Fallen Angel Demon Crew CoFounder Membe...'s blog: "My Reflections and Musings"

Whispering Winds Tell Me A Story. . .

The whispers from the winds of time

Are carried to me by Melpomene*

Whose knife pierces the fabric of tragic memories

That continue to haunt my dreams. . .

The whispering winds will not let me forget

The shadows of my past sins

Trying in vain to outrun my demons

Never wanting to give in again . . .

The winds of change forever whisper

In my ears and serves to remind me

That the darkness is only a shadow of light

 Which was always within me. . .

The whispers from the past

Now resonate with clarity

As I accept all my faults

And learn to embrace the darkness willingly. . .

For I've finally learned and accepted

That the shadows made me who I am

And it only took the whispers from the wind

 To enable me to again stand . . .

Whispering winds tell  of a story

Of how a fallen one has earned back wings

Although  the heart is still heavy

The spirit can once again rejoice and sing. . .

© E.A. Brown ~ 2007

*Melpomene (IPA pronunciation: [m?l'p?m?ni]) ("to sing" or "the one that is melodious") was a Muse in Greek mythology. She was the muse of tragedy, despite her joyous singing. She is often represented with a tragic mask and wearing the cothurnus, boots traditionally worn by tragic actors. Often, she also holds a knife or club in one hand and the tragic mask in the other. On her head she is shown wearing a crown of cypress. Melpomene is the daughter of Zeus and Mnemosyne. Her sisters include Calliope (muse of poetry), Clio (muse of history), Euterpe (muse of flute playing), Terpsichore (muse of dancing), Erato (muse of erotic poetry), Thalia (muse of comedy), Polyhymnia (muse of hymns), and Urania (muse of astronomy).

WOULD YOU . . .

Would you kiss away all of my pain

And make me believe in the dream of love again?

Will you hold me protectively in your arms

And promise to always keep me safe from harm?

Would you be my shelter from the storm this dark night

And banish all my fears ~ dispel all my fright?

Will you unshackle these chains of guilt

And bring me to the stronghold your love once built?

Would you make all my dreams come true

And let me know how much I mean to you?

Will you now take my hand, my love ~ my heart

And promise me that we will never again be apart?

If all of these vows you can make to me

Then I'll once again believe in love for eternity.

I have given you all I have left to give

And let you know that in your love I want to live

So that my heart can heal, and I can feel whole

Please, oh please . . . don't let me play the fool

I'll be your Angel. . .your love. . .your muse

Whatever you want me to be, just don't refuse

My heart. . . my love . . . my life

© E.A. Brown  ~ 2007

Love's Dream . . .

Images of you dance through my dreams

A kiss sent to me on a butterfly's wing

I feel your caresses as I'm bathed in moonbeams

Your eyes in the stars above make my heart sing . . .

A gentle breeze blows though my hair

On this night my gaze to the heavens above

I feel your presence in the surrounding air

As I close my eyes and dream of love. . .

Floating on a cloud of memories

Relishing visions of the past

Leaving behind painful realities

Wishing this dream would somehow last. . .

In dreams of love I want to live

Where my heart can stay in tact and whole

My love to you I freely give

And in dreams I never play the fool. . .

Caught in the snare of Mab's web each night

I eagerly succumb to the dream of love

But awake each morn with no delight

As love has flown on the wings of a dove . . .

I'm left yet again with the dawn of reality

In the colorful fingers of the early morn

Always longing for the night's dream of you and me

And await the time for true love to be born. . .

© E.A. Brown ~ 2007SPAN>

Passions Unleashed. . .

Unrestrained sexuality

Harbored deep within the core of me

My inner demons long to be set free

Begging to succumb to your sweet ecstasy. . .

Always under the surface

Begging to come out and play

An Angel in Black Leather

Searches for her new prey. . .

Becoming harder to control her

I try desperately to hold her at bay

She is the voice of my desires

Which come out each night when in bed I lay. . .

The passion which burns fervently within

Setting me ablaze with lust's fires

I strive for control ~ trying in vain to keep her unleashed

She is my uninhibited wanton desires. . .

Shackled by the chains of guilt and shame

Of lustful fantasies awaiting to be fulfilled

My unbridled passions overtake me

And I gladly bend to your seductive skills. . .

Anticipation is mounting

Building with increasing need

Fiery passions unleashed from within

To my mind's logic, I no longer take heed. . .

I finally succumb to sweet ecstasy

As my passions you have freed

From deep within the core of me

Unrestrained sexuality. . .

© E.A. Brown ~ 2007

Not Yours. . .

When you look at me

What do you see

Or imagine me to be?

Have you looked into my eyes

Or even tried to see past the disguise?

Look deeper than the façade

Why don't you see through the mirage?

Or do you just want the pretty face

Without the underlying strength or grace?

I am neither a trophy nor your prize

If you really saw me, you would have realized

But you saw only what you wanted to see

Never scratched the surface of me

You mistook my quiet demeanor

And knowing smile

For acquiescence and grossly underestimated

Me all the while

I'll not be your fragile porcelain doll

I am not a geisha at your beck and call

I need not your flattery nor masculine guile

And how I loathe your lies so vile

 Don't tempt me with truffles

Or miniscule baubles

I cannot be bribed nor bought

I know it was only my body

And not my mind that you sought

A pretty face with naught for brains

That was your first and costly mistake

You were so arrogant and truly vain

If you thought my heart you could easily take

So, I'll ask you again before I go

And it is only because I truly want to know

What did you see

When you first looked at me

What did you imagine me to be?

© E.A. Brown ~ 2007

Create a Masterpiece with Me. . .

Let me be the canvas

Upon which you paint my desire

With each stroke of your brush

You skillfully fan the flames of lust's fire

With each little variance

In subtle color and hue

You bring my body alive

As I eagerly succumb to you . . .

Let me be the parchment

Upon which you lay your quill

As I absorb each and every stroke

While I bend to your will

With such passionate ardor

Expertly with artistic creativity

You unleash my wanton desires

As you touch the very core of me. . .

Let me be the instrument

Upon which love's symphony is orchestrated

As you play each note upon my willing body

And all my passions at long last are sated

When we reach the melodious crescendo

While we ride the potent waves of ecstasy

Nothing else exists ~ time stands still

There's just you . . .here within me. . .

©E.A.Brown ~ 2007

My Dream of You . . .

Close your eyes and come away with me

As I take you on a wonderful journey

Across the sea of time and space

To a magical and wondrous place. . .

Where Mab and Morpheus rule the land

And your dreams are dealt by their demand

Where reality no longer limits the mind

And true love you will always find . . .

Let Mab weave her dream-filled web

While you lay peacefully abed

Her chariot drawn by gossamer wings

As erotic visions to you she brings. . .

Or let your dreams by Morpheus guide

And I shall be ever at your side

Beneath the light of moon and stars

Feel the soft kiss of my lips from afar. . .

Let me be your love tonight

And I shall make everything so right

Let me take you to heaven's gate

And all your passions I will sate . . .

© E.A. Brown ~ 2007

Caged Reflection . . .

Daddy's precious little Angel

The apple of his eye

She could do no wrong

He was always on her side. . .

Mother's fragile porcelain doll

Fashioned by her hand

The docile and obedient daughter

Always at her command . . .

The ever delicate sister

To be shielded from the world

She was never to speak her mind

For she was merely a girl . . .

Taught to be demure and shy

Always to be subservient and meek

Never to have her own opinion

Not raise her voice or even speak . . .

Her hand given in a loveless marriage

To a stranger to her heart and mind

She fulfills her duty obediently

While happiness she never finds. . .

Her husband takes her body

But he will never possess her heart

She shields the sadness from her eyes

But it is tearing her apart. . .

The finest silks adorn her body

This palace is naught but her cage

Put on display to be admired and honored

The demure smile belies her rage . . .

Her reflection is now a stranger

After several years of living a lie

Shackled and imprisoned in the name of duty

She longs to sprout wings and fly . . .

But knowing it would bring dishonor

She is resigned to this hand of fate

She secretly longs to be set free

From this gilded cage. . .

. . .but she knows it is already too late. . .

© E.A. Brown ~ 2007

Web of Dreams . . .

Caught in the web of my dreams

Nothing is ever as it seems

Untangle my thoughts from yours

Enable my spirit to soar. . .

A single thought

Woven in time

Layered in dreams

Yet, you are not mine. . .

On the astral plane

Does love truly reign?

Interwoven in our thoughts

Higher levels of consciousness sought

Across time and space

I yield my will

Yet surrender not my spirit

To have my fill

Memories' threads woven with care

In the web of dreams ~ Is all fair?

Or are my dreams

Like dust scattered in the wind

Carried near and far

 Fueled by the emotional scars

That time has yet to heal. . .

Ensnared by emotions

Run rampant

From the depths of my heart

 I cry out in darkness

Only to find

A shadowed shackled visage

Within my  mind's eye. . .

From that dream of us

I once dared to hope

And found that

The love I felt for you

Does indeed

Transcend the confines of time. . .

© E.A. Brown ~ 2007