Lightness Within

             Lightness Within.

Star, dust way up high, unfolding in us
In the knowledge
That our beating hearts, transcending from star dust
Like the rising of the sun, as it unfolds
It's, rays mesmerising ones eyes
Standing witnessing it unfurl
Exploding before our very eyes like a flower
Bursting open before our very eyes
The miraculous, rising of the sun                        
Like a heart pumping, scattering in the vision of my eyes
Brilliantly little diamonds
Like a shower of rain scintillating, crystal clear diamonds.
Like a river of gold, like Magna viscous
Flowing those burning rivers of gold, redness beneath our feet
Mesmerised one kneels, worshiping the golden sun
Hands outstretched to the skies, shut eyes,
The visions in my mind the sun ascending my firmament
That giver of light of life of love, and everything in between
It's an aphrodisiac sending feeling through our, minds our body's
As we sit dreaming of love our lives, in the eyes of my mind
Whispering incandescently sweet nothings
As we close our eyes the whispering insistently
Dropping kisses in our eyes our lips our hearts, flipping
Under those hands soft so softly, urgently
Our minds our body's burning clinging tightly to the dreams        
Intoxicatingly..Minds are funny things!
This mass of matter hallucinating as we go from sigh
To sigh it's all in the minds eyes, this madness
In our minds our blood our hearts extenuatingly weak
When the day's through, at the going down of the sun
Yet again we're mesmerised by its beauty
With every colour in our sky's the reds the purples, the gold's
And every other colour in between
As yet again worshiping the going down of the sun
As in death, we're left with darkness within..
But the rising of the moon as we swoon at the sight
This mesmerising moon shedding, lightness  above us, our sky's
Once again, we're mesmerised into enchantment
My eyes following across my sky's like a madness
Recording every little angle from east to west.
It's faces..It's many, many faces
Interfering with my senses my, senses
It's effect upon me casting, it's obsessiveness
Moonshine,  my restless soul incapable of thinking
As I close my eyes, this moon enchanting mesmerising my eyes
Camera in hand recording, it's every movement.
And like a banshee howling, at you moon.
Taking my senses, I have no defences
The ambiguity, the pull is such ..like a magnet
Pulling at the strings of my heart it's tune
Playing havoc with my mind, in the extreme
The extremities of my mind, uncertain within.
This universe of ours the stars above my skies
Scintillating, like little diamonds in the darkness
Accentuating their brilliance, the velvety ink, blackness.
Lying counting countless, countless stars
One's mind can take not  the mysteriousness, the wonder of it.
At this universe, I stare comprehend  I do not.
The extenuating beauty above us as I try counting those stars.
There goes another star
Shooting across my firmament,
A star dying, diminishing as it dies puff.
A soul skimming across my dark velvety firmament
The enchantment before my eyes
As I lie dreaming, between the darkness and the light
Mysterious.. Hands whispering over me fleetingly, my senses.
Whispering hands taking me, into another dimension,
Of love, the ecstasy a mind drugged,
The endorphins in me sending me beyond infinity
Grasping for the sun moon and the stars above
In euphoria, I cry out.. I cry in the delirium, of love
Love in the dark, lightness within.

                                    By Connie James        

My Madeira.

                      My Madeira.

  I'll tell you what's on my mind, Mr facebook
 When are you going to learn that Madeira, Isn't in Portugal
 But part of Portugal, Let me tell you that Madeira is a small,
  Island in the middle of the Atlantic, it's a very beautiful Island,
 That's where the flowers grow, They call it The pearl of the Atlantic
 The floating gardens, don't you know.
 And that nectar, of the Gods.
 That everyone knows, it's called Madeira wine  
 A better nectar you won't find, anywhere I'll let you know
 From the town to the mountains, a better sight you won't see
 There's a vision of flowers, every which way you turn
 There's the bougainvillaea, covering every river and every wall you see
  It's a kaleidoscope of colour, the agapanthus birds of paradise
  Every flower under the sky's... the flowering trees, like the Hibiscus
  Oleander & Poinsettias everywhere, and many others too
  And the Acacia, Eucalyptus intermingling  with the Pine
  That scent's so heady, as we pass under a canopy of such trees
  Ahhh....we inhale deeply, fill our lungs with it's scent, this pure clean air
  Attacking our senses...as we pass under the waterfalls, over the roads.
  The panorama before you, the mountains high above the clouds
  Reaching for the sky, it's an awesome panorama, before one's very eyes
  The mountains high to the valleys down below...
  This is my Madeira...the land's of my father, his father's, father, before him
  My Madeira my mind my heart, my soul...
  So Mr facebook  won't you get your facts right...
  Yes Madeira belongs to Portugal
  But it's a little island in its own right ...
  So when you refer to Funchal Portugal..
  It's not, its Funchal Madeira....
  We're proud of our little "ISLAND". 
  Don't you know..

                 By Connie James 

Need A Hug.

Hello, World.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
I need a Hug.
Today every day of my days,
To keep me safe keep me grounded
Very least every other day
My soul's crying out, the need to hear you say
That am an okay person, not that bad.
When, am on a rampage, my mind hitting out
At those that love me not, when there's love in my heart
One's mind is in turmoil or not, nothing I can do about
Just sitting tight in this little corner of my world
Waiting when times out,
As tears streaming flowing out
My mind rampaging within, my heart screaming out
Hitting out, I know not what's it all about.
The things that I say and do
Without thinking about, surely I must grow up!
Temptation a must do not
But am a spontaneous soul, always think not about.
The ramifications of what one says and does
A touch of imbecility's about.
If one can explain not one's actions,
Confusion, ambiguity.
The uncertainty of one's actions
The obsessive obsession..running through me,
Is there for all to see.
But one must have somewhat of one's own to care
Whether be it another person or not, family's, not there.
To talk to laugh to joke, every day of my days.
What the hell, nothing ever changes anyway.
Still need that that hug, come what may.
By Connie James 
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Mediterranean Way

Down the Mediterranean way,
Like a promise long ago, being kept
That I'd kiss your lips
Some day
Between lyrics being written or a poetry being versed
And a song being sang, here and now
Standing, where you stood once before
By the sea, the beach discovering poetry
With an obsessive obsession like never before.
Looking at you, your hair of gold
Your eyes so blue
Your lips red, could not take my eyes, of you
Your lips so red so true with that tinge of blue.
Looking at you obsessively so
You're the one I've been searching for
Whether your near or far
Search I must for you, so near yet so far
I can sense your, scent breathe you
Like the Med..So clean so true
In relation to you looking so handsome, so clean and new
Like the beginning of a new day's were you
Your wings so light taking flight in the moonlight
Like Icarus flying so close to the sun, scorching his wings.
If I were Michaelangelo I'd shape carve you
Every sinew..every little dent in you, I'd mould,
My fingers gentle and true
I'd breathe love into you and a smile so true, lighting your eyes
And the Van Gogh colours that only he knew
Mixing colours dreamed by he the yellows and blues
The shades of green the hues of colour ambiguously mixed
And with my words I'd entice you
To hold to touch to feel, you touching me
To be completely mine now, would you!
Over those rocks, I lie watching floating corals
As I touch the transparency so real
Into my hands, I weep believing not
Your hands reaching me softly gently
Inhaling the scent of he
I can scent the ocean on you the beach
Those, beauty's scantily dress or not
Cavortin' all around him
Whispering the story the river exiting to the sea
Describing me or not
Must be, kept our secret
Only the river and the Mediterranean sea will know
Am not that far away from He
The one I love and ask would you?
Walk with me
To a home forgotten
Would you!

                               By Connie James.

  

   

Searching Home.

                     Searching Home

The story I have to tell not so long you see
That once upon a time there was he and me
Sitting by the riverside wondering was he
His feet emerged deeply into water kicking about was he
Staring into the distance, he was not with me
Following his stare, I could see he knew not me
As he sat by the river his stare confusing me I knew not that he
was watching me, whilst I was watching he
Watched his every move was amazing to see
The Boy his curly hair his skin gold like
His eyes, dark moody eyes smouldering eyes dangerously
Not in the far distance, I could see he
As he glanced at me
The look on his face was there for me
He looked like a picture painted it was good to see
A Picasso asymmetrically
The look in his eyes enchanted me
That canvas in my mind I've seen in the cathedrals of old
Falling in love again, how could I help not
And the story will be told time and again
To the sea, I shall return once more
Finding you by the shore
Fixing on the horizon far your eyes
Fixated I know not what, something.
Behind you was I quite near to you not far
Yet your eyes were on the far horizon
When I was near so near to you.
Sitting writing right by you
Your attention interrupted by me,
There was I looking into your eyes so deep like pools
Your eyelids closed just so slightly as you looked at me
Your lips I could kiss feeling with my fingers
Their shape... Soft so soft they were
Once again refrain not from the love we had between us
The love we have for this land
This land of love music and dance and always a song
Searching home always searching home.    

    

Extremities Of My Mind.

Extremities Of My Mind 

In the extremities of my mind,
Were I to fly high, higher and higher
Like a bird flying in the thermal winds 
And as my mind floats by, beyond the clouds

Like a condor dancing high above my firmament.
Gliding elegantly riding those winds of life
Swooping going right across my skies
Diving and climbing hovering watching those down bellow

In a rat race, bumbling through life
Hurrying here and there,
No time to stand and stare
Searching what I know not some illusion

No time to stand still, like automatons they go..
Every moment of their lives their days
Relentlessly, searching this illusion of a life
The unhappiness in their eyes

As they strive, bumbling through life intermediately
As he looks down and sees those that once were part of this
In the mind of my eyes there goes life
That once so prominently, chasing their tails every one of us

Wanting more and more from this life
On the edge living their lives, never a dull moment
Every and each moment..
But the uncertainty of life one can not tell

But lived every moment, not in hell.
The ambiguity in us every day of our lives
When we let unpleasantness take hold
The ugliness in our souls, their souls ambiguously

But now looking down floating those thermal winds
Gliding by whilst others hurriedly,  go by
Their feelings were hidden, deeply within
As their hearts cries their eyes shedding tears in sorrow

As they go by through life uncertaintly
Achieving the heights, the illusion in our minds
Climbing that mountain of life obsessively
But there they go that grin in they're eyes 

Floating those thermal winds, In the extremities oh my mind
Swooping down climbing high
Way above the clouds above my Skies so blue
Dancing dancing in the winds

By Connie James

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Made Of Glass.

                       Made Of glass

  Made of glass..they see not me,
  They look through me...Am not there you see,
  Never been never will be.
  As I look through my glass I see not me,
  But a fragmentation of me, not what I use to.
  But broken, broken me
  But as I look into my eyes the retroflexion that I see
  No, it can't be me, but some stranger staring back at me!
  With my fingers I touch my mirrored glass, it's not me that I touch,
  My mind screaming out what have they done with me.
  Cause the image, I see It can not be me.
  Life's chewed me up and spat me out,
  Leaving me the illusion that I see, an image I recognise not,
  What I was what I'll be.
  This image sadly staring at me.
  The laughing eyes that once held such promise,
  The mouth, the lips that I see, once held to kiss, kissing me.
  The reflection in my glass that see, tears spilling out of me,
  Excepting not the image that I see, like it not the changes in me.
  Is it all an illusion what I see, am I here am I!
  Where have you gone,
  ET TU.. says I looking into my mirrored glass, deserting me.
  Where have my yesterday's gone, taken away from me
  My mind refusing to give up, growing up I'll not
  Growing up!! 
  I'll say go away let me be.
  Leaving me with the illusion.
  Looking into, my glass I see imperfection, not as I used to be.
  But the twinkle in my eyes at times imperfections does not see
  But this soul that loves to laugh sing dance at every change,
  And kiss given half a chance
  Best not to chance and glance In the glass
  The mirror's in my eyes Y
  You'll never know what you'll see
  Seeing my soul within me.

                 
                                          By Connie James.

Storm Brewing.

                     Storm Brewing

Wow... we've got a storm brewing here, thunder lightning
lashings of rain, it's gone so dark, that it might as be night, time
and the thunder keeps coming, so loud over the house,
I jumped out of my skin, that when the excitement started
as I run getting the washing in, God's lost his temper,
his throwing the piano about, now the skies have opened its flood gates
it's as if the monsoon has arrived, and the birds gone all quiet
as its pouring, pouring down, it seems my Acers are weeping
they look so heavy with the rain as if there kneeling and praying
I myself feel like curling, curling under the duvet
just to hide from Gods anger, as his throwing the piano about
I usually go about when it's storming, my face up in the air
my arms outstretched to the skies, as I do the rain dance, inspecting that storm
lashings, lashings of rain, falling upon me, and sheath lightning
covering the whole sky, it's scary it's exciting exhilarating to
it's so electrifying, as my hair stands on end.
I've been told to grow up, you can't chase a storm
what if you get struck by lightning, what will I do if you're gone
but there's this wildness in me, it's always been there
my heart somersaultin', jumping out of my chest
I must be a child of the storm, the lightning the thunder and the rain
one must have just a little bit of excitement in one's life.
mine its excitement of a storm...
Yah I must have a screw loose, do you think...

This was taken yesterday in the rain, the camera went foggy
but just listen to the sound of the birds...lovely.

Poetry's In My Soul.

 Poetry is in my soul
 looking at you from across the river. Seine 
As I stood looking at you with your smile, wonderful  you
Looking so young..You have the youth of youthfulness 
Each time as I look at you..
That when poetry walks in as the bells of Notre Dam 
Pealing  away as an evening song how I love that sound 
Walking crossing the river to where you stood 
Feeling hungry within. 
But my hunger was for knowledge
Time's never enough to observe, soak everything I see
In my soul hunger lives, hunger from within. 
Hunger for the beautiful faces every each way you look   
Worshipping in the distances between 
Faces a new as seeing him rejuvenating after love     
Between us, love so true
As if the sky's so blue descending to kiss you, 
Refrain you must not do, 
As the leaves from the maple  
The Chestnut trees trembling in the breeze
There Scent of shelter from the winds.
Walking across the way 
At that house I stopped, that green door I knew so well 
For am no stranger there, 
My home of old the yellow windows the door so green 
Like In a fairyland, where love once lived, in a distant dream 
On the boulevards along the way that little cafe
I sat by the way watching life go by
Sitting all alone, on his cycle he came by 
Smiling He whispered my, name I could not refrain
But smile into his eyes mesmerised that here I am
That am here.
Returning to where it begun.  
I write and write again, It's not easy.
In that magical bookshop, I lose myself 
Amongst those books you can scent the knowledge 
In those books of old, In those books that I get lost 
Intermittently..lost in time as time fly's. 
But the hunger still within. 
By the window I stop reflecting, seeing the image of him 
In the reflection before my eyes 
Standing behind me, a bunch of flowers held high
The breeze lifting his hair, like a whisper 
His face adorable.
In the shades of the night the starlight looking into his eyes 
As time, goes by
I can not believe am home.   

  

    

  

Into Infinitum

Into Infinitum

I knew not you were about to enter,
About to enter my, world
The sensations within nothing less than infernal
As I got closer myself to Thee
Wave after wave, minds AWOL gone
Oh, what was I to do, my mind can cope not
The sensations you put me through.
As I hold on to you, head thrown, my eyes refusing to see
The madness within us, the sigh's between now and the ecstasy
Riding those thermal winds, I've lost all sensibility
Those feelings running through me.
In desperation, I cried out darling,
Darling love me!
Still riding those thermal winds just you and me.
Minds mind drugged, as I grapple for a reason to be
Really surprised the abandonment in me.
Sensations such as these, I knew not were possible for me
You fill my mind, the wonderful pictures I see
Am lost in a world of sensations ecstasy..
As I kiss your eyes your lips
Right down to your toe's
I feel the wanting in you
As I take you, my mind the obsession within me
Oblivious in some other world ambiguously
As you come to me, my minds screaming out
Believe I can not, as I hold myself against Thee.
As your whispering words inflaming me
My Mind, your words incandescently
Carrying me into a world
I could believe not, as I grasp the sensations so true
The explosion in one's mind
As I scream out your name as you carry me through..
Minds still in a fog as I press against you..
Ambiguous sensations still running through, me
As I come out from the highs to tumbling lows as I kiss you.
Prolonging the contact between you and me..
Wonder, will we be saved from this lunacy
Our minds saving us or not ourselves..
Lunacy set me free, from this madness within me
This need, this obsession, as we think of the other obsessively.
Yet again we're screaming, what has become of us.
As we go from sensation to sensation
Taking us into Infinitum
Unparalleled Infinitum carrying us
Into ecstasy...

By Connie James.

Et Tu.....I Shall Exist

I shall Exist.
Many moons have gone by
As I seat beneath the blue sky,
Locked in my silent world
Watch the sky's sitting alone locked in this bottle.
Watching life going by whilst I exist...Just.
Something wrong there must be with me
As those, I love, shun me, even those that care for me
Walk away from me,
Leaving me in a quandary
Ambiguously my eyes cry's as you walk away from me!
Making me feel...
Why did you make me feel!
Should have left me locked in that bottle that was my, world
Dead feelings within me
Why must you pull that cork setting me free!
Free from the dead feelings inside of me
Now those feelings spilling out what have you done?
Feeling good was optional for me!
As I go about my little world, no words from you.
Just needed someone thought I found one in you.
But like all and sundry, silent you go.
You brought feelings I knew not existed
Was having fun I must say, silly me!
Pulling out sticks..ignoring me.
I have a heart you know and feelings that go with it.
My heart cries for me, silly fool!
Why do those that know me not,
Take umbrage, of what I am what I say
Even at my sale by date, they still try
To catch my eye catch me unaware's
I should have known by now.. to care not
If the windows of my world cast a glance and stare.
Looking deeply into my soul,  getting not anywhere
But you my friend, gave me more than I ask for
Although I was having fun like never before
You filled me, my mind with visions
Possible I thought not, foolish me,
Ignorance is not a must my eyes wide open they were
My, heart missing a beat, skipping.
Each time I look at you.
Where does this leaves me, a heart full of sorrow.
In my ambiguity this foolishness in me!
That slapper you brought out in me
To this point, I know not, how we came to be.
Must have had this need in me!
To open my arms and fly sky high
Amongst the birds in the sky,
Like that condor riding those thermal winds
Experience life, you said was there for me.
Life's for living is it not life's too short
That life I've lived such a short while
I knew it was madness, but a hoot, I gave not
Enjoying it too much, what can I say!
Now must crawl back into my bottle where I should be!
Like a genie in a bottle finishing my days in desultory.
For I want to feel this pain not,  that's left within, me.
If kind we can be not, my world will be a place of sadness
Will miss your teasing such a lot
If I was over the top or not.
Et..Tu.
I shall exist, I shall exist.

                                   By Connie James.

Stay darling Stay

Good Morning darling

Are you feeling better this morning I hope so
Darling ! am administering " That Balm"
That makes life worth living
I am kissing you softly as in a dream
Just kissing you
Am breathing wellness into you slowly so slowly!
Can you feel it?
Oh, darling! push me away not
I promise to be good meaning not, being bad
Give up on me, not darling, am sorry for being bad.
I've never been that bad you see
You've brought out feelings I thought dead within me.
This foolishness of me
I loved the way you made me feel
Bringing me alive you see.
You say life's for living, but I was dead within
I know not how it all started
But you made me feel good, or bad!
Now minds in turmoil to talk you want not
But we need not be bad darling!
Just me and you would do.
But if bad I want, to be just slap me down won't you!
All I know is am missing you
Don't care if we're good or bad
Just don't walk from me
I need you, darling, to keep me alive my soul ticking
Your sense of humour is like a balm to me
My uncalled tears flowing silently
This ache in my heart,
Those that I care for leaves me
I'll promise not to be bad.
Stay darling Stay.

By Connie James.