ANGEL Á.O.M.

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FIRST GOD AND THEN TOM HANKS HES MY FAVORITE MOVIE ACTOR AND THEN THE WONDERFUL AND AMAZING JOHN RITTER FROM THREES COMPANY WHO RECENTLY PASSED AWAY:( OF COURSE MY FAVORITE ARTIST LUDGEROA WHISPER OF NAME Such a whisper of name shall i descend into the warmth of bosom with heart felt embrace in rekindle form. Sound of mind i disperse body and soul to depths which cannot deny the softness of touch to tender breath upon physical flesh. Explore you will as i in turn for the final shall be two minds at rest. Hair of chestnut, eyes of amber pierce deep to what lay for heart pounce upon hand shall relinquish the truth of soul. Forget not what lay in spirit but also of tears upon reminder to heart which emits cries that linger deep for return to one so close yet untouchable by protocol of other who blinds the site of gentle mist that carries our touch. Move within winds we must as change beckons us all to stations of life unconscious a step to somewhere yet nowhere. Creation of others shall come to observe and surrender to necessity yet with the mind's eye forever turned to past in mist of time where hearts wait forever to capture what once lay in such trust and assurance to secure the softness of hearts once gained. * WRITTEN BY LUDDGERO :) **** I Am by Skyfyre I am ... A woman With a full heart, hidden Somewhere in an empty room ... With eyes not quite of autumn's gold, and yet Neither all of summer's green; I wonder ... If love is a tale made for children -- A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence -- A honey-coating to help their throats Choke down the bitter draught ... I hear ... A voice that whispers warnings, half-formed, Bodiless as hope, until I swear I cannot draw Another breath unless this spectre be unmasked, His lies mangled ‘neath my righteous tread; I see ... A woman, proud, uncompromising, Diaphanous as air -- less, even, than the tears That fall in desolation about her weary feet, Salt poison pooled upon the withered ground ... I want ... A measure of quietude, a certain silence, The echo of alone which heals me of dreaming, The nothing that stills the wanting, The numb, the cold that laughs at pain; I am A woman, hidden ... I pretend ... That I can live forever -- that Time Has no puissance but that which I afford Him -- And so, I can wait, I can be happy tomorrow, Sleep is for the dead; but its ghosts haunt my waking ... I feel ... Too much -- too deeply to be directionless, Too real for imagining, and yet the familiar eyes Hold nothing of recognition -- only my reflection -- A meeting of shadows in sunlit glass; I touch ... The downy wings of hope, in wonder, In reverence, in need, in hunger; Alas, it burns my fingers as a flame, A sacrilege, self-defined ... I worry ... That I am alone; that in my longing I have forsaken all -- but oh, what reward, What smile divine should light the path to freedom -- And how can I but heed the siren's call? I cry ... For having too much, for fear of bursting, And then, when by the pouring of my soul I lie, a vessel emptied, I cry again For what was had, and lost; I am A woman, empty ... I understand That life is what you make it, That sometimes, the coat of many colors That marks your triumphs brightly, blends only To loneliest of grey ... I say That we are made by life, shaped, Broken, perhaps -- unmade and voided -- But always, the core of us remains, waiting With only faith, with trust, to be reborn; I dream Of bluest waters, reaching With unnatural hands toward the faded sky, Of dolphins that wander in seas without limits, Carrying me water-breathing past corals and clouds ... I try ... To lead by example, knowing That merely the telling holds no power; A gift of giving is merely a day, while A gift of knowing spans forever; I hope ... That my darkness holds you gently, That pain is halved by sharing, that feeling Wields nothing past the words it summons, Except that it touch you with only healing ... I am A woman, only. *** * * * * * Womens Intuition We know what we want, when we want And we're not afraid to ask When we find, we we're right all along We relish and in the moment we bask Call it women’s intuition Anything you desire Women are more intelligent than men Women are so much higher Women control their lives We are strong and so not weak We can tell when you men are lying From just the way you speak We always have a comeback For anything you say We will always win the fight We'll never back away So don't forget to bow To any women you meet And try not to boys Wolf whistle at us in the street * * * * * * * * * Find Your Thankful Self Sometimes you feel you're nothing at all, And that's all you'll ever be. You study all your defects; An empty life is all you see. Instead of looking at what you haven't got, Seeing only what you lack, Focus on your blessings, And get right back on track. There are many good things about being you; Count them one by one. Your life has lots of comforts, While others, they have none. Many people have it much, much worse Yet they have happiness. They take joy in little things They're thankful, though they have less. Lift your spirits up right now; Get out of that depression. Find your thankful self, And give it full expression. Find the joy in little things; Focus on fun and laughter. See life's blessings all around, And live happily ever after! *