DjBloodRayne DSD's blog: " My ideas and thoughts"

Although we have to be apart, We'll always be together, Close enough in mind and heart To manage any weather. Reality is often bleak, But love remains inside A glass house on a mountain peak, The wintry world beside. Love can build its own four walls And heat its own small room. Through icy winds and blinding squalls, Love can be in bloom. Though continents drift far downstream And mountains disappear, And life dissolve into a dream, Our love will still be here, You'll turn, and I'll be here.

Lose yourself in lust, my love; Enjoy me as a thing. Make my flesh your fantasy; My soul, your sycophant. I would you would with me, my love, Let all your voices sing, Losing not one ecstasy That some sweet sin might grant. For love loves not that secret space Where dreams turn into wounds, Festering for lack of care, Untended but by stealth. Love enjoys a secret grace, Calliope of tunes Inexhaustible, for there, In trust, lies love's true wealth.

He cares only that I'm happy, Even were I not with him. If some seek on the wind love's traces, Some seek out the love within. All my pleasures are his treasures, Nor does he crave joy alone. All have claim on his compassion; No dark soul is on its own. Giving thus, so naturally, Each day he lights the love in me, Like candles on a sunlit stone.

My uncertain soul melts entirely into oblivion While I'm puzzled by the visible scars, I stretch out my hand In a bright white field of vision, at the end, time is uncontrollable The tears running off won't come back, the promise from that day No one could stop them, the tears only we could forgive at our parting The past promise we made to stop the mistakes from repeating over again I was unfulfilled by the constantly overflowing passions If only just for a little while..., I want to return to human form If you're going to erase the pains in my heart, then go right ahead and kill me Don't look so lonely, at least at the end I want you to smile Just for you Take another breath You can't find what's important Destroy all of the peace Make the same mistake over again No one could stop them, the tears only we could forgive at our parting The past promise we made to stop the mistakes from repeating over again

My love for my boyfriend If there was a time when i felt so perfect, it was the first time i looked in your eyes, if there was a time when i felt so happy, it was the first time you cuddled with me, if there is ever a time when ill be so shocked, it will be the first time you kiss me, but there are some things in life that we have to wait for, so im willing to wait for you, some day i hope that i will have waited long enough, so that i can sing, if there was a time when i felt so perfect, it was the first time i looked in your eyes, if there was a time when i felt so happy, it was the first time you cuddled with me, if there is ever a time when ill be so shocked, it will be the first time you kiss me, if there was a time when i was sure i found the one, it was the first time we met, i know there are times in life that are hard, but with you i can get through it all, but its the times when we fight, that hurts me the most, but somehow you always seem to make it all better, and make me laugh at the silliest things, i dont understand what i have done right, but it must have been something incredible, to deserve someone as incredible as you, so look into my eyes and tell me you love me, so i can sing to you, if there was a time when i felt so perfect, it was the first time i looked in your eyes, if there was a time when i felt so happy, it was the first time you cuddled with me, if there is ever a time when ill be so shocked, it will be the first time you kiss me, if there was a time when i was sure i found the one, it was the first time we met....................

Yesterday is the Past Tomorrow is the future and a mystery . Today is a gift that why it call a Present. So enjoy today for what it is becuase tomorrow it will be just a the past.

The perception of marriage from a dominated woman. It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to not have to understand It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to not balance the children It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to insult at a whim It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to control all things It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to expect all to love you It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to be a father, and husband by title It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to hold title, but no responsibility It must be nice to be a man It must be nice not to be concerned with what you desire It must be nice to have it when you want it It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to say "we don"t have the money' It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to spend the money we don't have It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to leave the house every day It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to gripe when you want to It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to inflect pain It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to be offended, at the littlest things It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to be demanding without repercussions It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to have your family waiting for you to get home It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to get a vacation at will It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to talk how you want It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to go where you want It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to limit access, funds and hold control It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to have no remorse about behavior It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to have no guilt It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to hold no endearment It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to care when you chose It must be nice to be a man It must be nice to do as you please It must be nice to be a man Because being a woman, mom, wife, comes with levels of responsibility that are evidently unseen, and unachieved, in everything we do. by Catrina, Sep 4, 2007

Written Aug 07, after people I thought I could trust turned on me. I sought friendship I found treachery I sought knowledge I found pain I sought to help I was repaid w/ insults I sought to encourage I found betrayal I sought peace and solstice I found drama and upset I thought I could trust and so I did I was turned on instead so I will not again I put my heart on the line It was rung like a sponge I have always worn my heart on my sleeve Now it puddles as I leave

The key to healing of domestic abuse is time. Love is an emotion, not easily controlled Pain is a circumstance, not easily addressed Once a separation is made The return to self begins Strength comes in time Life there from Happiness and joy do follow Then you will no longer feel hollow The key is time Varied in length Varied by depth, But it is the Key none the less A struggle may begin in love and reach the point of pain but only through separation will the pain end and the love become tangible and controllable and the strength truly return This may seem a silly poem This may be an odd thought, based on experience, it is the truth and from my heart.