~~
In the Stars Fair
Sometimes it's falling
Lost in the dark

My love,
Mingles with millions of stars
Same but hundreds of thousands of light in the line

Who are given
What I have found
But all I have taken

Among thee who am I
Even where are you
Or maybe known to me as the North Star

Lost within everyone
Beyond the known path
Apart from the light

Footprints fade out in the same path
Still spots on the shadows
Even yet it's called the galaxy
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

night melts her leaves
on the winds
carrying the cloudy
scurry of the sky
to the cindery lanes.

Words
So many words and languages
Often confuses more than clarifies
I pull words from deep within
And am left
        Inadequate
        Voiceless
        Wordless
Sil­ence reigns
Meaning is lost
As words pour forth
        Then,
In an instant
A moment is perfectly captured
And I feel I finally know myself
       Then,
Silence reigns
Meaning is lost
As words pour forth
          And I am lost

Kelly Rose
October 6, 2015

The power of a woman is  not  to be underestimated at all,
Maybe that's why men are physically stronger than women,
Because a woman doesn't require that much of physical strength,
All it really takes is her mind and how she uses it,
She can create love or hatred,
Make you love sin or detest it.
She can build you or crash you to crumbs if you're not careful.
Women - use your power wisely,to make lives better;to empower.
Men - be wise enough to know how that power is working in your life,is it in a good way??
Yes you may be her head,but she's in your head (get it??).

The breath from her lips my enchanting vice.
She calls with silent motive in fluid flight, My name
I hear my name on the crest of her *****
In the break of the wave I'm an Argonauts Knight
Beckoning to my Siren.

My Heart races in the ocean foam
My blood marches to your pheromones
She's the promise, a prism of Masters eye
Mystique proscenium.

Her smile floods my thirsty soul
Jealous as the west wind embraces
Truth is you're more than mortality speaks of
You bathe in the full moon of my mind
Where visions echo dreams
That make me race to you at night

With skin the color of coffee what I wouldn't give to have a cup of her
Putting my lips to hers taking long slow sips warming my insides
Her fragrance is like freshly brewed aromatherapy healing my soul.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Her eyes. My God her eyes,
    

      I had never seen the fires of love until I looked into her
      eyes.
    

      Beauty could not describe the presence of her stare as her
      smile tore through the every fiber that created my heart,
    

      The words she spoke destroyed the walls that were built from
      steel, enveloping the cold, dead soul that she had awoken
      inside of me!
    

      And her kiss, as if the angels of heaven pressed their soft,
      delicate lips apon my own. 
    

      How did I become so lucky to have such a blessing put apon
      myself? Only the gods could have thought of such a beautiful
      woman to come before my eyes.
    

      And such a sight she was, her beauty was beyond that of words
      described. It was not lust that caught my breath and purified
      it, it was love that had struck me on this day.
    

      But, alas, she became the one. Not the one that was mine
      forever, no. She was the one that got away.
    

      I fell for lust, instead I fell for lust!! The devil himself had sent the soulless vessel to entrance me into her own deceitful arm, and thus I let my angel go, my God... I let her go..
And now I sit, wishing I had not let the darkness consume me and tear me from the wings of beauty. My angel, my sweet, dearest angel.
The demon is now gone, and she took my soul with her, and once more, the steel walls have risen, but I know, just a whisper from my angel, will make them fall...again.

A heart, like a canvas in the snow
You stood aside, time spent, paint froze
So no masterpiece, no work of art
Why'd you put the heart out there in the start

Snowflakes, a kaleidoscope in the cold
how they fell like there's only one story to be told
But to that heart, something could be seen
The snowflakes had different colours, different dreams, different ways of viewing things
Whispers, shivers, frozen glimmers
Life trapped in this frame of walls and mirrors.