come here.....
I did what was necessary, I treated him like shit and humiliated him to such an extent he went back to his wife and and continued in his good life.....It let me lonely, but I am glad he was able to return to his family and from message recently, he now realizes what I did na d thaked me and said he widfe ad he were now close, she had changed she went to the gym and has lost aso much weight, they now talk things over not she barked he jumped..... it has brought me closure and comfort.
There were minor love affairs along the way, but nothing really lasting or important...All along the way OIcean was there to pick me up when I fell, at me on the back if I did good and kick my ass when I falterd.
Then I met a man, and I fell so much in love with him, the real me surfaced, I was so happy and waited counting the hours till he would be on line and we could be together..... then one day he came to me so happy carefree, acting like a scjhoolboy and his first crush, he had fallen in love with a wonderful lady, and he knew his mate would be happy for him..... my heart broke and shattered into a thousand pieces......
He did not realise I had felt that way, so I picked myself up and became his china plate, I am glad I came back as that beside Ocean and Rechelle he is my best friend here and in the real world, and I love him but I have learnt to love him but not be in love with him.... we have both helped each other through some rough times, he knows he can trust me implicitly and I the same with him
My coming back with a new handle had its price as well, some guessed and I in the end told them yes, but others who had been good friends I did not tell, when one lady friend found out she was so hurt and angry with me she banned me from her room, I tried to explain but the hurt went to deep, as she said how could she ever trust me again, and so I lost her .
During my time here I have met some incredible people and made some good friends, there was one Lady Lisa, she and I had very similar childhoods, similar pains and we worked in the same area because of our childhood, when the darkness came upon her I would hold her close till it passed and she did the same for me... Late last year she uccumbed to Cancer, her death devistated me and I miss her still.
I have to mention TD Rex, LJ Hggman, as special friends as well, they have been kind and we have laughed, cried argues and giggled they are very good friendsand they know I truly adore them
Ocean, what can I say, she is a beautiful inside and out woman who I am proud and so honored to call my friend and when I am really lucky lover,.She is unique in afield where there are many witty and intelligen women, she has a style and so much class.... thehy broke the mould when she ws created.
Rechelle, my sweet Carolina peach, you also have a special place in my heart, you warmth, caning nature, and sensuality.... well you are the whole package and you know you are very much cared for.
Silkin,.... we have crossed swords and sometimes been on opposite sides. but always there was a respect for your loyalty and the way you defended your friends, because of a mutual friend and our worry over him, we have finally come together, and I have great respect and affection for you as well, and I hope our friendship gorws and flourishes....
Gentleboy, and LJ Gibbs, both are new Friends who make me laugh, talk to me and make me feel good and I in turn try and bb there for them as well.
In my life now there is romance, no I will not say who my lover is, but with him, I again feel very special as if I am the only one in the world when I am with him..... we have been together but not... we are not a coupole but are.... we are on journey to see if we truly meant to come together, only time will tell but this time, this time I am taking it very slow, this time I do not demand to be exclusive, this time I do not try to suffocate, this time I know He need freedom to be himself and if he returns each night and wes sleep together in our drams then I am content...if He does not then he was never truly mine.
Well that is it, my two years on AF, it is long and rambling but I hope makes sense, yes some names have been left out and some incidents too otherwise i would take till next year to finish...
Please do not judge me too harshly, I have done some stupid things, made mistakes and most probably will in the future, but from all this I have learnt the value of a friend and the nature of a confidence and loyalty. I have hurt people during my journey but in my defense never maliciously or on purpose...... I can be thoughtless at times, but I think I am also a caring person and I too will defend a friend against all... I will tell a friend my opinion no matter if it makes them mad but friendship is just that taking the good and the bad and still loving that friend.....
thank you for reading my blog
 
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Bloody Inconvenent Timing
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Posted:Nov 10, 2009 4:34 am
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2010 1:57 am
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Sitting in the Doctors Surgery
Stunned in shock disbelief
The doctor is speaking, some words penetrate
Platitudes he is talking bloody platitudes
15 years I have slugged my guts out
Worked weekends, holidays, always there
Working twice as hard as the men trying to prove myself
Finally recognition, I am going to be made a partner
A female and the youngest to be made a partner
Now this ‒ dam bloody inconvenient timing
No I refuse to believe it is a mistake
My mind starts working feverishly,
If I tell them I can kiss my partnership goodbye
They would say well under the circumstances
The kiss of death, I would never make partner
There would always be a mark me
There has to be something I can do… think
That it, yes I just might pull it off
I can work through Christmas, very few staff around,
If I am asked …what is the matter you look terrible
Can shrug it off as a festive season hangover...yes yes
If I can holdout till Late January ‒
I am owed some vacation time
Dam the timing is inconvenient
The months fly by my body adjusts
My mood swings thought of as my usual
Icy bitchishy self….
Packing my bag,
The moment I have been dreading
The ambulance is here,
They put me on the stretcher
The journey begins sometimes
I just wanted to give in…
The blessed relief to give up
We are there, thank God
The pain, the pain is incredible
Trying not to scream
I answer the admission questions
Trying to remember, Idiot girl,
Can’t she see I am in pain!
Gripping the nurses hand, nail digging in
She pats my hand…
Not much longer dear
There now it is not that bad is it?
Dam m stupid of course it is that bad,
She is not experiencing the pain I am
Oh god thank heaven it is over
They bring it to me….. I
Undo the blanket oh my god
There before me two sets of the most beautiful
Hazel eyes I have ever seen,
They open and stare at me, Love instant
All consuming loyalty protection
All these thoughts lash through my brain
My beautiful baby’s not inconvenient timing
    
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She who Walk s in the Night
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Posted:Nov 8, 2009 2:45 am
Last Updated:Nov 9, 2009 6:25 am
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She the walker in the Night
She stands in the shadows
Watching the occupants within
Their human smell fills her being
The lust comes upon her
Her fangs appear her talons break through
Her eyes fill with blood
She stays in the shadows, watching
Waiting, envisioning the feast ahead
Her body trembles her heart if it still be that
Pumps with the venom she calls blood
She watches waits to find the weakness
The mistake to allow her entrance
A soft tinkling laugh drifts on the night breeze
Familiar, yet not
It triggers a feeling, she staggers
An emotion like a knife cutting into her
Once more in control, she glides closer,
What was that sound
Why was it so familiar?
A small cherub of a , with glistening red hair
Runs into sight, that sound issuing forth
Huge emerald eyes flanked by long curling lashes
Open wide and look at her, the cherub comes
She stares out into the night into her eyes and waves
Waves of memories attack her,
Groaning in pain she is forced to the ground
Screaming in anguish
Her death her rebirth flashes before her eyes
Looking up she members the sound
Her family, her wee bairn used to make that sound
Her beautiful red haired Lorelei used to laugh that laugh
She remembers the night her dark Lord came for her
She remembers
Her fangs contract her talons disappear
She turns from the warmth of the house
The laughter and love,
Fleeing from the sound of happiness
Fleeing from what once was hers
She who walks in the night continues
She prowls the night alone, the memory of the
Laughter fading away
But the hauntingly beautiful emerald eyes remain
Reminding, torturing burning her
The sadness of knowing what she lost
Follows her
Across the lake in the stone home
The family who resides there continues
They continue to laugh and to be happy
Not knowing how close they came
So close to being walkers of the night
 
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She who walks the Night
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Posted:Nov 7, 2009 9:08 pm
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2010 1:59 am
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She the walker in the Night
She stands in the shadows
Watching the occupants within
Their human smell fills her being
The lust comes upon her
Her fangs appear her talons break through
Her eyes fill with blood
She stays in the shadows, watching
Waiting, envisioning the feast ahead
Her body trembles her heart if it still be that
Pumps with the venom she calls blood
She watches waits to find the weakness
The mistake to allow her entrance
A soft tinkling laugh drifts on the night breeze
Familiar, yet not
It triggers a feeling, she staggers
An emotion like a knife cutting into her
Once more in control, she glides closer,
What was that sound
Why was it so familiar?
A small cherub of a , with glistening hair
Runs into sight, that sound issuing forth
Huge emerald eyes flanked by long curling lashes
Open wide and look at her, the cherub comes
She stares out into the night into her eyes and waves
Waves of memories attack her,
Groaning in pain she is forced to the ground
Screaming in anguish
Her death her rebirth flashes before her eyes
Looking up she members the sound
Her family, her wee bairn used to make that sound
Her beautiful red haired Lorelei used to laugh that laugh
She remembers the night her dark Lord came for her
She remembers
Her fangs contract her talons disappear
She turns from the warmth of the house
The laughter and love,
Fleeing from the sound of happiness
Fleeing rom what once was hers
She who walks in the night continues
She prowls the night alone, the memory of the
Laughter fading away
But the hauntingly beautiful emerald eyes remain
Reminding, torturing burning her
The sadness of knowing what she lost
Follows her
Across the lake in the stone home
The family who resides there continues
They continue to laugh and to be happy
Not knowing how close they came
So close to being walkers of the night
  
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Once I was loved
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Posted:Nov 5, 2009 9:39 am
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2009 4:40 am
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Once I was loved
What a wonderful day,
The sky a beautiful azure
Not a cloud on the horizon
An ocean breeze ruffles my hair
My rocker a perfect place to relax
My eyes close
The memories come flooding in
There you are in front of me
Your beautiful eyes twinkling
The lopsided smile
It made my heart beat so fast.
Seeing that golden Palace
Where we first met
Slowly grew to know each other
The deed of good intentions
Twisted into something dirty and deceitful
Friendships lost and the bitterness screamed
Like a phoenix rising from the embers
Our Love bloomed
Shakily at first,
So much baggage between us
Dragging us down mistrust and lies abounded
Barriers finally broken down
And hearts united in a love so sweet
A token of love given
An island of incredible beauty
A home built together
A retreat from the real world
Japanese gardens of tranquility
Walks along a beach
Swims in a lagoon fed by waterfall so fresh and pure
Plans for our future we made
Dinners for two, carefully planned
Candles aromas of vanilla and Ylang ylang wafted
A wood fire flickering dancing
Long sensual love making
Gifts of love given and treasured
Then like a viper the illness struck
Taking you from me
Hovering between life and death
Desperately trying to reach out to you
You were fading no longer seen
Someone thinking they knew best
Destroyed what contact we had
Home at last I sought you out
Searching you could not be found
Finally you were there
But you were so cold so distant
You were so cruel gone was your loving words
Now there were only lashings and insults
My heart shattered,
I became the bitch
Stalking With whip and knife,
My victims well chosen
Friend’s pleas I did not heed
And continued down the path
Towards oblivion
A man kind, gentle and decent
Crossed my path,
Slowly the pain lessened
My heat began to mend
My salvation I thought I had gained
The gods had other plans
A woman fighting for her man
A woman trying to once again have his love
To be kind I was cruel
I ripped his heart out and left it laying on the ground
Sending you back to her waiting arms
I am alone, but that is not so bad
Fragile still and wary
Taking time to finally know the real me
I was once loved by someone so fine
To experience a gift so rare
Hoping one day we will be friends
Holding out my hand,
Hoping one day you will take it
I was once loved
In my memories I still am
Living still in Lemuria
Walking hand in hand in gardens of tranquility
Young and beautiful if only in your eyes
Remembering Once I was blessed…
  
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The Beauth Inside
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Posted:Nov 5, 2009 8:57 am
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2009 4:19 am
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This poem is very personal, it was a goodbye at long last of an incident.
It was carthagic....it has set me free.....
I hop you enjoy it
The Beauty Inside
An act of aggression
A deed foul and terrible
Humanity that day at its worst
Those born of power and privilege
And yet but a pack of dogs
Defended by lesser mortals
To proud to admit their seed was flawed
The fear to tell would I be believed
Keeping it t inside the eyes went dull
The mind went blank
The men in white coats came
The false priests pray,
That Justice will remain blind
The wept in vain
The stirring inside begins to bring me back
The decision has been made
I will not see you I will not meet you
You come,
I see you,
I love you
We will not part
You are part of me
You are not guilty of the foul deed
You are the joy of my life
The love that is now mine
To Cherish
To last till I fade from this world
To protect and nature
To guard from all harm even when my footsteps can no longer be heard
 
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The Lovers
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Posted:Nov 5, 2009 8:45 am
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2009 4:45 am
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The Lovers
Quickening my pace
I am almost there
Such a beautiful day
I can hardly wait
I am so excited
I want to tell Eleanor and Joe my news
To think this time last week
I was bitter railing against a callous God
Blaming him for all my problems,
Not accepting I shared the blame.
What are all these people doing here?
Oh no, a sinking feeling
In the pit of my stomach
Pushing my way through
To the front of the crowd
Oh no, why, why now!
The tears fall as I see
Sitting on the park Bench
Eleanor and Joe,
I reach out to touch my friends
A policeman’s arm stops me
A gruff voice, growls at me
What are you doing Lady?
Do you know them?
Yes….No, well sort of,
Each Wednesday, we meet here
We would chat, feed the ducks, I listen
The policeman’s’ voice retreats into the background
My heart cries Oh Ellie, Joe what happened.
Looking at them tears streaming down my face
I see what I had missed earlier
Their eyes are looking into each others’
There is a smile on their face
A glow about them. Radiance
A voice penetrates my fog
Hello, you must be Lorelei
I look into kindly twinkling eyes
What oh err yes, do I know you?
No, but I know of you,
Ellie and Joe talked of you often
What happened err…what is your name?
Call me Grace, they escaped of course.
Oh honey don’t be sad,
Rejoice, be happy for them
How can I be happy?
Lorelei, you know they were unhappy
Their families did not understand
They were about to separate them
This afternoon, Ellie’s family were coming
To collect her, taking her from him
They would never have seen each other again
Lorelei, look at them,
they are so in love
So happy
And more importantly
They are together
Grace was right,
Even in death their love could not be quenched
Walking away I realized
God in his wisdom had thwarted a cruel separation.
I left the park that day rejoicing
Saying a prayer,
A wish that I might one day
Find the happiness
The love these two souls had shared…
Love it seems has no barriers;
To-day would have been Joes 93 birthday
Tomorrow Eleanor would have celebrated her 90th
    
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A poem for all the women out htere....
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Posted:Nov 1, 2009 8:41 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 10:46 pm
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I wish this was my poem, but it is not, a friend sent it to me, I I instantly fell in love it ......
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
enough
money within her control to move out
and
rent a place of her own,
even
if she never wants to or needs to...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
something
perfect to wear if the employer,
or
date of her dreams wants to see her in an
hour...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .
a
youth she's content to leave behind....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a
past juicy enough that she's looking forward
to
retelling
it in her old age....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... .
a
set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a
black lace bra..
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
one - friend who always makes her laugh...
and one who lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a
good piece of furniture not previously owned by
anyone else in her family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
eight
matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and
a recipe for a meal,
that
will make her guests feel honored...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .
a
feeling of control over her destiny...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how
to fall in love without losing herself..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how
to quit a job,
break - up with a lover,
and
confront a friend without;
ruining the friendship...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
when
to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...
EVER WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that
she can't change the length of her calves,
the
width of her hips, or the nature of her
parents..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that
her childhood may not have been perfect...but
it's over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what
she would and wouldn't do for love or
more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how
to live alone... even if she doesn't like
it...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. .
whom - she can trust,
whom - she can't,
and
why she shouldn't take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go...
be
it to her best friend's kitchen table..
or
a charming Inn in the woods...
when - her soul needs soothing...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
What
she can and can't accomplish in a day.. .
a month...and a year...
oooooOOooooo
I do not know about you but it struck a cord, and I found myself nodding in agreement and mouthing yes oh yes that is so true.
Time for my Dummy
Why did you come to Mature Kiss or Passion?
I came looking for something, a friend, titillation, adventure maybe somethings that are considered Taboo in my circle of friends.
I also wanted a place when I could chill out from the stresses of my Day, meet people all over the world, chat, laugh, swap recipes, talk world events and of course cy ber.
I was lucky, I met some great peope and made friends, fell in love, had my heart shattered, but have wonderful memories and now have closure.
Dusted myself off, and flirted and teased.... was asked by a room to become a Mod, that I was excited and enthusiastic, then those who are jealous and petty got out the knives.
I am not perfect, nor was my Love, but we tried to put our baggage behind s and come together as one. It was only later I was told of the rumors ad nd gossips that had started to circulate.
It was shrugged off and I put it aside and forgot.
Reluctantly I left the room and joined another as a Mod and training officer, it renewed my excitement and the jadedness's seem to fade, it was a good room and the goal of the owner sounded wonderful.
When I came to this site I was still married al thought it was very rocky, we have since separated, so I wanted to explore my sexuality.
Boundaries, taboos, sexual orientation, all th os things I wished to look at, were they fir me, did I have a leaning towards S&M, did I prefer the company of women to men or enjoy both equally.
So different men and women were spoken with an invitations accepted, some choices may not have been in my best interests, BUT it should have been left to me to find out.
Again the gossip began to circulate, again the specter of...Ladies lock up your men Lorelei is on the prowl again, and you know she love stealing men from their partners.....
She is a mischief maker, you cannot trust her, she will tell your secrets, she will break confidences and so on..... but this time it was different.
This time it was done when I was in a weakened state and not able to defend myself.
This time, I would nt forgive and accept that there are people out ht ere who like to hurt people for their own twisted pleasure.
This time the information and all my archives were sent to Mature Kiss to deal with.
This time I have asked for the guilty parties to be traced and banned from Mature Kiss not by their handle but by their IS P's so that no matter who they come back as they are traced and banned again.
If it was just myself it was happening to, I would accept and go about finding the culprit and just move on. It is not however the case, at least 4 of my friends have been attacked in similar ways, their reputation dragged through the mire.
But petty Liars are always found out, you always make a mistake and are brought to judgment by your peers.
To call an Honorable lovely man a stalker because a woman was carrying so much baggage she could not recognize genuine love when it was offered is both bloody stupid and pathetic I feel so so ry for her she threw away a chance to be truly loved.
Three lovely ladies, generous, compassionate, intelligent, always willing to help one in trouble, also felt the bite of disgusting twisted gossip and were hurt.
In closing, if you are like me, and am sick and tired of the liars who come into a room and tell of terminal diseases, broken hearts, stalkers, etc etc..... ignore them or let them know you are not taken in by team...... well maybe there are genuine people here who really are quite ill, and this is their haven, their place where they can forget their reality for a while. Those who are genuine should have friendship extended, laughter, chats and a bloody good time but the others and they know who they are... be warned, I am sick of the hypocrisy, deceipt and dishonesty and I will no longer tolerate or turn a blind eye t it.
     
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Another poem for my blog..... a hint a Warning, an amused smile
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Posted:Oct 31, 2009 6:46 pm
Last Updated:Nov 1, 2009 8:42 pm
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The Sirens Song
The village is old and steeped in myths
The Village is quiet and still today
Fear and death stalks its lane ways
Yesterday its cobbled streets rang with the laughter
ran, played, chased and sang their childish songs
To-day the silence is eerie
The old women, the wise ones have gathered in counsel
The Myst is back, she is back
There is fear in their rheumy old eyes
They pray to their gods please let the
Brew be strong let there be enough
Begging they raise their arms, let all the men be strong let them for a day be deaf
Let them turn away from the Sirens Song
Centuries ago a recently come fishermen to the village sort sanctuary on the Sirens’ island
His greed and lust for gold, caused him to kill her beloved white unicorn
Always the Siren had offered safe harbor
To the men returning from fishing to feed the village.
She had cared for them, stayed the storms
No man from the village was ever lost in a storm,
If they fell overboard the her dolphins
And Orcas saw them safely ashore.
One, a brutish drunkard with little respect for human
Life let alone that of a beautiful creature,
Trapped the enchanted creature in a brutal trap
The unicorn died of fear and a broken heart
The sirens’ wrath was terrible to witness
The Seas and sky turned deadly,
The boats from the village destroyed
Most of the men perished dashed on the rocks
Whilst the Sirens’ song played in their ears
Her anger still was not appeased
She came to the village taking on human form
The statue of her in the village square came to life
The Siren sang her song
Her voice sweet and true
All who heard came and sat at her feet
The men left in the village came to her
Bowing and telling of their love for her
She did not speak to them
But continued her enchanting sang
Weaving a spell over all who heard
When all in the village were there in the square
Her voice changed
Her beautiful face changed,
In its place a face so cold
So hauntingly beautiful
Terrifying in its coldness
One reason, give me one reason
The icy voiced deadly in it's quietnes asked
Why should I not destroy the village?
Destroy all who dwell here
I gave you a plentiful supply of fish
Sunlight and rain for your crops
Your men were never lost at sea
Your village prospered
All were happy
Did I ask anything of you?
Was I a demon and demanded sacrifice
Did I ask for your as slaves?
Your young maidens as sacrifices
No all I asked was for my creatures
My beautiful and I
To be left in peace
You killed one of my
From this day your village will be cursed
Cursed by the Sirens Song
Whenever the mysts rise and the wind howls
You will hear my song
You will know
Your young men are about to die
A young woman stepped forward
Please he was not of our village
He who killed your unicorn
Please do not punish us because of a stranger
The young woman pleaded with the Siren
A young barely able to walk
Came forward to the feet of the Siren
In his hands he carried an oldbattered
But cherished toy
his chubby little hands held forth
His precious possession
Offering his wooden unicorn to the Siren
You may have my unicorn she is beautiful too
She turned from the villager sand the
The Siren sat as stone for a day
Finally she stood and looked at them gathered before her
When the mysts rise, I will sing my song,
If no man heeds my song
Your village will be spared another hundred years
Those who heed my call will be lost
They will belong to me till I tire of them
Till I throw them to their death into the sea
The Myst is back
The Siren has returned to her Island home
Lorelei sits on the Rocks of her island
Her voice carries across the waters
Beware her song so beautiful and pure
Beware her face so perfect so appealing
Beware I warn you all beware of Lorelei
Her heart is cold as ice
She will take you into her arms
Whisper words of love
Promising you pleasures
Promising her love for evermore
Beware men of the Sea
Heed not Lovelies’ Song
Heed not Song of the Siren
Beware men of the sea
Heed not Lorelei and her song
Ocean, my muse, my goddess my dearest lady Love
Big Jake, me old china plate,My best male bud...the Man I would gladly give my heart if he had ever asked...
The Mask
Twilight descends
The mask begins to slip
Millions of stars dot the black heavens
The reality I am alone
How can I complain
It was I who cried aloud
I can and will do it my way
Now I rea lise how much was taken for granted
expected as my due
I have the chance to be sheltered again
The cry you are selfish rings in my ear
Are they right should I retreat
But no I stand alone
Alone in the twilight
Looking up at the heavens my friends the stars are smiling and encouraging
The Mask was the first poem I attempted, at this time I would like to acknowledge a good friend and his immense help at guiding, inspiring and just holding my hand through the bad times
Well to be truthful there are two..... thank you my dear friends you are in my heart and you both know you have my love
The mask was written as a cathartic piece when my husband and I first separated.
Sexual Partner ‒Lover - Friend
What is the difference I ask myself?
A cheeky wink,
Sassy typed lines on a screen
He is kissing you
As his hands start their wandering
A sexual partner, casual
Will it lead to more?
So easy so fleeting not respected at all
He has come back
He says he wants more
Your eyes glitter your mind races
Flirting you draw him in
Terms of endearment
Professed undying love you are his
He is yours there has never been
There will never be another lover
He is your all you’re everything
5 minutes later there you are
Another man another room one
Another one and only pure love
Lovers it appears are a dime a dozen
Today you cannot live without them
Tomorrow a fresh smile
A wink; a flirt, a tease
Lord the chase exciting
You are alive
Heady with sexual power
A friend however is far rarer
A precious golden orb
Lying in the rubble of
Lies, deceit, broken trust
Friendship cannot be taken
It has to be earned and proffered
It is a treasure
Fought for and maintained
Trust has to be earned
A fledgling hand held out
A tenuous relationship added over time
A friend can be a lover or not
A friend is one you laugh with
You can cry on his shoulder,
when times are hard
You can chat for hours
Solving world problems
Or giggling over not that funny jokes
But when told to you by your friend
The most hilarious you have ever heard
A true friend is there
In the good and the bad times
A friend is treasured
Protected against all
A friend holds your heart and soul
In their hands
Sexual partner 5 minutes maybe a day
A lover a day; a week; a month; a year
A friend life partner is just that
Eternity or longer
 
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Lorelis' Feelings, Emotions, attempt at Poetry and most importantly Dummy Spits
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Posted:Oct 31, 2009 6:32 pm
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2010 5:33 pm
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I have been absent for a while, during that time,I have had time to think, assess and reavaluate what is important in my real world life and my cyber life.
Friendship...true and honest friendship.
Recently I was banned from a room, it was done for the best intentions, and after mediation, it has been reversed, however during that time I found out who really were honest and true friends.
Loreli is returning, well laughing I already have, but it is a slightly changed Siren...
I would like to start my blog with a Poem, maybe it will give a hint to the new Siren/Wytch
Sexual Partner ‒Lover - Friend
What is the difference I ask myself?
A cheeky wink,
Sassy typed lines on a screen
He is kissing you
As his hands start their wandering
A sexual partner, casual
Will it lead to more?
So easy so fleeting not respected at all
He has come back
He says he wants more
Your eyes glitter your mind races
Flirting you draw him in
Terms of endearment
Professed undying love you are his
He is yours there has never been
There will never be another lover
He is your all you’re everything
5 minutes later there you are
Another man another room one
Another one and only pure love
Lovers it appears are a dime a dozen
Today you cannot live without them
Tomorrow a fresh smile
A wink; a flirt, a tease
Lord the chase exciting
You are alive
Heady with sexual power
A friend however is far rarer
A precious golden orb
Lying in the rubble of
Lies, deceit, broken trust
Friendship cannot be taken as given
It is a treasure that has to be sought
Fought for and maintained
Trust has to be earned
A fledgling hand held out
A tenuous relationship added over time
A friend can be a lover or not
A friend is one you laugh with
You can cry on his shoulder, when times are hard
You can chat for hours solving world problems
Or giggling over not that funny jokes
But when told to you by your friend
The most hilarious you have ever heard
A true friend is there
In the good and the bad
A friend is treasured
Protected against all
A friend holds your heart and soul
In their hands
Sexual partner 5 minutes maybe a day
A lover a day; a week; a month; a year
A friend life partner is just that
Eternity or longer
Sexual partner; Lovers are a dime a dozen
Easily discarded for a new toy
Friend a true friend is so rare
That once found and offered
Is held with reverence and love for evermore
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