Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 49

Eyes full of darkness

No I would probably look closer, more information to obtain
I might want to try to support you in your struggle to survive
To try to hold a mirror to the you, behind the pain in your life
I would maybe want to demonstrate the power of beliefs 
Particularly those negatives that can become life’s thief
I would look for signs, that you could love yourself
A must to heal that pain, to transend the past ,Imbuded with darkness 
No competition to attain.

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Watch “Alison Krauss – Losing You” on YouTube

Thinking thoughts a little deranged

Feeling the surges of passion exchanged

Thinking the thoughts a little deranged

Warm waves  wash over me

Errupting feelings I didn’t foresee

Wanting to surrender and lose control

Allowing the feelings to take over me

Sending me reeling to ecstasy

Eternal Dream

The bubble has been burst

Will that be the worst

Life gets in the way

Almost every day

Changes put a strain 

On relationships normal chain

He/she can make you sad

Also make you mad

Love is but a guide

You cannot run and hide

What is this nebulous thing

The emotion that pulls our string

Attraction, sex and lust

May well just go bust

The underlying theme

That makes our eternal dream

Is a perfect symbiosis 

With absolutely no neurosis

Its a rare and perfect beast

Easy to become deceased.

Using big words

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Leave my heart behind

Now we have started

This sweet seductive game

I think the rules 

we somehow, need to exclaim 

If we just, play it by ear

We will be hurt I fear

Not to think, of  ground rules

Is the fools path to hell

I need to feel the power of your  body

I want to explore your mind

I want you to thrill me hotly

To explore each other, a sexual incline

I need to know you want me

I need you as a devotee 

But don’t use the word love

Unless it’s truly true

Never off the cuff as a convenient bluff 

Now we have started 

This sweet seductive game

With a relationship full of lust

 I know that  that it’s  all insane

Just don’t promise  me the moon and stars

Just a a single tryst with trust.

I need you to explore my body 

Electrify my mind

Just leave my heart behind.

What sort of day are you creating?

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Uniqueness

What is it, about our uniqueness,

Should it exist?

 Is it seen as a weakness,

To be burnt away, like mist,

Our spark and our idiosyncrasies,

Does society want us to conform,

Join the herd, act in ways that please,

Step in line, stay within the norm,

What is it about, your uniqueness,

That I celebrate and applaud,

Your honesty, drive and genius,

Your flaws I also laud,

What is it, about my uniqueness,

That I cherish and nurture,

The me that exists, that’s not seamless,

My drive for happiness, still a searcher,

Our spark and idiosyncrasies,

Should be cherished,

They are the oil and the antifreeze,

That fuel creativity, not see it perished.

Feet

I quite like feet,

I think they are kind of neat,

If you believe in birth signs,

There might be a link,

Pisces like feet I think,

They should be our heroes,

 In praise they get zeros,

They carry our weight,

Though they are a part, we might hate,

As erogenous zones go,

For many, they are a no go,

Sucking toes  seems to induce shudders,

Not of desire, but outrage in others,

Poor little feet,

Can be quite sweet,

OK they can pong,

That is very wrong,

But still I have to repeat,

I quite like feet.