Saturday, July 02, 2005

Lady Of The Sea

She's free.
She's wild.
She is who she is.
Nobody tells her which way her waves are to go.
She waves the way that she wants to.

Nobody tells her that she's too loud.
She crashes on the shore with a wild spirit that cannot be stopped.
She is beautiful for who she is.

She is a free spirit that takes control of her own environment.
She goes where she wants to, she is as loud as she wants to be.
She embraces all who come to her shores to marvel at her beauty, no questions asked.
She does not want you to be subdued in her presence.
She does not ask you to keep your voice down when you are enjoying her company.
She wants you there.
She needs you there, for, without you she is nothing.

You could try to tame her, in your selfishness.
You could try to calm her spirit, but you will be put in your place.
Many seamen can attest to that.
She will wrap you up within her wrath and she will teach you that wild beauty cannot be tamed. If your life is what you must give in order to learn who she is, then she is willing to accept your offerings.
She is the ocean.
She is wild.
She is free.

She calls to you, in your midnight slumber.
She wrestles your demons for you just as quickly as she could become demonic to you.
There is no turning back once you've angered her. She will decide the price to be paid. She is nature.
She not need to impress with impeccable manners. She need not sway you with her fancy words and flashy looks.
She will simply whisper lightly in your ear, calling to your inner conscience and before you know it, you are captured within her trance.
She will make you dance within the moonlight, and fall in love to the rhythmic sounds of her song. She will guide you with her breezes to a place that you call home.
She is wild
She is free
She is the ocean.

Her powers will awe you. They will inspire you to be more than you are.
She will caress your cheek with her kisses.
Her undying love will carry your heart to the heavens above. Her anger will kill your spirit in a heartbeat should you show any disrespect.
She will lull you to sleep with her silent lullibies just as soon as she would wake you with her sireness voice.
If you are open to her, she will seep into your soul, she will become you.
You will not ever escape her grasp, nor will you ever want to.
She is you.
She is within you, beseeching you to heed her calling, to listen to her warning, and to accept her grace for what she is.
She is free
She is wild
She is the ocean.

For those whom are lucky enough to become one with her, she will be their soul mate.
She will hold you within her grasp and never let you go.
Always affording you the same freedoms that she has been afforded for all of eternity.
She is heaven on earth just the same as she could be hell in reality.
She knows who she is
She will not allow a human to change her course, divert her attentions or be tamed by man's hand.
She will do as she pleases with no care to the consequence to mankind.
Her freedom is your freedom, should you accept her as she is.
She is the ocean.
She is wild
She is free.

Written on the beaches of Cancun
By Melia Shumaker

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

In Darkened Lair

You come and smother
Leaving me helpless and cold
And then you vanish.
Slinking into the darkness
Leaving your scent behind.
You are my last wish.

My breath, you take
My thoughts, you muddle
I've ran from you before
Yet unknowingly toward you
Confused, I go with the flow
I run for more.

In dreams my feet have no connection
To the earthly ground below
Your eyes guide me restlessly through
Weaving in and out of heaven's light
Urging me forth with conviction
Ignoring my lack of desire for you.

Why do I find myself helpless to you
So weak and unsure of your intentions
Yet sure I've no business here.
Somehow, I cannot control the direction
The darkness hides all strength and will
Allowing my heart to fill with fear.

By AzJade

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Ramblings......

It is hard for me to see
the excriment that has become
me.
In a child's eye
they do not lie
I found their words enlightening.
Woeful tormented life
seam bursting strife
through it all is family
this much i can see.
Yet I wallow in
the darkness
My fate left to the gnomes.
Why can't i get a grip
on things
the answer written in stone.