In a Labyrinth...

In a Labyrinth

Between the shadows, I have walked alone
Retreating from my world the only one I've known
Through the darkness meandering into the night
In our minds we have lived like strangers smiling wryly
Wandering through the woods one more time
Beyond that bridge crossing so far the changing lights
Illuminating not my way the moonless night
It was a cold, cold night...
Freezing my breath as I exhaled
Through those woods so eerily enchanted
Feeling uneasy taking to my heels running through my city.
Staring so keenly those that knew me not
Whenever I came their way
As if, a phantom was I like a bride floatingly by
Staring at me I would see their eyes following me
Inexplicably.
His caresses his kisses,
My mind's refusing to stay.
Contain my mind will not whatever they may say
The magical, magic within us
That once upon a time was part of us...
So eagerly our hands our eyes,
Like glowing embers the fire within us
In the darkness of our nights
Only the moon at half light dispersing from my eyes
We only had the night to caress us by...
The sound of those bells pealing away
Like a lullaby unsung amongst us
The feeling that we kissed,
Kissed by the moon at half-light...
In a gossamer cloud framed by a kiss,
Kissing you...
Amusement in my mind as you came by
Embracing, our eyes taking thirsty sip's
As unfocused my mind irrevocably became
Bewitching wondrous sounds those bells pealing
In the distance like drums
Intoxicating!
Written many moons, gone by
In the lateness of the day the curtained room the bed white!
The scented room & she!
Awaiting her man she'll be with a closed mind...
Anticipating
In that moment of madness the light in his eyes
As she sees him nonchalantly coming her way...
In a labyrinth...
His body like a map the untraceable lines I've traced
The purest lines you'll ever come by...

                        By Connie James








    

Solitary Sound

Solitary Sound.

The Midnight came with the beautiful solitary sound of a lone flute.
As the moon shyly appeared on the velvety blue sky
With a promise of cumulus clouds, but I so love clouds.
The leaves on the trees dancing in the breeze as soft as the touch of he.
Glancing here about's as if in a fairyland we'll be.
Forever framed in a dream
A dream of peace of understanding a dream of love.
Moments like these are rare, so rare indeed
Like precious elements grains of sand,
Like a momentous explosion fusing together, like an infusion of love.
The rhythm set by nature is all that's needed day and night, night and day
But we're always in a rush..no time to stand and stare.
Running running around like demented soulless beings.
Please stand still for I am looking at you, no one listens no one hears.
No one understands the meaning of those undecipherable words
And so the journey goes on.
For we are on a journey, a journey of discovery.
As the train pulls away sounding its whistle, 
Letting them know we're on our way.
Faces familiar faces known to most.
Some unfamiliar faces telling their own stories
And some in muted silence.
The magic journey going through darkness and light,
Through different time zones as it arrives, to a sudden halt,
To the loneliness place on earth, that station was.
But I am no one special..yet am someone.
Must be somewhere nowhere in search of a different meaning of life and love.
As the train came to a sudden halt, that's precisely how it started again.
Suddenly we got moving again.
Without any warning, the sky's opened its floodgates,
An almighty clap of thunder fork lightning shook the whole earth
As if it's tumbling on its own axis.
Particles fragmentations of a primitive naked earth.
In its ageless light, the moon and stars above.
There's always a meaning to unanswered questions
Being written some place somewhere.
Like the words of Tagore, this is the first of many,
When a new soul is being born.
Who are you they asked, no answer came
As the years passed on the last day of the last sun.
still asking the question who are you?
There was no answer.
There never would be.

                                          By Connie James 

I Can Smile...

Then suddenly it disperses before me
That golden light that brought light into my eyes
Making me feel like a queen
Now leaving me with darkness within...
Oh, darkness dissipate from me
I want to feel not what am feeling at this precise moment.
I want not tears flowing from my eyes
Need no waterfalls to hide behind it!
I want to feel lightness sparkling within
Lifting that gossamer from my eyes
Now in the times of springtime wanting to live
One moment was feeling the sun's shining in my heart
Only to be left with this infernal feeling at this moment in time
Sadness, I want to feel not,
When the stars disperse from my eyes,
This dragging feeling
With the sun's dissipating from me
I want to crawl hibernating hiding from the world
That leaves me in turmoil psychologically...
Hurrah!!
The suns came back to me my prayer it must have seen
Lifting from me that feeling the greyness from within...
Leaving me with lightness in my mind my heart
That gossamer dispersing from my mind
Now in times of spring
I can smile...

                          By Connie James 

Unforgettable

Unforgettable

The shadows across you face
I should have chased away
I should have...
But like an obstinate stranger emerging from the rain
Contain could not soak through.
Truly unbelievable so.
With the wind gusting the rain without refrain
Standing there taking root as I called your name
Memories intact when I was younger,
Much younger than now
Before my eyes, I realise imaginings so pure
So pure in my mind...
As a poet in  his own world
Going about mesmerised head in the clouds
Pictures before his eyes, real or imaginary
The pictures he paints he paints in his mind
Painting the laughter the love the night
The smell of the pages
Ah he writes his verses his phrases of love
The long road I walk alone my thoughts in disarray
There are shadows as I speak phantoms everywhere
Real or imaginary, is it you or not
Whispering in the darkness of night my phantom and I
Am wondering why
At the other side of midnight finding myself reliving my days my life
Whether he cares or not
In my troubled mind casting asunder
Torn between the man living his poetry
Dragging reliving, whether he cared or not...
In his blood, deep in his mind his crowded mind
He can sleep not
In his mind his verses his words
His phrases awaiting the moment
His soul reaching deeply within
Creating poetry upon poetry
Unaware that he in his dilemma searching home.
He knew not where it should be...
Truely lonesome me on my own without you
Sadness within.
But wherever you go
Your shadow I've crossed
In darkness in semi-awareness in semi-sleep
I can only speak my verses from me to you
When were alone that kiss
Unforgettable.

                    By Connie James.




   

It's Yours

It's Yours

As I look at you with love in my eyes
Drinking the beauty of you
Happy birthday my lovely, just thinking of you
My eyes are yours my lips my mind
Can have never too much of you.
When you're so far from me my hearts constricting
On an oceans wave my hearts riding with you
The ebullient seas swaying dancing indolently
My eyes gazing at you hungrily.
But as I see you coming my way
I have not much to offer,
Except me!
My minds perpetually set on you
As you gaze at me whispering, making love
You put that zing right into me like a thunderbolt
Waiting to strike with all your force
With each unfurling of the sun my eyes so full of you
The gladness of seeing you
Beautiful things happening in my mind
As I reach to touch your mind with mine
My minds irrevocably yours in all my thoughts my way's
But with the rising of the sun
The misty, dawn the grass so heavy with dew,
Knocking on your door
My arms reaching for you to touch to kiss you...
Stars scintillating in my eyes at the sight of you
My eyes drinking the wonder of you
Drinking from that fountain that's you
The spring, that gives, me life whenever I think of you
My eyes drinking from your lips
As I reach to touch your lips with mine
As I reach to touch your visage
Feeling your eyes your mouth with mine
My minds yours!
I see you standing there in all your glory
With the rising of the sun behind you, like a dream.
My mind perpetually obsessively dreaming...looking at you
As I came by singing happy birthday to you...
With the rising of the sun casting like little diamonds
Like a waterfall cascading before me
Mesmerisingly my eyes looking at Thee
All I have and all that I am I give it on to you
And with the stars scintillating in the darkness of my skies
I've gathered for you that falling star that could be me...
And with the moon at half light
Casting shadows in my eyes!
Searching, you be there by my side, won't you!
My eyes that search you everywhere I go
Every face I see, I search Thee.
But this illusion.
Illusively dispersing from me
I can see in your eyes the light
The love's beyond me
But the light dancing in your eyes as I look at you
All that I have and all that I am
It's Your's

                       By Connie James

Spring Has Sprung

Spring Has Sprung

The gloriousness of spring came upon me suddenly
A heavenly music playing in my mind
Attuned I became listening keenly
Feeling my mind my senses levitating
That gossamer that resides within me
Dispersing from my mind my eyes,
Acutely my senses...
Leaving me, feeling living for the moment
In times of spring!
It's like opening a door letting out
The madness the lonely nights,
The darkness in our minds when serotonin is missing.
Of winter nights darkness with the moon half light
Obliterating from my eyes the vision
Leaving me with sadness within !!
Dispersing the stars from my eyes abide I can not!
But on a spring morn such as this
With the sun's shining above
A slight breeze from the wind on my trees
As they dance indolently in the breeze ...
Intermingling with the symphony in my mind
The chorus of the birds in unison singing
A harmonious chorus, filling my mind intoxicatingly
A deep feeling, within like arms surrounding you
That kind of feeling so good as he put his arms around you
Comforting you loving you, nothing like it...
But springs in the air spring has sprung
With a vitality, making me feel alive, I can breathe!!
Dispersing not the light from my eyes
The sun scintillating, wearing its rays like a crown.
And I raise my hands up to the skies
Worshiping that bright star illuminating my way
From the darkness of winter...
Spring times,
Times to be reborn freshly from within
As I witness right there before me
The flowers erupting like a sea of yellow the daffs of spring
Unfurling before my eyes the tender greens
Being reborn.
Young trees its leaves freshly dancing in the breeze
Just like me!
As I awake stretch & breathe!!
Eminently inhaling drinking the beauty before me,
In times, of spring time
Hurrah spring has sprung hurrah...

                           By Connie James


   

I Like He...

Sorry friends this is an epic one!

To be or not to be, that's the question I've asked he!
It says not how many moons ago you came to be.
To be or not to be thirty-six odd years I'd say
I know a nosy little beggar I am,
He did agree, the cheek of he!
But if one asks questions not how's one suppose to learn
About the boy the from across the seas
From distant lands horizons far
Deepest oceans, deep as his big brown eyes  :p
In the distance, you see he, looking into the horizon far
Dreaming away was he
He love's the open seas standing mesmerisingly
By the blueness it's immensity
In picture from, the oceans I send he.
Had I been a hundred years younger
I'd make a b-line for he
So full of fun he seems to be the boy from across the sea's
A kind heart he seems to be
Empathising with those that has less than he!
Really caring as far as I can see
He and I came to be friends a many, moons ago
I became attracted by he
The way he spoke an orator was he the usage of his language
As he fights for those that has less than he!
His name's Ruru, such an unusual name
I like him so full of fun is he...
I can almost see his face as I question he
Question after question might as well be
The Spanish inquisition
But if one asks questions not
How's one suppose to learn about he
A troubled soul's just like me!
Emotionally.
I love he, not in a lascivious way too old for He I'll be.
We're kind of kindred spirits Ru and me!
He'd call a spade a spade, but shovel comes to mind with me
I say what I think and mean what I say
Cringing he must be!
At times rather silly I can be, with the usage of my language
I like the boy from across the seas!!
Last night talking we'd be about everything
From what we eat what, we drink what we dream.
An artist the boy is & will ever be
To paint my doors I've asked he,
With dreamy frescos in the most unusual ways...
Must say surprised that was, me when he agreed,
With me! that he'd paint those doors for me...
But this thought came to me, this vision of the old boy's
Looking disapprovingly
Just like Victoria the Queen of old standing on her pedestal
Not very amused she'd be!
Falling from her perch most indignantly
Her face cracked would be,
But, me!  Thinks she misses her old boy her, love you see
From her life the fun went the day he quit the land, of the living
Now miserable as can be without anyone to play, with she!
But the boy Ru I love him you see,
Not in a lascivious way I say, oh no, no siree!
But, had I been a hundred years younger
I might just have given chase, he'd have not a leg to stand on, you see
The boy with the curly hair and big brown eyes...I believe,
For, I never into his eyes gazed I  :p
This is me dreaming his smile I can see,
As he laughs at my obtusity
For my words, I pick not embarrassingly when I ask of he,
Does he shut his eyes when making love, he'd be
I bet from his perch he'd fallen, laughingly
OMG...I could believe not asking such a question of he.
I laughed and laughed again the pain excruciatingly
Would love to have seen his face the reaction in he...
With He, asking what poison are you using?
He wanted the same as, me my eyes lit up!
You can not! besides, you're too far away from me
Two peas from the same pod we could be,
Pity am a hundred & three
We could kick butt together, with my steel boots I'd be
Oh my, a crock there wouldn't be left in the vicinity
Clashing like titans with the music playing
Bedlam it'll be if Ru and I
Ever were in the same vicinity
But I like he :p
The boy from across the sea's.
                   
                                    By Connie James

Other Side Of Midnight

Other Side Of Midnight

Do not go into the other side of midnight
A chance I have not to close my eyes
Raging against the darkness of the dying light, 
Wise men know not if darkness is right,
In their minds eyes...
Beyond midnight do go not
If stars are in one's eyes
Fighting!
Against the darkness of all times,
In the deepness in their darkest minds.
Do not go into the other side of midnight
Lightning forked words exists, not in their skies
In the lightness of their minds
Go not into the other side of midnight
If there's, stars in your eyes
Brave men weeping waving their last goodbye's
Frailty needs not, means not
If their deeds were not mindful at all times
As they dance by the moonlight, on the fields of green
Holding you close by!
Raging raging in the darkness
Of the dying light
Extinguishing from their eyes.
Go not into the other side of the midnight
If there are stars in your eyes
Witnessing the rising of the sun feral man,
Sang and danced into the light so bright
Grieving they learned not the lateness of,
The stars dispersing from their eyes
Into the other side of midnight do go not,
When the stars are dispersing from your eyes
Hanging from a thread they see men gravely
Eyes blind euphorically in their, minds like
Blazing embers of meteorite's
Like the fire in their blood in their minds dancing gayly
Attempt to go not beyond the midnight hour
If the stars are in your eyes
Raging, raging faith against the darkness of the light
When there's light in the darkness of their nights
Imminently dying, within the light from their eyes
Go not gently into the other side of midnight
If there are  stars in your eyes

                                           
                      By Connie James... 

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What The Hell

What The Hell

Hi there get out of my head
Your playing havoc with my mind
Don't know if am coming or going
Forever on my mind
Since you've noticed me I wondered what the hell
Had to ask the meaning of this poking business
Didn't know what it meant.
Quite frankly thought it rather rude, someone poking you
Was told that was the way to get one's attention
Hi, there am here as you tentatively said hi.
Hello to you too did you spring from paradise,
Or what have you...
Mars, you said what about you...
I sprang from Venus...
It's a place from outer space far, far away.
Beyond infinity as they say...
But you my lovely have no business in poking me
For you look quite young don't you see
Tried to put you off to discourage you.
But why bordering with me...
For there's so many girls out there for you to befriend you see
If you just want a friend then am your girl
Nice to have friends from near and far
So Mr appreciative you have a taste for poetry.
You think there's magic in my words.
So just listen to me.
But You still haven't said what interests you
Or is it a secret you won't share with me
There's a whole world out there don't you know.
That world for you for me and everyone out there
Can't you see...
So come out of your shell and join the human race
For you won't always be young and that'll be a disgrace
So Mr Appreciative you have a taste for poetry
My dear Mr appreciative come out into this world
That's beautiful and free!....              

                                 By Connie James...
                                    

Spring Time

Sun shining through my window
It's a bright beautiful morn,
The sun's coming out to play so, gay  
There's a symphony in the air a chorus
The little birds singing so sweetly
Lifting the mood somewhat, so nice hearing the birds singing
On my trees the mirrored glass hanging here and there
Casting by the sun's reflexion like all the colours of a rainbow,
Dancing in the breeze.
There, the gold's the reds blues the greens,
The golds just like the sun fully blown,
Blindingly as you watch the birds as they feed,
And me chasing the squirrels away as they try to sneak in
So clever they are you can see their brains ticking
How to solve the problem to get to that feeder
Like acrobats, they'll be trying to reach that morsel much desired
They've such a cheek, I throw them a nut or two
Excitedly they run feeling up their cheeks
Then burying the blooming lot, what a cheek
The bamboo canes swaying in the breeze mesmerising watching them
As they bend majestically,  as they dance indolently
At the very bottom of my garden, I placed a mirror there
And there's a bird keep tip tapping away there
His reflexion he can see on the other side
It's mate it thinks it must be, so excited is he
His own reflexion mistakenly...
The Daffodils about such a sight to see right there before your eyes
A carpet of yellow stretching as far as one can see
Lifting one's spirits a hundred fold
I love the times of Spring
The snowdrops the crocuses the primroses the Hyacinths too
It's a time of changes from a forlorn winter
To a time to be reborn, the catkins you can see like little tails.
The freshness of leaves the tender greens
Erupting before our eyes,
I so love the times of Spring
Hurrah, it's Spring time.
Spring's here...

By Connie James...

Why He Moves Me!

Why He Moves Me

How tired he looked sitting there
I just wanted to make him feel good
That glint in his eyes, the mischievousness there!
His facial hair, He looked divine.
It's his birthday today, love to see him smile...
I could feel his breath on my hair like a whisper
As he held me closer I saw that light in his eyes
Was surprised, by the feeling evoking from the depths of me
I held him closer so close to me the feeling like a dopamine
Euphorically, I'd say
My mind irrevocably, in ecstasy, I wondered
If anyone could see us in unison
We needed no clever moves
Our body's as one, swaying,
Just dancing just feeling the music.
He's a great mover,
We danced cheek to cheek
Slowly,  feeling the music.
No one else but us on that dance floor swaying
As far we were concerned, we had eyes for no other
Our minds some other dimension we fitted so well
Gliding on a cloud
Our body's, so close a light you could see not
Between us...
As he sang when I saw the love light in your eyes
I thought the world held nought but joy for me!
I knew not this song, or indeed heard the words before.
Ingrained in my memory it stayed for all time...
We held tightly as one, there was nought in our minds
Loving was there for us
Clasping his hand in mine such a great feeling
As I looked into his eyes!
But if love's, disperses from my eyes I'll die!
Taking that feeling with me...
Reaching to touch his face, his eyes gazing at me
On tip toe, I kissed his lips, just in case I was dreaming.
I could feel the beating of his heart right against mine
Finally, we made love, he was all mine.
As I kissed his eyes his lips to his fingertips,
A thought came to me that he really wasn't, mine to love you see!
Anguish within me painful excruciatingly shooting right through me
Tears spilling freely what's the matter with me!
For I loved he!
I loved, he whilst I had the chance,
But in my heart, I knew it wouldn't happen again
How I'd love to keep him close so close to me
But one mustn't be greedy I held him tightly in my arms
As if my time was over, no tomorrows for me!
Tomorrow would never come again,
As far as I could see!
I loved gazing deeply into his eyes
Retaining the memories that once in my lifetime
I loved abandonly, I kissed every inch of he
Ingraining in my mind his visage
The very visage of he
As he lay in repose just after making love, did we
I loved the look of he!
We fitted so well just so, but it wasn't to be
My man and me...
Daylight we saw not at all, otherwise much too busy
Even in this glorious day as the sun shone above
A perfect, perfect day just for making love...
And the birds came out to play as if they sang of love
Remembering, I hear him, say,
But at that moment in time, I saw and heard nought, nothing.
But he whispering away as I saw you on the village green
Wonder what He meant
But my eyes so full of him
My heart constricting thinking I could not
I cared not, I cared not anything
Why he moves me so!
I know not...

                               By Connie James...










   

I Sigh.

I sigh

Thunderstruck, through the night
As we kissed and held tight hitting us that storm was.
By my windowpane, I stand as my earth shook on me
As if my world has fallen from its axis, my world tumbling on me
I held on to you for a moment or two held you close so close
I could sense the scent of you slowly I inhaled that muskiness in you
I could feel your whispered breath across my cheek
I held on feeling,  your lips with mine
Your hair fleeting in the breeze you face, so calm composed
Smiling I tried as I looked at you was terrified
But you recited your verses of poetry
Before my world-shakingly took the breath of me
Like two shadows we stood, we were lost in time, lost for words
As our shaking world came tumbling down on us
But you held me close so close,
I could feel the beating of your heart like a drum.
In between the crossed lines and the seas coming through
We were soaked through to the skin...
A madness veering between you and me
Our world vibrating tumbling around us
And I screaming maniacally
You laughed as I held you tight
Searching your lips
I found you searching mine, kissing me...
Destruction all around us at this moment in time...
Shivering, through right through
As that bolt of lightning nearly struck you.
Taking fright running wild taking your hand in mine before the waters rushed in
By the lighthouse, there was no one about that strobe of lightning near us
We held on touch and touched again as our worlds downing, on us.
The desperation in our eyes our blood's on fire burning our skins were
An unfinished picture dispersing before our eyes, the artist was
Stagnantly lead like our feet hardly could run not...
Stuck we were in the dug boat
The sound from a conch shell the fisherman  a calling us
Once again lightning illuminating our body's naked,
Might as well have been...
Winds ferociously upon us
The oceans high across I held on to him as he kissed me
Between the darkness, the wind's upon us the earth our world!
Our primitive world our earth-shaking tumbling down on its axis
Holding on to each other making love for a tomorrow we had not
Wild love the abandonment, the desire within us.
As our worlds came crashing, down
The last spoken word in our primitiveness,
Hardly a word,
Just a sigh...

                      By Connie James.














         

Peace Of Mind...

Good Morning My World!
Have a great day come whatever may.
May the sunshine on you, bringing brightness into your eyes
And laughter into your heart with those that you love
Love unconditionally must be, 
Preconditions in love, there should not be
Whether in friendship or lovers love.
If one loves, one loves unconditionally
With one's whole being,
It matters not if one deserves such love
Be it love between siblings love amongst friends, can be a great love
Understanding our aberrations faults, for we're an infallible lot  
Our friends there matters not if we see them such a lot
Lend a shoulder to cry, or not a pair of arms to hug
Whether we can help or not open arms say's such a lot
If love lives in our hearts...
And laughter exudes from our eyes
AS we laugh such a lot, laughter's inherently in us
We know each other's faults,
Angels, we are not we whoopee such a lot
The ridicule in us, we love laughter
And love, between us pre-conditional is not...
But our hearts breaks such a lot if our friends their not
Or just one-sided they can be,
Or expecting such a lot from us
Friendship should be, you take all of me, as I'm...
Not moulding me into some other entity,
That would be not me!
Why do we have such faith, building new friendships, or not
Do we expect such a lot! of, course they know us not...
We know them not from Adam.
Of course some of us more f..ked up than others...
I need not anyone f..king up with my mind!
If am free not to speak my mind, you've lost the plot...
Minds and such,  particular thinking,
Peculiar thoughts weaving through, my mind...
But my soul needs brightness, lighting my eyes,
Love song and dance ever after, lifting that gossamer from my mind
Families, the worst can be,
Expecting too much of you, judging you...
Even those with a brain not
Not an original thought condoning you...
Admonishing you, that you dared voicing, your thoughts
My thoughts disperse I can not, they're in the regions of my mind,
My mind will reason not turbulent or not cares not!
Calling me mad or not, of course, am furious mad with anger
I could throttle your lot...
Put down I'll be not for I'll fight with my whole being, such a lot
There are no preconditions when coming down.
To my peace of mind...

                                 By Connie James

Forage Through.

Forage Through

Softly, falling through the night raining without refrain
Standing there in silhouette wasn't sure,
Why would you! was sure not if it was you
The shadows within my mind, unfocused...
Silence permeates within me,
The darkness of midnight the shadows awaiting you
Can help not but think of you
Sitting waiting for you, the loneliness of that station is true
By the sea shore, I waited for you
Into, turbulent water's I dived emerging through
The lighthouse shedding it's light
As I stand there with you,
Reaching, touching your face the light falling upon you
Looking into your eyes am afraid it's true
The distances between us not so great for you for me.
But you must want to want it too
Those fishing boats on the shore
You can hear the night song
Just like a nightingale vibrantly so pure...
With garlands on your head, sailing away from me
Your hair wisp, whispering in the breeze...
In horizons far distant shores
Horizons, to reach faces to see,
Memories in the depths  of my mind
Of you coming through the darkness into the light
In truth, I can see you there floating in the breeze your hair
That sound whispering all around you.
When the moon's high above
Your eyes searching mine the very depths of me
Your lips soft just as I knew they'd be,
Your hands reaching out for me
Between the light the darkness of the night, where, touch!
Your incandescent touch remains burning within my mind
Transcending into love, that night! wondering.
Was it really you and me there for all to see.
In the quietness of the night
From the deepest oceans I came through
Your skin your body I can feel every sinew.
With the pit, a patter of the rain
We had no choice but taking shelter,
And the night was there for you & me
Thunder lightning strobing through, making you feel uneasy.
The blue light just before that thunderbolt past you
The striking lightning above,
Believing I could not forget, in pain,
Nakedly we forage through...

By Connie James

Valentines Day

On this day of days being valentines day 
Whether one believes or not in love and romance 
I guess such a day, comes to remind us that loves inherently within us 
Whether we like it or not love comes playing havoc with our minds
Receptive or not love comes to sting like a bee, hurting us
Until one day that fluttering butterfly extricating itself
From that chrysalis that was us...
Love in our eyes our hearts our minds, insanely driving us
In a world we knew not nor will ever have known
A world of pain and desire and lust ever after
Our minds immune from thinking, reasoning as love knocks on our door's
Imminently, the stars in our eyes, scintillating before our eyes
When that first kiss liberating us lifting that gossamer from our minds
Our minds that knew not such feelings residing within us
Gazing into their eyes, as if the sun's penetrating in our hearts
When love's first, time hits us like that thunderbolt,
Thunderstruck tumbling low from our skies,
And we can't sleep not eat not, love's in our minds...
But what's love?
But a uniting of hearts, that soul mate right there before your eyes
Thinking sleeping dreaming eating drinking the love light in their eyes
That if you're lucky enough, it'll last for all times
Into infinity and back, when love resides in their eyes
When loves in bud unfurling like a beautiful butterfly
When theirs stars in our eyes...
Have a great day everyone...
Keep the stars in your eyes...Burning.

Himan...

Thanks awfully you beautiful man
I've had an extreme sweet morn, just thinking of you
Did my shopping did the cooking
The hoovering,  not as yet but will do...
It's, so hot, dilapidating pushing a hoover in front of me!
Meanwhile, you're in my thoughts
Thinking that music upload, I could not for you
Just wanted to make you feel relaxed at peace in your mind
Sitting down shutting your eyes let the music wash over you
Before sleep calmly sit unwind the stresses of your day
Your favourite music softly playing away
Unwinding, as you breathe, softly through your nose
Exhaling out, through your mouth
Counting the beats of your heart, slowing down
As you sit meditating the music washing over you
Such a sweet feeling as the night breeze calling to you
It's time to lay your head and sleep, sleep like a baby...
And one of these days I'll just let you be
She might just be round the bend, don't you see
Have a very good night, sleep well sleep tight
Sweet dreams!

                           By Connie James.

On My Pedestal

Tired, feeling out of zing, the sack I must hit
The decorator will be bright and early, mustn't wait
A week of upheaval, which I must say I abhor,
Before the weeks out I'll be pulling out my hair.  

Patience is a word I recognize not
A ratbag, at times that's me,
Waiting for silence, to descending upon me
Music much too loud & I in despair he's as deaf as can be. 

Naff of, why doesn't he go & make his chamomile tea
Just leaving me in peace ...to do a bit of writing
Think I can not whilst he's faffing with his paper
Why waiting for me, just go to bed you see 

Aren't you coming to bed tonight says he
An exasperated look I throw him my patience running
The man of the house, I am tired of being
What kind of baby is he cant go to bed without me!

Trying to keep control, on my explosive nature
Or they'll be fireworks I'll explode...volcanic like
A few expletives from me if you don't just naff off & let me be!
At last silence permeates, oh sweet peace, exudes within me  

Silence is golden, even the birds have gone to sleep
Without interruptions my brain, at last, can think,
His slave he thinks I am, won't you get me this that or the other                                                         God gave you hands and feet don't you know!....    

Why don't you use them why on the little woman depending...
You'll benefit, you know even feel proud...                                                                               Jacqueline of all trades she's tired of it, on my pedestal, I'd like to be.                                                 Falling, of my perch, am tired, won't you say?     

                            
                                     By Connie James