Dragontis Jim FE 420chick's blog: "My poetry"

LIGHT FILL THE SOUL

When the moons baths the land in her silver light our souls fill with emotional strength

When the suns baths the land with his golden light our bodies fill with vital strength

when the stars bath the land in their scattered lights our spirits fill with imaginative

strength

So let not the clouds hold back the light we need

So let not the light be kept at bay

It shines I know

It shines for you

It shines for I

It shins for all

JPowell

THE GRAY DESERT

Life is a desert for me

A desert of gray cutting sand In cast expansions

I have crawled along this waist land of life my whole life

Whenever I start to feel hope

The wing comes blowing the sharp Gray sand to shred

To shred the flesh

The flesh of my hope and dreams

I survive of the water of hope in the roots

The roots of temporary hope

Hope that lasts not

Many a time I thought I saw An oasis

Shimmering just ahead of me

I ran top them

I did

But when I arrive

Just more gray sand

I think I see one again

This time it is clearer

This time I smell it

Please let you not be another mirage

That would be more then I can survive

JPowell

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WATER?

It flows and falls

It rises

It brings life and hope

It crashes in violent waves with passion and purpose

It trickles and gently gives of it's self

It flows along it's way bringing nourishment

For those who have it, is is every where

For them it often is taken for granted

For others It is scares

Foe them It is more precious the gold

By now you must know of what I speak

No not water

Were did you get that?

I speak of

Love

JPowell

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CHOCOLATE SILK DREAMS

In a room filled with candles

Like stars surrounding me in space

on front of me I see

I see a dream

A dream in chocolate silk

Smooth, and soft

Full, and luscious

My heart races

My pulse pounds

Heaven awaits me

Ecstasy beckons me

Beckons me with the promise of a night

A night to fulfill my greatest fantasies

Fantasies I thought never to be realized

I approach

Approach timid and exited

I reach out to caress

Caress Skin

Skin so soft, so silky

Silky , chocolaty, creamy.

Beautiful

Just as I am within in an inch

An in from my dream

I weak up

JPowell

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WAX WANE WAX

Bord to yang

Yearn to yin

OUT OF THE Earth new life timidly peeks out

Green, and new, tender, and full of hope

Time, and nurture, maturity is won

Life waxes, life grows, life blooms

Waxing life takes what nourishment life finds

Nourishment shapes life, and life becomes what it will be

Good, bad, life has matured

Life has shape, sad to yang, the shape is set

Now it is time to wane

Graceful, and gold, proud, and bent

The lines earned through experience

Lines worn as badges of honer

Or lines that that allow the leaves to drop

Wane into the ground

Wane until the time

Time to Wax again

Pray to be born to yin

JP  owell

MY LOVE IS LIKE THE AIR

I HAVE HEARD LOVE CALLED A RED RED ROSE THAT BLOOMS IN THE SPRING

BUT A ROSE WILL WILT, AND DIE IN TIME

I HAVE HEARD LOVE COMPARED TO THE DEEPEST OCEAN

YET THE OCEAN HAS A BOTTOM, AND WATER EVAPORATES

SOME HAVE SAID LOVE IS LIKE PRECIOUS GEMS BUT GEMS TARNISH, OR CRACK

MY LOVE IS LIKE THE VERY AIR

IT WILL ALWAYS BE THERE

WHETHER POLLUTED BY STRIFE, OR CIRCUMSTANCE

WHETHER TAKEN FOR GRANTED AT TIMES

OR BEING LIVED IN

LIKE THE AIR MY LOVE IS FOREVER

IT HAS NO BEGINNING

IT HAS NO END

IT JUST IS

NOW, AND FOREVER

FAITHFUL

JP owell

REFLECTIONS OF LOSS

Into darkness, with reflections of loss

Through the paths of pain

Through portals of regret

In, an out of rooms best forgotten

The black journey to discover

The road of light

The road to self

The road that leads to the avenue in the bright

the avenue of hope

JP owell

THE RIVERS LOVER

The stream flows through it's rocky birth high in the mountain

He struggles to connect his Many tiny ripples, and drips into a body

He pushes, and strains his way down from the peak

He winds his way through lonely forgotten wood

Squeezes cracks he will eventually turn into paths

He flows through cisterns under roads

Making his way, always making his way

His way to his river

His lover

His you

JP owell

What do I want in a woman

What do I want in a woman; I want a partner, an equal

What do I want in a woman; the one who sees into my very soul, the child within, the tenderness, and passion, the creativity and care that makes me want to save an injured wild animal because it breaks my heart, she sees, and does not shrink back

What do I want in a woman; one who becomes a part of my soul, and I hers, while still being our own individual selves at the same time

What do I want in a Woman: trust, and faith that never falters

What do I want in a woman: to say, to be, to balance me, for we share enough that we agree on

what matters, and share in activities we both enjoy, but not identical for balance brings completion, my strengths to balm her weaknesses, and hers to mine

what do I want in a woman: to hold, to talk through many a long night

What do I want in a woman; to laugh, to cry, to hope,to dream, to win, to fail, and trough it all to know the other has felt every pulse of our hearts

What do I want in a woman; she brings life into my world, and pulls me out of my shell of shyness to say It's time to party my love

For this I will give my every devotion.

JP owell