SWEETTOUCH's blog: "On Life"

The Wind felt on the soft of skin seen only as things are pushed into motion no color no way to hold it in the palm of hand yet it lifts the hair it teases the tendrils around ear and brow it speaks to me and sings to the spirit of each living tree the leaves and limbs dance to the melody it makes the tumbleweeds twirl in the streets the hawk and eagle use it as they hunt the peaks I reach out my hand I feel it there yet can not grasp it or hold it down the clouds they romp and play on its flow I watch the sky and see the wind that has no color and no substance to capture to show where its been this a song to the soft blow of the wind This morning I read several blogs of those trapped in the hurts and anger of past abuses that leave them searching for peace within themselves. I too have been in the situation where love and hate pull at the frayed fringes of the heart and soul. I hurt for those that are revisted by the nightmares and pains that force them to battle daily for a semblance of normality and peace. So I write to purge my soul. Peace Amid the Raging Storm Desperata Lake had always been a place of quiet peace and hidden joy for Lisa, but that is part of the past. The lake has permanently trapped the dreadful memories of the day. It knows the secrets of the past. The lake is still, lifeless, devoid of its usual vibrant color. No birds can be heard. No singing, no chirping, only the monotonous lap of the swelling waves forcing thier way over the helpless shore. The water is a murky ash grey, as grey as the remains of a long dead corpse. The empty solitude of the lake causes a shiver of fear and chilling apprehension. The fingers of darkness reach up from the depths of the lake producing a wretched numbness that takes over the senses. "Nothing will ever be the same. Never will the horror of this day leave me", Lisa whispers her promise into the increasing howl of the wind. "How could I have allowed this to happen?" she cries her eyes awash with bitter remorse. Lisa looks across the lake to the opposite shore. The tall pines wave furiously in the high winds. Needles fall like daggers attacking the sweep of pure white earth. The trees continue to brandish their weapons, which repeatedly fall in desperate attempts to pierce the snow covered ground. "No peace is left in this place." is Lisa's lament as she speaks in the madness that has overtaken her inner man. The angry clouds overhead shout with the wind that moans like a wounded animal in mortal pain, reflecting the voice within. Shadows form a ghostly scene. They dance and bow in mock esteem and laugh at the disgrace. In the shadows a desperate dark monster grows, the monster that rage invents. A monster to which all become unwilling servants. The monster consumes joy like a burning fire. Bitter sorrow is the watery wave beating against the tired dreary shore. The clouds hang limply in the turbulent sky as they spill their entrails all over the lifeless lake, cold, dark, menacing clouds that fill the sky in never-ending succession. They cover the horizon in a blanket of death. The wrath of the approaching fury evident in the aggressive actions of the irate swells on the lake. The ancient jetty stands firm against the clamoring waves - unafraid - no fear of the fury that advances. Yet thankful for the white blanket that quickly conceals from the bitter frenzy the storm unleashes. The frosty white blanket brings peace to all it covers - a peace that releases the body from the painful ravages of nature's most violent storm. If only there were peace for the raging storm itself, all would be free. Free from anger, free from pain, free from guilt and free from the anguish within. Can one ever be free of the past that lives within the mind? Feeling the Storm as the clouds darken over the mountain range the coming storm makes it's presence known the fresh sent of moisture tints the air a scent like no other fresh and clean and pure a soothing balm to frantic senses as the sky darkens the sun takes cover in the endless frothing clouds the first drops fall from the sky like syrup it flows over the leaves of countless trees a dripping stream of sweet delight the gentle sound a mesmerising song increasing in intensity the drops begin to pound the tick tick tick of the clock lost in a raining melodious drown raindrops on treetops thunder rolling off mountaintops a timeless echo of nature's awe the powerful voice of the torrential squall the wind picks up the harmony and thunderously it sings the sky bursts open amid howling clouds gentle drips no longer a hammering deluge growls assaulting petals and timbered limbs like a carpenter with nails the trees bow in humble respect to the hunger of the roaring storm passioned voices sing all in unison bright lights flash zigzag the sky bright florescent white and blue an electrifying boom water flows from mountains high in rivers to the sea the storm a beauty it be Winds Upon the Mountain Now the night is late yet I am awake listening to the sound of the wind as it gusts and howls not yet cold but on it blows each tree sings a tune it's own and dances in time to a windy mountain song the sound is new and yet not unlike the wind of the Florida storms the wind upon the mountain is beautiful it whispers the secret of the coming fall a new crisp air upon colored leaves and fading brush the lovely wildflowers humbly bow the bright yellow of the new day sun ending as quickly as it had come black-eyed susan's, coneflowers, and sunflowers cease to grow wilt they do a little more each day new colors bloom on each tree with leaves yet in the dark of night the wind is all I see it dances the steps tree nymphs obey beautiful branches swing and sway like limbs of a lover deep under cover alive with the passion of a windswept night clouds in the sky glide past the moon in a full out run the coyote's call is lost to me now as the howl of the wind is strong and full I look up to the stars and the moon watching the wind as he whistles his tune Hear the Storm Speak not quite here but off in the distance rolling off the mountain peaks rumbling through the valley below echoing through the canyon and pass dark clouds enveloping the wind alive with the sound the breeze comforting trees shudder in anticipation limbs sway to the beat of mother nature's drum leaves shiver and dance to and fro they await the coming storm with glee each drop of water a pure long drink much needed relief to the high desert sands pinion pines and cedar trees release a deep drawn sigh as rain drops begin the ancient descent to musical notes that fall between the clouds and land beautiful dancing to nature's tune lightening mother nature's strobe The Fury In the Storm (Adult Only Content) as the clouds burst overhead the lightning strikes out go the lights no power left to do my chores the children gone at work and school no TV to view no laundry can be done arms about my shoulders guiding me along the lightning crashes in the sky with passion knocking at the door a nibbled ear a whisper too time you say to play Mmmmm understand I do nothing like the sounds of the storm by which to lay me down tongues entwine slick and wet hands caress firm and strong bodies do undress feel the power of esctasy you take me to my bliss a wanton slave you make of me the touch of your lips and fingertips grasping at my need a hand upon the curve of breast another at my back a finger lightly traces lips before a hungered kiss and swirl of tongue upon the palm slowly I devour you within my path I grasp your chest and slither down to feel you deep between my tender thighs I drive you in as I rise and fall long hair grasped in your hand wet tight feeling dampened flesh we glide throughout the storm I hear you groan I moan I hear you growl as I find the passion storm and ride it to our need Peace in the Winds of Life leaves of yesterday blow in the winds of forgetfulness on papered lines yellowed with age the words whispy on the angry page life is stored in a neat little box shackled dreams bound to many a tear the timeline of life so dark and drear history is a but a sly little fox reading the lessons of those before yet never learning evermore to learn to trust we must commit to grow to escape the past we must forget and forgive leave sadness and misery no life to live hope life and love mysterious gifts to know stop the tears stop the fears stop the years from stealing you blind make pacts learn facts for only acts can make you kind only in freedom is there real peace only peace inside can set you free Sweet Touches on the Wind rise of brilliant yellow against sky of azure blue fluffy clouds of white pass so slowly through soft the gentle breezes pressing at the drapes deep the forest pine amidst aspen tree stand guard along the path grand stones beneath my feet make a way to open view crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch. crunch padded feet on gravel stone a wolf walks at my side breathe in deep breath air so light and pure like angel wings within my chest tinture to my bone spirit soars atop the trees spirit seeks to see who walked this path long before long, long before the me who saw the mountains tall and sure american native dream rock my soul with spirit song eagle glides horizon free on silently the wing of flight a captive to the sky how long I stand here planted this I do not know soak in dreams and history of long so long ago spirit of the mountain magic of my dream whisper of my longing in tongue I can bare comprehend draw me closer still sweet touches on the wind Whisper Me a Windsong awaken me to rose bloom write me in a song comfort me within your arm give to me your heart this love I seek my very own capture me in dreams release me in the light devour me with hunger then let me feel you in the night drown me in your weeping stream secure me from the tide come to me in openess I your loving guide bind me to your thunder wing fly me to your mountain far and high above whisper me a windsong long and slow and sweet I Hide my Tears in the Rain years spent a hostage to the torment of my inabilities wander I through our sordid history never give up never give in my motto my mantra my security the searing pain your hurts did cause no way to help you overcome my strength a crutch to your weaker side I watched you years a tortured soul unable to stand and fight on your own your mind a cage of chaotic distress the key I had never quite fit I tried and tried to set you free only to watch you self carelessly climb right back into the gate and lock the door up sound and tight until anger within you grew and grew then you'd explode and implode and become a wretched abusive ass the tears I cried I hid in the rain I hurt for you I hurt for me I hurt for each our children three tears would flow like mountain streams down my cheeks and into my heart so cold and completely desolate the bruise on my arm the bruise on my back the only sign of your desperate attack the eyes of my babies peek from under the bed this scene never far from my throbbing head hide I did my tears in the rain time went on and others could see the stories I hid how did he know how could he tell was the suffering that plain in me to see were my tears in the rain all I could be my life changed when I let go moved on and changed my fate no more tortured by our tug war of hate forgiven you are for the demons within I forgive me too for leaving you I still hide my tears in the rain Winds of Heaven The winds of heaven ever blow, amid spangled sky and ocean flow. Follow on through endless hours, no time to stop and smell the flowers. The winds of heaven ever lead, through trouble and toil and desperate need. Stumble onto a dark hidden path, lost and alone with fear and wrath. The winds of heaven ever pure, to humans blow the sacred cure. Walk in heavens love, joy, and peace. Doubt and fear their labors will cease. The winds of heaven ever blow, amid spangled sky and ocean flow. Strive on (through time) and feel the power, make sure you stop to smell each flower.