LadyDragonFly Devils Bride's blog: "LadyD's Poetry"

 The man that you are If the man you are was worth anything special would you have stroked the flesh of child raping her of her youth’s enthusiasm. Why would you entice her as a lover and play her games of a house only to climb in her bed and caress the skin of youth before it mature with reality? If the man you are lusted for skin there are plenty of women to go around. Why follow around the girl and covet the flesh of her fleecy baby cheeks? If the man you are now ever fondled the girls own skin or attempted to stroke the child within she would run you down-- for abusing her illusions and making her into a venomous woman.

 Because of You I am Sorry I made you cry and your impression of me as flawless-- deserted your memory somehow. It hurts to know I’ve mishandled you but you should understand- the woman that I am. I barricade the murmurs that dwell in my head aspiring to make me do damage and commit-- ever sin known to man. I feud with my demons on a daily basis and sometimes I come close to lurking- into their disease. It’s a tattoo on my identity that will never let me go but I attempt to place--- a smile on my face and act like breathing is ok. You have visions of a woman I never will be and I am sorry I made you believe I can be anyone but me. It’s okay to hate every NOW and than if it causes you to understand I am only human and sometimes I cave to intoxication. I crave to discover intimacy and a brief bit of peace of mind to walk in the eclipse of you for just a little time. You open me to my uniqueness and proved I am loved. Taught me I am beautiful and a better person than I thought I was. With anguish I expect these demons-- will consume the fulfilment you introduced to me and sometimes I ache just for a salience of paradise- a syrupy and compassionate kiss . . . It’s ok to assume I am better than I am cause you taught me---- I can walk and stand tall and be honourable to all my imperfection’s massage my beast and absorb all my vanity. I am loved and that is better-- than anything that may-- lodge within.

 Awakening The chafing down of hindrance to temptation caresses lips. The darkness is seeing-- congesting in and captures you in solitary. Moonlight duplicates a man in his bed all by himself the walls compact and deems him hysterical. Breathe deep and open your eyes-- toward the light come out of your coma and yield to the awakening. It’s better than pacing unparalleled-- in this animation better than never knowing that-- hope has always been on your side. Just a little applying will curve your darkness– to a new day and you my love- can inscribe to the awakening. It ends for you now all the whispering internal and you traversing forsaken operating complex and abiding within your solace zone. Tonight you will glimpse----- the awakening . . . I diagrammed a tiny bit of magic-- in your existence and now you desire- more of me than you ever craved- for something before. I stroked your enshrined barrier with my smile and inspired your heart- with my hunger and now love---- you demand to experience– my awakening.

 Providence Entwined Doesn’t glance at you when he walks by . . . He’s in a world of his own with a multitude of ambitions? He sweats at breaching the rampart of indignity in adolescents’ decoy he will never feel used again. Most the time he is in a furrow disguise of distraction elbowing everyone away. All these days he is charting in a chimera of kismet. Why the grievous face love? Whom are you thinking of today? You can try but you will never delete the hands of fate love. I am absorbing deeper into the exhausted structure of your skin and my caress will not leave till you turn– the blade of existence. Doesn’t glance at me but I sense him all around me a clandestine lover within– my subconscious? He’s in a world of mine where I forged the portal to withhold the standards of today’s clique. He labours at making me lighthearted even when he is not in the temper to fulfill. Most the time he is my rock and pillars me from the burden of the world around us. All these days he is waking restricted in my skin braided to my fortunes. Why so content love? Who is the nova in bottomless mahogany eyes today? You can attempt but will never cleanse my aroma from your destiny. I am complex inside passageways of love and my sensation will not cast off your destiny. No my love my stroke will forever stigma- you mine till our fates perform the final dance. He is stone, a man of method to exchange the darkness inside my head. He is light when all my days have been colourless and gray within. This man is my element to a better way of existence. He doesn’t envision me as I am wholly yet but in time I hope he will disrobe all my enigmas and conceive them his as I fashion him mine. In final interpretation I will embody his essence– close to mine for I sense we will eternally be entwined in time.

 I’m There Darling, it’s been a long bleak road. One without you here beside me. I miss your arms keeping me safe at night. Your voice whispering in my ear telling me everything will be alright. I fear that the older I get the more I will forget. Than I hear you calling to me... I’m there, In the sun that kisses your face the breeze in the trees and the moon that holds you close at night. I am never far from sight baby I’m there. The children are older now love and they are no longer here. I don’t hear from them much and I miss having them near. They are all married and have children of their. Sometimes I wonder where you are even if it’s for a second every other day. I hope your happy and doing ok. Than I hear you calling me... I’m there, In the way you brush your hair I am holding you dear. Loving you as I once did before life broke us apart. I’m there in your heart the beating that keeps you alive and the sway of your hips. I am never far from the wind that softly kissing your lips I’m there.

 Wouldn’t If you were to arouse me and discovery, the code to my cryptic lair- if you was capable of looking pass how all the other men- cast me promiscuous maybe than you would notice I wouldn’t mind being me. Just remember if I bestow - my heart to any man that it will abide with him till I should fade- away some day. If you do me wrong than know it will come back around. If you loved me maybe than I wouldn’t mind being me. If I could cancel all these lies and help you note I genuinely- love you than maybe I wouldn’t mind traversing in my skin today. . If I could just be me than I wouldn’t heed how you overlook how exceptional I am and maybe than I wouldn’t mind being me.

 Tears We say things sometimes that are not really meant to sting but strike one down in a second of displeasure. Paranoia causes us to sire words- of agony that cause globes of animosities to breathe within. So when I say things to misuse your faith I am acting out of jealousy and not from lack of trust. These tears I cry- are not for what could have been but from what was. I insult the covenant of respect and sometimes express- not what is from my heart but what comes from rivalry. These tears are not for the season we had but the space that will come after us.

 My hex I cast my terms spellbinding through your head made you disoriented. Obtained your heart and fiddled with it as I wished. Displayed to you my husk and caused you to thirst for me. Stroked your skin while you hibernated and infested your mind. I played my hex within and fashioned you mine. You desire me for the blaze- I bloomed over your skin. You hunger for me because of the hex I installed on your body to embrace me. I caused you to hunger at night to cleave me close to your side. Conceived hope inside your heart to frame a future around your illusions. My hex frolics within and you are a puppet– on the string.

 Faithless Story of Devotion You characterize the casualty so skilfully. It’s almost difficult to distinguish deceptions from reality. When all is said and done does she infuse you with the awakening as I do. Will she tell you the essence of scrawl and stroll beside you in existence? You stretch your words and I will claim to listen to your translation of truth. Lets play the diversion we both know so well. Lets circulate the eroticism inside and encompass lovers’ hoaxes. I will display to you the side of me you aspire to harbor but you will have- a bounty to honour when I am through. Your essence I will absorb and your potency I will acquire. Underneath my hands of intimacy a sconed siren descants. I will mouth this tragedy till the finish and walk away as I’ve done many times before and you will be no more. Yes my dishonest beau- you will be no more.

Yesterday Yesterday we travelled side-by-side as lovers do. You cleaved me dear and we strolled as one. The crisp Spring current inhaled existence into winter trees. We settled beside the rivulet drinking in the magnificence of nature. Yesterday the smile on your face was all I desired. Yesterday we collapsed as lovers do in a labyrinth of sheets depleted. Yesterday we fell asleep to sister sun and roused to a brother moon. Yesterday I breathed as a woman should- bursting with euphoria.