Music, art, poetry, all forms of creative expression.
The Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if
you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for
love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have
touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have
become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with
pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be
careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can
disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not
betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can
source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of
the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to
know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you
will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what
sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you
keep in the empty moments.
Music
The poets of mixed media: Todd Agnew, Meatloaf, Mary J. Blige, Alanis Morissette, Il Divo, John Legend and many, many others.
Movies
Television
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After Awhile
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After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a woman,
Not the grief of a child
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
In stead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth,
and you learn and learn...
With every good bye you learn.
Veronica Shoffstall 1971
Books
Poetry of Maya Angelou, Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath, Walt Whitman, e.e. cummings!, Ted Hughes, Oriah, and the immortal genius of Emily Dickinson.
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Phenomenal Woman
by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where
my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a
fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
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i like my body when it is with your
by e.e. cummings
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i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
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Heroes
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For My Lover, Returning To His Wife
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by Anne Sexton
She is all there.
She was melted carefully down for you
and cast up from your childhood,
cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies.
She has always been there, my darling.
She is, in fact, exquisite.
Fireworks in the dull middle of February
and as real as a cast-iron pot.
Let's face it, I have been momentary.
A luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor.
My hair rising like smoke from the car window.
Littleneck clams out of season.
She is more than that. She is your have to have,
has grown you your practical your tropical growth.
This is not an experiment. She is all harmony.
She sees to oars and oarlocks for the dinghy,
has placed wild flowers at the window at breakfast,
sat by the potter's wheel at midday,
set forth three children under the moon,
three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo,
done this with her legs spread out
in the terrible months in the chapel.
If you glance up, the children are there
like delicate balloons resting on the ceiling.
She has also carried each one down the hall
after supper, their heads privately bent,
two legs protesting, person to person,
her face flushed with a song and their little sleep.
I give you back your heart.
I give you permission --
for the fuse inside her, throbbing
angrily in the dirt, for the bitch in her
and the burying of her wound --
for the burying of her small red wound alive --
for the pale flickering flare under her ribs,
for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse,
for the mother's knee, for the stocking,
for the garter belt, for the call --
the curious call
when you will burrow in arms and breasts
and tug at the orange ribbon in her hair
and answer the call, the curious call.
She is so naked and singular
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.
Willowston's Details
Status:
Single
Here for:
Networking, Friends
Orientation:
Straight
Body type:
5' 10"
Ethnicity:
White / Caucasian
Religion:
Christian - other
Zodiac Sign:
Capricorn
Children:
Proud parent
Education:
College graduate
Occupation:
Poet, Mother, Student, Philosopher
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This is my page dedicated to my poetry and some of the poetry that I admire. Poetry has been my main outlet for the better part of 25 years. Some of my poetry will be that old, and some as recent as yesterday. Please note that almost all of my work has been copyrighted or published in some way, shape or form. If you do wish to use any of my poems in any way, please send me a message and I will give you the name to give proper credit! Thank you for your consideration and especially for reading the words of my life!
What exactly constitutes "good" art, poetry and music will always be a cause for debate. What is beautiful to one person, may seem truly awful to another.
As of right now, in the limited MySpace format, my original poetry will be on the right side and poetry by other authors on the left. Let me also clarify here, that the poetry I admire is not chosen because of the "message", but how the author uses his or her words. Imagery is really the main thing that usually attracts me to a certain poem. Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath are both wrote tragically beautiful verse! The subject matter may have absolutely nothing to do with anything pertaining to my life, but the writing is timeless and could just as easily been written in any decade, possibly any century. That makes it remarkable.
For example, the Anne Sexton poem "For My Lover Returning to His Wife", became a favorite of mine while I was still in high school. The comparisons and imagery cause you to feel the emotion of the poem, even if you have never been in a situation even remotely similar. I have yet to write a poem that good, but I will.
Staring at my coffee cup
Lost in rememberance
Mesmerized by the power
A kiss has over me.
The first time
the surpise
of not only the fact
that your lips were on mine
but that my lips responded
without hesitation.
And today
the soft, the firm
The passion
That I did not expect
From a kiss.
The seeking,
The knowing,
The dance,
and surrender.
I was intoxicated,
Lost in it,
Yet so accutely aware.
Pressing in,
Drawing out,
Emotion hidden
Just below the surface,
Unlocked only now,
By the kiss of one worthy man.
July 1997
It started coming back,
Like a calm tide,
Kissing the shore rhythmically,
Then, like a burst of life,
Waves of it crash over us,
Taking the ugliness,
Back out to sea,
As we surrender the pain,
And redraw the boundaries,
And regain trust,
One wave at a time.
ANOTHER DAY, SAME STORY
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You think I am in love,
I find it almost funny,
What do you know?
Though distant,
I can still remember
How that felt.
How arrogant to think
That this could be
That.
Love takes two
and you are not
in love with me
and neither am I
with you.
Who I'd like to meet: MAYA ANGELOU!!!!! MeatLoaf.
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The Look
If only I could have captured,
The love in your eyes that day,
When you turned to me
A little afraid, a lot amazed,
I didn't expect to see it again,
A look that would melt my heart,
Green eyes full of tears and love,
We were a family from this start.
And I will never forget,
The joy in our following laughter,
When together we accepted our gift,
As we saw our newborn daughter.
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I am in awe
Of this man
I see before me.
I look in his eyes
And they are my own
He reminds me of my brother
and sounds like his father,
But God saw me a fit being
To continue this race
To create in me
This angelic person
To birth him onto this planet
and to be my legacy.
A man in His image,
but also in mine
A man who loves me
Just because of who I am
His mother.
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One for the Road 7/3/05
I ask God to take away
Whatever was holding me
Away from Him,
And what He took
Was you.
But I didn't understand
Why it had to be
In a way that made me
Not even like you
Anymore.
It had to happen
How it did,
Came revelation divine,
So that I wouldn't miss you
I didn't have the time.
So even though I'm better off
And so happy where I am,
Some days I push
The bad times out
and think of you again.
I have specific memories
Ones you probably don't recall
The times with you that made
Me love you
After all.
The nights wrapped up in your arms,
The lunches spent napping,
The pancakes, the kisses,
And when you whispered to me
When you thought I was sleeping.
And if I start to go too far,
Before one tear can fall,
I think of how it ended up,
And how I am better off
After all.
Remember When She Smiled She looked at you You saw love, you saw happiness You felt her heart beat All because of the way you walked talked and made her feel She felt high being on the mountain next to you You felt like you were the king of the mountain, because she treated you just that way You spoke to her as if she would be there forever Made plains to do special thing with her and for her She smiled the first moment she seen you, and each time you appeared Made love and had sex at the same time Blew her sexy doors wide open to anything you wanted to do, and she brought something to the table too that made you wanna holla She lye next to you and fell asleep with a smile on her face You smiled at her after she kissed you Then full moons of times crept into the cracks of real times One less smile and one less laugh here and there Doubts began to add up Time to do the work, because falling was easy Standing up for what is right, and laying aside the unneeded, are conversations that sometimes hurt feeling Two or more less smiles and less laughs all together You notice, but hope it’s a phase and hope, it’s not the end Throw some sparks that you used to throw, but where’s that burning desire Still you love on, because you do, and she does Hardly a smile, now you can count them Seems you’re looking up at the mountain now Now you start to muse over that you were the reason she used to smile Last ditch effort you chastised her for wanting reasons to smile Then, she’s gone You looked around, and there wasn’t even her face to see a smile on, if she was smiling Remember When She Smiled
Riding In The Rain I saw you while riding in the rain Thoughts of you played like a movie As rain drops fell, and misted on my face shield, I slowed down to enjoy thinking about you And I slowed down to make sure I got back to you The rain was warm; I could see a Rainbow ahead My silver lining trimmed in red hummed underneath me Two-wheels stayed down, I stayed up, under control, as my heart raced wanting to get you Spray spread, with my feelings forever widening The rain is dropping; it’s music, keeping a beat, and firing on time I feel your passionate heart on my back You’re there, behind me, holding on, as rain runs down, in-between We’re riding in the rain, liquid sunshine, heat coming up, and going down We reach our destination Center stand down, feet on the ground We face, and kiss the mist The dampness is sweet
cr@2009 from your best selling romantic/erotica novelist author, Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn http://alvinhorn.com ....
He swings from vine to vine He’ll swim from ocean to ocean He will inquire within every tribe He’ll seeking the rarest His quest is for the one and only When he finds her She will be like… Mother Earth that is yet to be touched, yet he will feel she is the only one to embrace She will be like… An African violet, a shade of beauty no one can turn from She will be like… The lushness of a golden Amazon, where all they’ll ever need, lives and grows She will be like… A Caramel diamond of the Moroccan desert burning her beautiful image into his soul She will be like… The sweet tea of the Caribbean Sea; he’ll drift in her waves of calm She will be like… The heat of a Dominican beach; he will lay in her every grain of fine vastness She will be like… The spirit of a Belize breeze; he’ll soar with her energy She will be like… A Miami nighttime party; he will dance with her every step She will be like… The Golden Gate Bridge; she spans far and wide into the kind of friend she will be for him When he dose find her She will have found more than just any man He will be a magic carpet ride into a world of every beat of his heart is love for her His focus is beyond the material world No wavering in what he seeks Another pretty face just won’t do But she is alluring, and irresistible Her beautiful soul in his arms, is his goal Home is where she is Once he is there He will pull her hair as if he was pulling wild flowers to give to her He’ll part her lips with his tongue as if she is the last of the food on this earth He’ll hold her as she is his saving grace He is searching, he is on her trail Her star is pulling him in the right direction He can feel her in his aura For she is near She is his world to be
MY DEAR VALENTINE, I know I’m dreaming, but I can’t wake So this is what I’m dreaming My thoughts crave a lingering scent to be left over from you I keep flashing back to every moment I was with you There are plenty of beautiful people in the world, but not all bring out the beauty out in us You make me feel special and beautiful You are more than special words to me Not just a voice, but a mind body & soul You are the real deal in this man’s mind I’d like to be real for you always in the flesh, and in your soul You are rare, no let me change that you are the one and only for me Our spirits will always flow like soaring birds Our laughs will endure Our bodies will make fire that can never flame out Us together is meant to last forever I hope I don’t wake from this dream any time soon
A little poem for you on your Valentines Day from Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn, your poetry man A passage from my BEST SELLING ROMANTIC EROTIC NOVEL, come take a ride in BRUSH STROKES @ Amazon. com “A man may admire what a woman does for a living; he may admire her education and social circle. He may be enamored with her physical beauty, but he only truly falls in love, with the softest and warmest part of her, her soul. ”
I'm giving thanks for many blessings and giving thanks for you being a one of a Kind Woman You Keep Invading My Sleep I find myself deep in thought of you My wants go places in my mind, I make wishes of dreams come true As I Drift off Back to Sleep, I’m Lonely Without You But I Smile In My Dreams of When I Wake You’ll Be There You and your classy imagine of beauty flow in and out of a dream, as raindrops sing a love song with you in the arms of love while sitting by a fire that you start, and never put out. I wish I could turn back the hands of time to let dream of that once in a lifetime love... with that special lover. May joy rain down on you like Seattle rain. Close your eyes and feel kisses raining down and covering you, like a warm Caribbean shower THOUGHT ABOUT CHA
Hey Babe, your my BIRTHDAY PRINCESS Another year of your beauty that flows from deep within your soul is here... so, ”PARTY LIKE IT'S 1999”, with the top down on a “LITTLE RED CORVETTE”, stop off at “EROTIC CITY”, and drink some “PURPLE RAIN” with me “Let's Go Crazy" It’s your BIRTHDAY BABY, so "I FEEL FOR YOU", there is only one last thing to do, celebrate your day & night with a "KISS" MAY JOY RAIN DOWN ON YOU LIKE SEATTLE RAIN. CLOSE YOUR EYES AND THINK FORWARD TO THE KISSES RAINING DOWN ONTO YOUR LIPS, LIKE A WARM CARRIBBEAN SHOWER I hope you are having a good week, for everything you seek, and for all you need, starting from the next breath you take, until your last eye flicker before you fall asleep, and to dream of all the things that bring you joy
When you close your eyes My spirit will whisper in your ears The thoughts that make you smile I’ll walk you down that aisle When you open your eyes and you are alone, and maybe a little fearful I’ll still keep whispering through my spirit into your ears My whispers will embrace you with my desire to please you I see you smiling... again As I massage your soul through my whispers in your ears I’m touching the very tips of your most sensitive pleasurable nerve endings with things your want to feel, and would love to have So I keep whispering in your ear It’s so nice to being so close to you, as my spirit enters into you Do you feel me?
I saw two roses They grew next to each other Leaning in on each other, their alluring scent mixed Their thorns crease Yet anyone else felt a prick The winter came their roots grew thick to warm each other The winds came, and they waved at each other The rain came and they bathed each other in dripping nectar The sun came, and they blossomed for each other I saw two perfect roses I saw you and me reflecting in the sky
I saw an early spring flower this morning I thought it was whispering to me I went to the ground to get close The beauty was rare Its blossom made me want to kiss the petals I put my nose in the middle The scent made my tongue reach It might be strange but as I got closer The flower spoke to me "You know me; I'm the one you have been waiting for." I asked, "Who are you?" "Oh I'm the one who wants you. I want you, the one who took time to kneel down to kiss me. Now kiss me, because I have been waiting for you to pick me" It was softest and the sweet kiss that had ever touched my lips
cr@2008 Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn aka Romantic Blues
Tis the season we want our souls to bask in what the sun warms, and the moon cools Let us live, mesmerized by those we love, and cherish You my friend as we approach new days, we shall find better ways to bring smiles to each other, as we have already shared in the joy of knowing each other Whether it has been for a minute, a moment, or just a second for a kind word I prey for Merry Days and even a better New Year ahead for you, and for me Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn 1967 Passage from my book: “A man may admire what a woman does for a living; he may admire her education and social circle. He may be enamored with her physical beauty, but he only truly falls in love, with the softest and warmest part of her, her soul.”
Years ago, I bought a basket. Plain, unappealing – Weave already unraveled - I only paid one dollar – I set the basket on the shelf. Separated, secluded – And there it stood - unbefitting the decor –
I filled that basket, with defeated dreams – My lonely heart, my deserted thoughts – I loaded that basket, with yearning love – My unspoken need, my every want –
I found myself gazing, often, in fondness – A beautiful reminder, for somber times – My hands may be empty, my pockets uninhabited – Aloneness taking its toll, privation draping its veil –
The basket stands proud, holding seeds of intangibility – Unfaltering in its stance, draped with valor, still –
Today my gift to you, an empty basket – Plain, unappealing - weave already unraveled – All I could afford was a dollar –
Hey thank you for your kind Words and for choosing one of my songs for your page,I didn't even know if the songs sounded good,but I guess if I can get compliments like yours I'v written a good song,It's all new to me cause I'm used to singing Metal lol,have we met before at all
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