crystals diamonds sparkling in
the morning sun
dew wet cobwebs
strung between trees
blue glass clear skies
crisp fresh air
scarves and gloves
socks and blankets
i got you in
it made winter
beautiful for me
winter is no longer drab and cold
when you're holding my hand
so don't let go
Never being able to sleep
always seems to be the theme of my life
the soundtrack so dramatic
action packed and inappropriate
However the reasons now have changed
my heart beating at a different pace
thinking I can finally answer
all the questions burning in my mind
Being the being I have always wanted to be
is fulfilling in so many countless ways
having lost so much time over chasing this concept
never expecting to actually capture it
Not endlessly striving for perfection
just wanted to be relatively understood
my thoughts always so busy in my before
with everything else in my now has been soothed
Feelings sometimes get the better of me
like the rug pulled from under me, caught unawares
the best I can do is follow the direction they lead
but this time the end result completely unknown
With complete anticipation
yearning, aching, and almost desperation
I take one tiny step forward
and, clumsy me, fall flat on my face
The difference is
as I lay with my inbetweens
I will forever always get up
never letting the fall get my very best
I have always had the opinion
that people who always joke around
have something to hide.
Being one of them myself,
as a severely nervous habit,
but with time those superficial bits are broken down.
So I wonder, is it me?
Do you just not care to really know what lies on the inside?
Which would be okay, if it wasn't so damn important.
If I felt the need not to care,
to not bother trying to get so close,
to not even tolerate something I did not have to before...
But I do.
I could easily just make it not my problem.
But it is.
If things continue in this way,
when even one day is just a little too much
then I will find my time spent on other things.
Let me make You remember that time when we fell from grace,
We were a pair of Angels - Gabriel & Isabel in The Team of Ace,
We fell in Love with each other in January - The Month of Face.
Though we knew Love was Forbidden in our Cult - The Angels,
Still We fell in Love for We were most beautiful of - The Angels,
Uriel sought to gain all the power though I was The Archangel.
Dragged we're to the courtroom of God and holy Angel Father,
Though The Holy Mother tried We were still given punishment,
So we fell from Grace they forgot I gave the prophecy of Christ.
My HP Poem #312
I practiced a tone
that propped many an ear,
while waiting for a devil's curse.
The gargle dizzied a fancy,
posing as a friend,
rescuing me in dire trends
to wallow the poisons
and, as you say, become immersed.
Everyday, a death inside,
and every one steals a piece
that perverts my mind to shame.
To nourish such an affinity,
the know in such confusion;
I have taken to such a game.
To debate my love
in my affected state,
surely by perdition,
bats would snack my tongue.
A grave with a familiar name
is hushed on a cemetery breeze;
to never speak their name again,
at midnight I'll be silhouetted as I'm hung.
My heels will click
and fall to Earth splitting soil,
to warrant my need for you
as my last twitching dance
pumps out my bleeding tears
into the ground above you;
seeping upon your rotting palate
to tell a tale from one with woes
of having not a chance!
I told you once,
before I swung from cracked timber,
that I don't deserve your love.
I'm stealing away
on an electric tide
of an ultimate pain,
to Lucifer's chair by bleeding doves!
You tired of my name;
looked to see urine fan the flame
as your empty smiles litter air!
My shields are closing.
All my demons screaming,
sense me leaving;
if you can't reach me in time,
I'm food for crow,
done my way!
How can U N I be so utterly different and yet simultaneously without you I just do not feel whole.
I can't see the pictures in my mind, but even still these memories, our memories are burned within my soul.
It amazes me how U N I can be our own worst enemies, kindred spirits, complete rivals and passionate lovers all at the same time.
This game of love in itself can be endearing and fulfilling and also unrelenting and unyielding , but in the end it is always worth the climb.
I often wonder if U N I will withstand the tests of time, if our force can weather even the most severe storm.
Seclusion wrapped in duality conjoined to both perfect and destroy one another, endlessly locked in a battle which wages war against the norm.
Side note the title iz U N I. not shre if it will save right this time or nit but just in case.
Every time you hear
A baby laugh -
Every time you see
A firefly -
When new spring
Or you hear the
And Momma's perfume
Fills the room,
When the first flakes
From winter fall -
And when you hear
The robin's call -
When you see
A bright-eyed child
On Christmas morn,
Or a brand-new baby born,
Just like the soft silk
From the corn -
I'm in the teardrops Grandma cries
When praying every night.
And when the eve is over,
You'll feel me in the morning light.
And every ray of sunshine
That warms your Saturday,
I'm there. I'm in their laughter
When I see my sisters play.
When you hear
The thunders roll -
Or hear the sharp song
Of the Oriole,
When April blossoms fill the trees,
Or you hear the song of honey bees,
Just like the gentle
In the cool of the morning dew,
And in the little songs that you
Hum when you're not aware,
Or when new snow falls,
And Grandpa calls
To ask you how you are.
When the rain beats low
And the soft moon glow
Wakes up another star.
I'm in the lazy
The dancing trees -
When the first spring rain
Greets the day,
Or you hear my sisters pray,
And a secret blessing
Falls your way,
When the first leaves
Of Autumn turn,
And Winter nips
Against your door,
And starlight dances
Through the sky,
And bare feet tap
Across the floor,
Or that final breath
Of Autumn sings
A song from oh, so
And Winter sets her
Eyes upon the morning
With a dust of snow,
I'll be watching over you,
As quiet as can be,
With a gentle warmth
Within my heart-
Because you mean
So much to me.
Copyright © 2011 Richard D. Remler
"Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather
openings in Heaven where the love of our lost
ones pours through and shines down
upon us to let us know they are happy."
This poem is not meant to
Offend anyone's faith or
This Is In Memory of Gage King,
My young cousin, who, on Tuesday,
September 2, 2003, at the age of 5,
Was struck and killed while riding
His bicycle by someone speeding
Through a residential section of
Manning, Iowa, USA . .
The first thing went through my mind when I
saw a beautiful woman was.
1. what does she taste like. Her skin. her mouth. that spot right behind her ear. just inside he ear.
The soft curve of her neck. Her shoulders. The junction where breasts meet her arm. That long expanse of her soft belly. Her sweet lips as they parted to allow access. Tart,salty, sweet all combined. I could see myself eating all courses slowly savoring.
2. What does she smell like. Not her shampoo or lotion or perfume or body oils. I mean her pheromones.
that deep unique essence of her.That smell at the base of her neck. under her chin her armpits,the hollows of her elbows. her belly button, her beautiful mound, that simmering potion be it ever so slight or close to overstated as I gradually slid down to Taste. To nibble at her taint and stab gently with my tongue. Her ass. That never- never land of sensual convergence.
3. What does she sound like in various modes. Her voice lilting, high pitched, throaty, nasal. he cadence of her speech. her laugh nervous, content, sing-song. early upon waking.so many undulations and coloration's.
4. What does she think like. concise open, flowing restricted, guarded,untrusting, fair, fearful,provocative, sensual, sexual,cold, shallow, deep,intelligent, smart,vengeful,hurt,
carefree,calculating,ditsy,unsettled, divided, loving,caring,nurturing.
5. Is she Clit or Vag or a combo of both. And what other erogenous hot spots. Which one gets her out of her head and free falling in unabashed ecstasy. Which hollow or crevasse or soft expanse is a fuse. Another ingredient to her potion. how many stimuli could I apply and keep in her sensual Calliope until a thrashing conclusion or a cessation of movement, breathing or sound that will bring her release tumbling down in near syncope.
6. If she had on no lipstick I would imagine her breasts/aereolas/nipples. brown, wide, smooth , bumpy, pink,caramel thick long endless.
7. what comes through her eyes. my god her eyes. That is another universe worth of endless research and
Now I don't do the subconscious speed of light hound dog amalgam.
Now I just see the woman and see the woman again.
All is still applicable but is casual thing. third nature even.
God. Thank you for your gifts.
Keep this heart,
let down so far,
by letting me see
me whilst standing still
dizzied by her beauty.
Keep me in my shelter,
this tormented cell
that wrestles reason,
sealed tight in bony congress;
if but one wish achieves clarity,
it shall be that treasure
of absolute pleasure
to hold her softly
where a complete man
should be allowed to die and dwell
and leave the stage with dignity.
Keep this life of mine,
slave to refuge of time,
where my words on wayward tongue
sought to show you love through rhyme.
The scent of promise within seduction
of eyes unseen, flesh without kiss,
made apparent by misery of chimes
now heard in echoes
of death's affliction!
Oh my lord!!! oh my gosh!!! The poem I was writing just got lost!!!
It was a masterpiece!!! And now it's gone, I feel like forever I will sing this song..
I was trying to hit save, I slipped and hit delete, my time was so wasted, it tastes so bittersweet...
Will it come back? Where did it go? Now I've lost my poets flow??? Damn!
There's gotta be some clever way to let everybody know!!! That....
Oh my lord!!! oh my gosh!!! The poem I was writing just got lost!!!and I'm pissed....