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LanieRose
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Name: Elaine
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Riverside
Birthday: 8/5/1974
Interests: God, Poetry, Literature, Art, Music, Old Westerns, Old Musicals, Dance, Dance, Dance, Life.
Expertise: Hmmm...me thinks me knows something...
Message: message me
AIM:  TheLanieRose
Member Since:
4/13/2004
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| Dreamt of you again last night
Holding me tight
The strength of your arms
Wrapped around my heart
I can't contain these thoughts
My brain is wracked with memories
I hear a song and that night is replayed
Ay Chico, wish you knew
The turmoil within caused by you
Wish I could explain these feelings within
Mooring me back to you
My heart is shipwrecked on your isolated island
My emotions are raging against the single palm tree
That sits in the center, splitting you off from me
Does this even make any sense to you?
I wonder if you could see the turmoil
like a picture on the movie screen
Would it make you change your scene?
Move you closer to loving me?
What are these thoughts I'm spewing?
Am I in love with you or just in lust?
Wish I could release the emotions
Fully imerse myself in being me, without you, trust
That there is one just for me...somewhere, somewhere...
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| Feelings are worked over
Warmed over
Glossed over
Fought over
Cried over
I'm over these emotions
That run rampant
Like a flooding river
Crashing a new course
Pulling up the rooted memories
The long standing trees
Of who I used to be | | |
| Loving
My mind is all aflutter with images of you
Kissing me gently as the morning sun glistens on the dew
The fresh cut grass is gently swaying to the pulsing of my heart
As you softly touch my cheek with the back of your hand
Do you know the emotions you unravel
As you smile gently at me?
Have you any idea of the travels
My mind is wont to take?
These moments are so precious, I’ve known so few before
I long for a moment longer, as you turn to walk out the door
You leave me in the present, but rest amongst my illusions
Of our life in future 3-D…memories are played over
Like favorite movie DVD’s, snippets of conversation
Rise up to meet the scene
How I long to kiss your lips again, sweet lover of mine
How I long to hold you close again, breathe in your scent and find
That sense of home, of comfort, I find only in your arms…
Wouldst that I could live there ever constant, not have to say goodbye
Whilst the sunlight dances off your windshield as you pull away
Though you’re gone a while, your scent lingers longer
As I close my eyes to the sunlight, but absorb the light within
I dance against the breeze…this memory so sweet
I never knew love could be so freeing
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| I felt the breeze call my name today
as I stepped out of the house,
into the bright sunny day
I looked over at my car and felt the sway
to turn around and face the other way
I glanced over my shoulder and saw the mountain rearing there
the breeze was laughing it's way to the top
always calling me to follow in it's steps
I wavered for a moment, then turned and took a step
the breeze lifted up a joyful song and I felt myself caught up
the springiness in my step was buoyed by the breeze
I'm sure of it, I am
I ran for the trail and staggered my way a bit
then turned again, and saw my car sitting below
unsure if I should continue on, the breeze softly caressed my face
and I knew I had to finish the day, but the breeze came first
the car could wait, as could the cares of the day
how often did I take the moment to chase the breeze?
to follow this old heart's dreams?
I kept on a bit, pressing ever upwards, slower now
as I came to the tip
there I stood, looking down at the world
and I realized I had reached something
when I stepped from the house, at first this morning
my life was on hold, till I could find something
as I gazed out over the landscape below
I realized I'd found what had been lost
the most important thing for carrying on
I breathed it in deep, closed my eyes for a bit
then slowly returned to the life that I lived
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| The emerald velvet hills roll into one another
the crystalline sky slopes steeply behind
the golden orb sits low upon the velvet carpet
that covers the deep brown earth
A sound is heard, piercing the beauty
with determination and anger
a refusal to lay down to a complacent life
the sound echoes, bouncing off of the sky
I know this cry, it sounds from these lips
as I careen over the mountains to the battle below
the valley is laid open, the bodies are strewn
the life blood poured out, coloring the green to glossy black
These lips have cried, have screeched their song
the determination to live--to live out loud
I will not yield my life to death, to a smug existence
I will not lay down to 'normalcy' whatever that means
These legs are pumping, as they slide down the hill
my arms are waving to frighten the enemy
I'll not leave this battlefield until the enemy is gone
I'll walk off it with others who echo this cry, the cry for life
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