"gems"

And I mean every word of it... *HUGS* Thanks guys and gals. Life has a way of making me look sometimes... sometimes at the bad things, and sometimes at the good... and it's the good which I've been forced to view today =)
"gems"
right now
right here
right at this moment
just for a minute
i am complete
completely unalone
and completely unafraid
a rarity for me
a jewel in a gemless sea
maybe
maybe now
maybe that's a mistruth
just for a minute
i am looking clearly
clearly for once
and calmly over my life
and all of my rarities
all of my jewels in a gemless sea
right now
right here
right at this moment
just for a minute
i feel complete
completely loved
and love completely back
a rarity for me
so many jewels in my gemless sea
maybe
maybe now
maybe i'll learn to put some faith in me
just for a minute
i am in realization
utter and total comprehension
of all the people who care about me
all of my jewels who make my shining sea
and right now
just for a moment in time
i want to thank you all
for being friends to me
for being the precious jewels
in my stormy sea.

*HUGS*

Keep writing these literary gems,
You have real talent there,
To be able to impart such strong emotions,
Is a gift that's rare.
I sympathise with those feelings,
They are not really bad,
We have all experienced such emotions,
They're a common thing to be had.
At the end of your terrific piece,
I simply wished for more,
I can't wait for your next endeavour,
To see what we have in store.
I look at your excellent poems,
With a longing stare,
I can't help but look at my stuff,
The two I then compare.
If they were music I'd be the Spice Girls,
Fast, trashy and fun,
My work is goofy and a trifle empty,
Over before it's begun.
But, you friend, would be Dylan,
Emotional in every way,
Your poetry is provactive and relational,
With something great to say.     

Great job, and don't wait too long before                                                   

the next one. Or, get really depressed or                                                   

pi$$ed off and write one to match your mood.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz              

Moon

Moon, silver dollar
hanging, an arm's reach away
searching
seeking
yet unreachable by hands
my hands seeking in vain
forever elusive of my touch
aloof, exalted

Moon, guardian
hanging in inky black
glimmering
shimmering
illuminating the world
dispelling the darkness
darkness that envelops my soul
guiding, guarding

Moon, lover
silver light, heaven-sent
caressing
aching
soft kisses on my face
soft touch on my tears
soft whispers, love
nothing and everything breathes
sensuous, erotic,
nothing and everything
light embracing
my body, my mind
my spirit, my soul
my moon

Your skills are quite impressive, friend,
Of that there is no denial,
As I read through your poem,
I wors a constant smile.
You've got the job of getting ice,
And some exotic beers,
Let's not stop with the Devil's nose,
I want that Bastard's ears!                                                    

Thanks for a great work.                                                   

We of the Village are blessed with much talent.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz                            

"Unfeeling (the merrigoround)"

Life just has a way of kicking me in the ass sometimes, it really does. *HUGS* Thanks for reading.
"Unfeeling (the merrigoround)"
doubts herself
doubts her trust
fate be a fickle foe
trust such a small thing
in such a large world
we are all betrayed in this life
if only by ourselves
yes i said my heart betrays me
yeah just when i thought i was
unfeeling and safe
locked somewhere where i
could no longer feel pain
something had to call me forth
and force me to live again
what is this life to me
where am i going to be next week
will she be up or will she be down
merrigoround
doubts herself
doubts her intentions
eyes are such weak creations
sight such a small thing
in such a sea of abandonment
we are all blinded in this life
if only by ourselves
yes i said sometimes i like to forget
yeah just because it's safer that way
unfeeling and safe
but then i remember there's
a million people like me
facing this same kind of pain
and i never want anyone
to hurt like that again
what is this life to me
where am i going to be next week
will she be up or will she be down
merri go merri go merri go round
doubts herself
i doubt myself
i doubt my strength
i doubt my will to live
i doubt my character
i doubt my emotions
i doubt my instinct
it's all failed me before
i'm such a weak creation
i'm such a small thing in such a
cold world
we are all forgotten in this life
if only by ourselves
yes i said sometimes i want to hurt myself
just so i can beat you to it
unfeeling and safe
i want to be unfeeling and safe
sometimes i want to be unfeeling and safe
sometimes i want them to lock me away
in a state of stasis
til this is all okay
what is this pointless life to me
where am i going to be next week
will she up or will she be down
it's an endless ride
on the merrigoround

The darkness
calls, softly,
seductively,
begging you to
sleep,
whispering
soothing, relaxing
words
in your
mind,
and you let
yourself be
blinded
by love,
by misguided,
misdirected
love wasted,
on the most
precious of
things,
begotten
in a dark
and vile manner,
and the rose colored
glasses you wear,
blind you to reality,
you to the future,
you to the suffering
you will succumb to,
all because...
you were a fool
to take back
the wrongs,
to let the
darkness back
inside,
even though
the love
smolders away,
dying, killed,
murdered,
by your own hand...

you killed my love,
killed for the
chance to make
a grave mistake,
the repercussions
you will feel
for life...
all for what?
all for what...

you left the circle...
you could have
walked away forever...
but you gave in
and let the circle of pain
suck you back in...
and now you know
you face it forever,
for it is too late
to break free...

you've signed away
your life, your future...
all for what...
all for what...?
You're part of the
circle now...
you cannot break free,
bound by a chain of wrongs,
tied to your death,
like I am tied to the other half of my soul...
inexplicable,
inexorable,
inexpiable...

Listen to the whispers,
they call you silently,
breaking tears from your eyes,
sapping your soul away
leaving nothing save
the emptiness of unhappiness,
the cold feeling that you know
you're not needed anymore...
that anything you could've
provided, was forsaken
and replaced by insanity,
you find yourself...limping
through life, unhappy
even though you're where
you want to be,
and you listen to the whispers
that stare you in the face
every day, and you can't
escape the fact...
that you weren't ever needed
that you weren't ever wanted,
that you were merely used
and thrown away...
then picked up again,
to be used again,
to be thrown away again...
you know the circle,
you see it every where
you look...even...
in your own reflection...
and it makes you wonder
why you are who you are,
why you struggle the way you do,
when every one else
just gives in...
and you wonder why
you never thought of that before now...
why not just walk away,
leave this lonely existence,
and find...nothing...
it would be the same
as here, only without
the pain...
so you wonder...