in the ashes how is it that mere moments ago
I could breathe?
how is it that seconds ago
I felt so full
and now emptiness covers like a pall?
how is it that my legs of iron
have become feet of clay?
and the back
that bore up patiently
under anger and mistrust
and bitter loathing
now lies here twisted and broken?
I felt the crush of it
well before it happened
I stood in the tracks
and let the train run me down
it paused briefly

and drove right through my middle
the train had many excuses
and justified itself quite well
and may indeed have done
the right thing
for the right reason
but it still hurts
and I still love
I watch now
as blessed friends
pick up pieces of used to be
and never was
carefully separating out the never will be
and try to find
me
here in the ashes...
algor© 

Sweetest siren of the sea,
she sings, she sings haunting me.

Gentle spirit, as the dove
wishing only for my love.
Cast aside soon forgotten
only ill was begotten.
Partaking of guileless charm
returns them falsely with harm.
Faithless lover, that was me.
She gave herself to the sea
Oh, innocent Lorelei
I still hear your sobbing cry.

Sweetest siren of the sea,
she sings, she sings calling me.

Deftly clever was this thief.
Whom into your heart did creep.
Knowing not the final cost.
Knowing not what would be lost.
You, the sacrificial lamb.
I, an ordinary man.
Simply thought to play at love
unwitting of dangers done.
Turning blind eye to my crimes
blaming her too many times.

Sweetest siren of the sea
she sings, she sings shaming me.

Vinegar amoung the bees
foulest honey from those trees.
Such words from my lips did drop
not guessing her heart they'd stop.
Each lie a dagger forming.
Each pain a scar creating.
Always cutting to the quick
angry stinging words did prick.
With affections was I curt
ever did I try to hurt.

Sweetest siren of the sea
she sings, she sings drawing me.

Lorelei, it's you I miss,
it is you I long to kiss.
Now it is my turn to cry
unafraid that I shall die.
Thus it is I answer your call
finally giving you all.
Held within your loving arms
surrounded by your sweet charms.
Now, that you have come for me
together we lay, complete.

Sweetest siren of the sea
she sings, she sings still for me.
rutile©

When the fires of love slowly burn out:
when the element of suspicion casts a shadow of a doubt,
when the heart has given all it has to give,
when your soul finally convinces you
without him you can  not live;
this is the time you realize there's nothing left but ashes.

Fires of love all burned out,
nothing is left but suspicions and doubts.
I'll never know what did I say or do?
The fires of love once burned strong;
something has changed that; something went wrong.
Fires of love are now burned out;
we let this happen because of jealousies and doubts.
I loved you strong my love is true,
but suspicions and doubts burned inside of you.

Flames of love once burned here strong; I was too in love
I didn't see it going wrong.
Now you're gone there's nothing left inside;
Only ashes of love and the tears that I've cried.
Nothing left but ashes.
bonsquad©

The tidal pulls drag us along as well.
Are we not mainly water?
Mere creatures of habit and nature?
What hope have we against you?

Senses assailed and assaulted
by your beauty and your presence.
Cycling our lives,
as you circle the globe ...
or is it us who orbit you?

Lullabies and love songs
poetic muses borne within each beam
falling gently down.
Tugging at our souls, our hearts, our minds.
Filling to overflowing the emotions
and sometimes when we are lucky
the words to express it all.

We are but waves in your wake.
Imaginations fired by your fullness.
Gravitating closer and closer to madness
through our attraction to you.
We are helpless in our adoration.

Goddess, watcher, nurturer of life ...
Shining silver queen of the night.
der girlo©

emerging from within the ashes
your image vast surreal
appearing to me in flashes
very ghostly though quite real

i've longed for you to speak to me
calm my restless soul
explain why this has to be
allow me finally to be consoled

feeling i was a faithful friend
now deserted without a trace
left me nothing to comprehend
no companion will ere replace

i pray you found the peace
eternal rest and sanity
your inner battles finally ceased
with lost faith in humanity

i realize you have departed
yet to me..
you're still very much alive
sustained within my heart
with falling tears 
that will never dry
MiNN© 

Into the waves of the raging sea
Dusting of ashes remnants of thee
Strewn on the rocks by sweetness of song
The bodies lay heaped and the music goes on.

Words of enchantment drawing men near
Melodies floating on the wings of a bird
Paying the debts of wrongs past owed
Into their clutches many men strode.

Singing to sailors with wax filled ears
The ship sailed past despite all their fears
One single life strapped to the mast
Managed to survive, the sins of the past.
Emerald_99©

She appears in the mist of night
watching over her loved one, making sure he is alright

Leaving her loved one behind
she needs him to let go, its now time

She can't rest in peace knowing he still grieves
God needed her more, "she had to leave."

He has to get it together and move on
there's no way she can rest knowing he is alone

She knows he still has so much love to give
and wants him to find someone dear, and again live

If he remains alone she will know she failed
then, all the love she showed him didn't prevail
hunnybunn_3©

Ashes fall,
And the question remains unanswered,
"Is this humanity's blessing or curse?"
The hate that fueled the flames
Of jealousy and fear,
Has burned itself out;
Destroying itself as well as its cause,
But taking happiness and gentleness with it.

Ashes settle,
Softly whispering, "blessing or curse?"
All is lost -- nothing remains but ashes --
Neither hot nor cold.
Even the sun filters through the ashes
In the pallid sky, giving neither true light
Nor complete darkness.
Allowing only enough vision to see
Just how little contrast is left;
Leaving only the feeling of not feeling.

Ashes fall,
Ignoring blessing or cursing,
Humanity choosing self-interest and greed,
Willingly steps into the crucible,
Stoking the refiner's purifying fire,
-- Ostensibly demanding diversity but
Accepting only conformity,
Thereby requiring the destruction of anything foreign;
But the refiner's fire strips away hypocrisy and dross.

And ashes fall,
Is it a blessing or a curse that
When the fire has gone, it takes Despair with it?
For Despair requires feeling
-- And that has burned away.
Desolation would require contrast
-- And that no longer exists.
There is a point beyond which
A human can no longer feel pain.
Ashes fall on Apathy.

Ashes accumulate
Not caring about blessings or curses.
Not even the wind whispers lest it whisk away
The muffled, protective blanket of
Solitude and emptiness,
Leaving humanity cruelly exposed to the fact,
That good as well as bad has gone
Forever into ash.

Ashes fall
Is it humanity's greatest blessing or curse,
That after the refiner's fire,
The crucible is empty?
-- Except for fallen ashes
-- Covering a single, tiny seed
of hope,
From which love rises.
Theophilus©

clouds where slowly forming
the moon was growing dim
a wall of fog was building
as I was sailing through the wind

the ocean waves were rough
rolling hills of green and white
splashing, lapping sounds they made
as they rocked me through the night

time and time in darkness
with no stars to guide my way
feeling lost and quiet confused
in this foggy disarray

I yelled across the ocean
through this great unknown
hearing just my chilling echoes
sending shivers through my bones 

not knowing what to do
I grabbed an ore and rowed
thorough the darkness I heard a tune
and towards it I did go

the tune was soft and gentle
it would slowly rise and die
like the waves upon the ocean
it was a sad and mournful cry

I rowed with all my might
to the song so sadly sung
when I arrived to that spot
I saw an angel like that of none

she was hiding in the fog
or maybe it was a he
in the blend of light and dark
it was really hard to see

as I came upon this angel
whose warmth was quiet profound
I saw that she was holding
some type of woven gown

within it all the stitchings
that life has some how filled
she pulled it from the ocean
stitched a time that's standing still

I asked her just one question
"what is it that I see."
she looked at me and smiled
"It's you upon this sea."

the darkness seemed to fade
the fog was clearing up
when I blinked she was gone
land was just in touch

every night and on
I close my eyes and see
listen to the music
from the angel in the sea
Xero©

Here I stand, in a world all of my own
It's like I have been thrown
Into the deep deep sea
And all I see is Me

Where are You, where did you go?
I hear our song and wonder if you are still my beaux
I miss being with you I miss your touch
Yet the waves in the sea are a rush

My thoughts of our pain
That brought us this gain
Are deeply embedded here with me
As I stand looking at your from the sea.
All alone I stand with the waters that bellows
Sweet is our love, not to taint nor yellows
Our love meant to be for an eternity
As the sea is "Infinity"

I've missed you so very very much
I long to feel your touch
Where are you, Love? My pain is as vast as the sea
Please come back to me.....

I see your face
Feel your embrace
As the wind embraces me
I stand all alone in the middle of the sea.

Faithful I will hold
In these vast seas, My Forgotten Soul..
SaSHA_h35©

It's a scene in nature.
Near a small pond
a woman lays across a long rock
tracing her fingers into the water.
She watches the rings radiating back to shore
as if spreading the word, carrying the message;
she is dreaming of him.

His abdomen takes shape.
Her hand reaches out,
only to be snatched back ashamed,
when she realizes what she was holding.

As the image fades, a voice calls from behind her.
Clutching her clothes tightly to her, she turns.
Who would she see?
Who does she hope to see?
Perhaps the embodiment of her vision.
With great trepidation she speaks
"Come to me ... vision or apparition
let me feel your breath upon my hand
so that I may know your name."

His feet make no sound.
He stands before her.
Gazing into her eyes,
he grips both her hands placing them to his face.
Inside her mind she sees many scenes of days in the forest
trails of steps always leading him to the pond.
Without a word she knows him.
She has seen his skin before
and the pure innocense of his lips.
She is frozen by his presense.
So much understanding exchanged in so short a time.
She suddenly realizes her garments lay upon the ground.
No longer ashamed she retracts her hands,
slowly trailing them down his chest.
Her eyes spare no inch of him.
Parting the fabrics as if too see deeper still.
Her expression must have betrayed her
for he reacted by bringing her bare body nearer.
Up close and tight, strong arms surround her.
She surrenders to his grip.
He seals the moment pressing his lips to hers
silencing her fears, Forever.
TheFantasy©

With the whip of the wind she is upon you.
The waves tear at your body
She threatens to cast you to the very depths
She has no heart, and her soul has turned black.
So cold her touch, you turn your collar up, and curl inward.
Darkness surrounds her and she commands all things evil.
Death is in her wake.
With the clench of her fist the storm rages on.
Your body raises and falls with each crushing wave.
All are in peril, few will survive her wrath
She will break you at will, destroy your spirit.
There is no escape as she drags you down to hell
Princess Sweetlips©

Embers and ashes lay on the ground
soot scattered throughout the sky
upon settling will anything be found
among the questions of how and why?

Rising up from the ashes an angel of love
a token of faith cupped in her hands
tiny seeds resting in the beak of a dove
she'll soon fly and spread over the lands.

A graceful wind beginning to stir
the angel prays for life that was lost
Heavenly Father restore things as they were
into the wind the tiny bird she tossed...

Praying for love and peaceful trust
the angel now became part of the land
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
delivered from soot into God's hand.

The angel of love gave her own last breath
to save a symbol of faith for you
soaring high up above the ashes of death
the dove scatters seeds to begin life anew.
Daisy© 

The battlefield abandoned
Only a statue remains
A constant reminder
Of bloodshed and pains

But some have forgotten
How their freedom was won
It's a shame this reminder
Even has to be done

For those who were brave
And sacrificed their lives
For strangers unknown
Their memory survives

Remember your roots
Where you've come from
The road you traveled
What is yet to come

Don't stop to forget
The lives that were lost
For your freedom today
Had an expensive cost

So the statue will stand
As a reminder to all
Of the bravery shared
By those willing to fall

For those courageous souls
Guided to their graves
You will live forever
In the mother of the brave
Heidi©

I sleep alone
Images of you dancing around me
Images of what you look like
You feel like, you taste like

I see you
Standing before me, whispering my name
Your lovely body presses against mine
I am your slave, take me

I feel you
Your pulse beats with mine
A twitching comes from my skin
Anxious bumps form on me, I am on fire

Come to me
Let go this etherial plane & come to me now
Let the dream be materialized
Love me for love's sake

I am alive again
You lie beside me in our bed
I breathe as you breathe
I am One with you, we ARE Love.....
JSProphet67©

Do the gods not send forth fire
the destroyer and rebuilder
to take the body of she
who will climb upon the alter
and impale herself
in majestic agony
there before the masters
who run the lottery

Do demons cloud the very sky
to which they kneel and pray
with billows of smoke and ashe
blotting out the day
waiting patiently
for a life
when she climbs aboard
natures knife

will the blood and pain
poured forth in ritual
from body pierced
to those spiritual
bring acceptance
from the gods
to the ground
on which she trods
Gargoyle©

I see her shrouded in a misty veil
My mind is lifting her capacious skirt,
In her nether regions do my thoughts travail
And with her beauteous eyes I dare to flirt.

Her voice is music from a silver flute
I catch the words that drop from honeyed lips
And with a smile and whisper, almost mute,
She speaks and launches forth a thousand ships.

She stands forever sculptured in my brain.
I feel a fire burning in my breast
And if in joyful bliss or bitter pain,
Her unremitting charm has me possessed.
SirZaraxan©

Arising from ashes of great dispare.
Coming before Thee
as a vision of Lost Hope.
Forlorn ... confused may Ye be
Thought forever to be forgotten!

Which way does One turn?
All senses that be You.... now lost.
Most profound Love the world
has EVER known!
Now lay before Your feet
as Eternal Ashes.

Sadden ... by the presence of
river of tears
now flowing past Me.
Therefore ...extending My hand to Thee.
Thy Love is not lost ...
For that is Who I be.

Thy Love be known ONLY true
with such intensity.
Coming to You now
in a form of vision.
To guide You thru
this turbulent emotional storm.

Guiding You past the
"Ashes to ashes .....and dust to dust"
Blind Thy Self to the grief
However wounded Thy heart might be.
There is still SOOOooo much
living to be explored.

Let Me gently kiss away Your tears
that clouds Your thoughts.
For I will be a Vision of
Your Love that Once was.
Here ... once again take My hand ....
let Me help You to the distant shore.
LongLeggedTXN©

Out of the ash
she struggles
to be seen, heard
loved... but she is
Gray, the color between
black and white
living and dying
laughter and sorrow
day and night
all in betweens
containing hints
of gray...
A smile that became
a tear
A grin becoming
a grimace
and the grief, that
follows closely behind
too close.. always too close
to the living
So rise lost soul, rise
let go of the mourning gray
that covers your essence
with the soot of life
Refuse to let it
devour your spirit
nor set the path
for your soul
Rise.....
Reina©

Battle is over,
victors once more...
Oh Gentle Guardian comfort the souls
of those who swore...
To fight for their country
but died in a war...
And laydown forever in water graves
far away, off some foreign shore...

Like an Angel from Heaven
listen to their sighs...
While their mothers and fathers
children and wives...
Cry for their passing
but get on with their lives...
Remembering ASHES to ASHES
and thank God they're alive...
LaPoetessa©

Ashes to ashes; dust to dust;
Once undesirable; now vision of lust.
Through the burning fire’s purifying glow;
Confidence gained; emergence from shadows.

No longer picture negative quality; colors changed;
Previously never noticed; then newfound fame.
Child of beauty, sensuous womanly curves;
Live piece of art, which no man deserves.

Up from the ashes of a pain filled past;
Finally at the top; never again to be last.
Outer shell exuviated; elegance fully exposed;
Untouchable yet desirable; beautiful to behold.
angelqueen©

Unwritten before the beginning of time
The Lady of the Lake has survived unnoticed
Waiting for the proper moment to rise, to call
Out, to be heard by the one, the redemptive soldier
That must step forth and wield her magical sword!
How many eons has she waited for the right one?
Patiently, silently, motionlessly, always hopeful,
Always steadfast, always searching for the one,
The gifted, the pure, the chosen one, the right one!
At long last her waiting is over and now she
Rises above the mire to bring in a new day,
A day long anticipated, a day unlike any other,
It is the day of salvation, of rebirth, of light,
Of true revival of good, of honor, of purpose
For all of mankind, the beginning of another
Story of truth and justice, not for just some,
The powerful, the inslavers, the beasts that
Have always beaten mankind into submission.
For the Prince of light and hope and kindness
And justice, and love is coming, draws near,
And will vanquish evil and return it to the
Pit from whence it crawled out of so long ago!
The Lady of the lake now rises for us all!
Jerry Heins©

Bind my eyes
to prevent my sight.
With darkness try
to block out the light.

Ominous clouds of gray
sweeping all around.
Failing to cast shadows
upon my ground.

Your distorted truths
no longer cloud.
My sight, you will
never again shroud.

Words you have spoken
with harshness abound.
Now only remain
a distant hallow sound.

Their hold upon me
no longer does exist.
Growing strong I am
now able to resist.

Your own insecurities
I now refuse to bear.
I have taken the time
my wounds to repair.
Gitte© 

blind lady looking upward toward the sky
reviewing her life as it passes her by
choaker collar fastened tight around her neck
flashes keep occuring of them kisses and pecks

her body unclothed, its totally nude
some of her life was happy, some very crude
somethings she done she was mighty proud
other things she hopes gets lost in the clouds

the Light from aboves illuminates her skin
the review of her life reveals all of her sin
all thru her life she never carried a grudge
but uncovered she stands to face the Judge

after review of her life she's allowed to come in
to the place called Heaven, a place w/o sin
now she sees it is as we was told
the streets indeed are lined in gold
mwm© 

I should be ashes by now
and not having a cow
like Womack
to Cossack
a gossamer
with a black neck...
deadly aspirations
to naughty vibrations;
it is as simple
as dirty deeds done dirt cheap,
or as a pilgrim
bent on a gangplank death o' fete-
hang 'em high or low
just don't go too slow
because voices
can't make the money burn any faster...
just will wring the bastard hooligans
shoveling their shit
out of their blameworthy back doors!

Alright she floats on air,
but she don't care...
how the devil spins his wrath
or kills in bad luck...
she just climbs
to hide away in a heavenly glide...
off in a yonder blue sky,
not to despise or lie,
but born again to fly.

Here she stays
as happy in smiles;
and yet she is still beguiled
by tortuous thoughts
of chattahoochie koochies
lovin' and smoochin'
bringin' on the heartbreak-
to the dozens
melting in the oven
of his murderous shovin'!!!

Is this highly forbidden...
to where the eagles dare...
or the jetliners fair...
like happy-go-lucky travelers
searchin' the cosmic air
for righteous tranquility...
in such futility??

Will all godly inspirations
seem to care...
or know that ashes
may appear to blow
only in windy cities
or backstage lots...
or will Warhol's 15 minutes
of notoriety
be swept away
in a mirage of fruitless forgotten vestigial lots????

I hearby decree
is this just
to you or me?
To be bedeviled
by sinly affairs
and make like they don't care?
A farce fanatical foolish folly
of frivalous fortune to fret-
may gather dust-
just don't attest
all of the above
as a life of being
vaulted
yet adorned with rust?

Answer is simple?

Be not thee
to see
who aspireth
thee to be;
attach thy tongue
yet do not run...
from thy elders
magick song...
glisten to show
all that you do know,
and life will aim...
your truth as won.
Nimbusman/KiNG_SaGe©

Gentle wavelets,
Running to the shore,
The pulse of life.
Surging, gliding back,
The sound of the last
Draining through sand,
To surge again, as it has
For ten thousand years,
Since freed from glaciers.

Noisy gulls feed
On a school of fish.
Minnows, escaping
Predators below,
Find themselves fair game
For predators above.
There is no pity
In Mother Nature.

The sun is bright.
A herd of fleecy clouds
Moves smoothly across
Their blue-hued range,
Dappling the water
With their shadows.
The air is clear,
And I can see infinity
And, perhaps, beyond."
Partsman3©
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