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  Mar 2016 Joyce
Denel Kessler
I dreamed
there was a evil man
searching for wealth
beyond all riches
hidden in the hardened
sculpture of a woman
there was a hero too
I could not see his face
he journeyed to a sacred cave
to guard the precious treasure

he climbed inside
the statue's hollow center
and held the treasure to his chest
where it radiated
with such intensity
he had to close his eyes
it gently pulsed in his hands
calming the anxiousness
leaching sour
in his throat

the villain
shrouded black
entered the cave
a belligerent pirate
yelling obscenities
where are you *****?
when I find you, you'll be sorry
you think you can hide from me?
no one will ever love you
the way that I do


his craven hunger upon seeing
the lost prize glowing heavenly
beneath sapphire stalactites
left this dreamer cold
he began to tear
at the sculpture's *******
with hands encased in forged steel
spiked fingernails slicing
until shimmering gold bloomed
in the statue's chest

zealously the villain tore deeper
molten yellow dripped
from his over-eager fingers
when suddenly from the center
came a flash of scorching fire
the villain dissolved to ash
without a single sound
the hero too transformed
into a luminous bird
not unlike a phoenix

he shook fresh wings
flexed honed talons
raised his crested head
and from hooked beak
there came a sound
like a choir of voices singing
the hero flapped three times
and soared out of the cavern
into the bluest sky
I'd ever seen
Joyce Mar 2016
I stare at a picture.
We look at each other.
Our eyes do not lie.
Some feelings you
can not hide.
Only a picture of
you and me.
Can bring so many
memories.
Feelings that we
can not express.
My pulse racing
through my chest.
I miss us.
My river is flowing.
Feels like my heart
is exploding.
Love drowning
in the ocean.
My words in silence.
My thoughts full
of emotions.
Joyce Mar 2016
Love
me.
Hug me.
Read me.
Trust me.
Follow the
wind and sea.
Show yourself.
So everyone can see.
Let your heart speak.
Let your soul breathe.
Connect with people.
Set your mind free.
  Mar 2016 Joyce
Sarah
Love always begins as a game.

A shy glance.
A careful touch.
A bit of teasing.
Nothing half and nothing whole.

But then it gets serious. From one second to another. If one of them is to decide.

Then love is not a game anymore. You shouldn't miss the moment, when you should stop playing.

Otherwise both lose.
Happy, that I've got mine. Decision of both. <3
Joyce Feb 2016
Another day goes by.
Dark night turns into blue sky.
Every morning birds
sing their glory.
Silent nights when dreams
controls our mind.
Every day we take a chance.
Live our lives
and finding our balance.
Another year goes by.
I'm so thankful for all
beauty to see.
The love I share with you.
Is a gift from my heart so true.
Today I will celebrate.
With a smile on my face.
And feeling so joyfully.
Happy birthday to me.
Joyce Feb 2016
So delicious.
So sweet.
So lovely we
could meet.
I like you.
And crave you.
In my mind
I still taste you.
Remember the
smell of your skin.
Your touch so
intensively.
A memory still
inside of me.
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