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Father George Schoener (1864 -1941)
"Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain, the getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-lust of intentional indifference.
--Robert Creeley"
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Dalton Anthony
My page was created so that all of you wonderful women could gain greater exposure for your own artistic and creative endeavors through networking and friendship and although my page is, rest assured, painted with some of my poetry and stories which I bravely share, those poems and stories are just some of the shades and hues which encompasses the beauty that I see through the eyes of the world, which dances and beams inside each and everyone of you who have been selected as Angels of the Blue Rose.
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"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."
Teddy RooseveltWelcome To The Official Page Of~I'm a Poet NOT a Photographer and these are my friends.Oh For God Sake Just Kiss Me~"Man tries to make for himself in the fashion that suits him best a simplified and intelligible picture of the world; he then tries to some extent to substitute this cosmos of his for the world of experience, and thus to overcome it. This is what the painter, the poet, the speculative philosopher, and the natural scientists do, each in his own fashion. Each makes this cosmos and its construction the pivot of his emotional life, in order to find in this way peace and security which he can not find in the narrow whirlpool of personal experience."
Albert EinsteinAnything I create I create with love.
One of the best ways to express admiration is by sharing our time without reservation because, as we all know, time itself is truly priceless. Our lives are filled with so many other things which take up our time that quite often life becomes a blur, and far to often, we don't take the time to truly," stop and smell the roses," as they say, and still more often then not, we forget to take the time to thank Mother nature herself for the gifts of her glorious unchained beauty. Time given in a positive Light filled with warm wishes is absolutely the best way of sending good Karma from one soul to another.
Thank You For Every Moment That I've Felt Alive.
But Still Perhaps,I Never Really Lived.
And My Life Has Been Nothing But My Own Personal Haunting Nightmare.
Where Few Fully Understand The Pain Within My Screams.
And Even Less Are Truly Brave Enough To Honestly Stand Beside Just Me.Just to see you smile~*~Something More~*She was always knew she was special~
Even as a very young girl~
She always knew there was something different about her~
Maybe something more~
At times in her life she wondered~
If she would ever really fit in~
Even though she always blended so well~
With all the other pretty wounded flowers~
Pressed against the party wall~
"Safety there,"~
She thought as she sipped~
Almost spilling her burning hot drink~
Not being too noticed,along with the unseen~
Until she felt just a little more then safe~
More like a Queen~
Then and only then would she let expose~
Just a small part of who she had hidden inside~
The inner most part of her hearts remarkable dreams~
As if she was peering at the world~
From behind vertical white ivory drapes~
When she was ready, when she was more then brave~
She would spread them open slowly, very extra wide~
And she would be amazed at how life reacted~
When she touched it, when she moved it~
When it came so very alive~
It was dangerous having such feelings she thought~
Almost as if it was somehow subversive in nature~
Maybe even a crime~
"One must never be in awe," she thought~
As she felt the steamy liquid trickle past her lips~
She remembered times she thought she almost touched~
Both the wonder and the glory~
Only later to find loves promise~
Was only male false bravado~
Savage slight from even more savage hand~
This is when it hurt the most~
When the emptiness burned still more~
Then the salty tears she could still taste~
She felt less when she retreated behind her drapes~
Behind the laughter she sometimes always used~
Like her own personal medicine mask~
Something left her heart when she did this~
Like a child who was given a brand new box of crayons~
But was more then afraid to open them~
For fear of them breaking quickly~
Their colors might bleed all over her tiny delicate hands~
She could hear the birds singing softly~
They sounded quite pretty but still~
It wasn't really her song~
She could hear some of the men around her whispering~
Callous hands ready to over take~
Never alone in a world of prying hungry eyes~
And never lonely really~
In the sea of men she was almost lost in~
But they almost to the letter~
Wanted only to disrobe her in the end~
It was they would wore their own disfigured disquises~
They came,they took leaving nothing~
But the shattered bits of her broken still heart~
Then her pain would take over once again~
"Something more,"~
She whispered as she tilted her head~
Against the warmth of late summer breeze~
She felt her own words echo like thunder back~
Rush past her delicate ear~
"Something more"~
Deeper in meaning almost like a painting~
A person could walk through then run like a child within~
Almost to the very end~
A place where crayons never lose their colors~
And loves gift remains always forever brilliant~
She waited as if she had waited all her life for just the right time~
The right place where she could even dare~
Ask the questions she endlessly dreamed~
She shifted quietly in her chair trying not to stare~
At the people around her moving~
Who also silently screamed~
One tiny tear fell~
As she felt the years slip quietly away~
Into her very tiny little cup while she whispered~
"Something more"~
Maybe more colors, more rainbows, more stars~
Maybe just love~By*~Dalton Anthony~* aka ~Trinity Inflames~*footnote*When a poem or a dream touches a person deeply enough, it can sometimes create a certain magic inside the heart, and it's because of this magic, that these same emotions which were once chained away and almost forgotten, are now unleashed, and those old emotions and memories are once again allowed to roam free within our most secret and vulnerable heart sighs so brilliantly that the hidden soul now becomes enriched by what it felt at a time in it's life which it once saw as only a memory that it now recalls so vividly because of the emotions in ink that were inspired and then taken inside our own lives like sweet wine with only our most simplistic, honest and compassionate emotions, which brought our heart's mind to a place where we feels safe in the knowledge that someone beside ourselves understands what we may have felt, feel or even seen in ourselves or even in others, with our very own eyes, at the exact time when we once froze inside our minds just a taste or a scent, an embrace, or a kiss, a love, or even the times when we felt lost or abandoned, neglected or even afraid.
And it's in those rare very special times when what we felt or feel is recalled, as if it was only yesterday, that even the most beautiful eyes begin to softly rain.
"Tears are the thank you notes to the soul; love is the gift."
So tell me then how does it feel to do so much good for so many, all the while knowing that you are still capable of doing so much more.
Something More.
As you said.
“Tempting.â€
But then you know all this..
As for me I'm not really that bright.
Just way too much Heart.
And I think to myself without smiles or tears..
How would we know if we were truly really alive?
Thank You For Your Emotions..
Even In The Rain~Dalton AnthonyKing of The Blue Rose~King of The Barbarians~Lost Amidst The Darkness~
Found Within Glories Shimmering Golden Light~
Surrounded By Endless Gripping Pain~
Sheltered By Ethereal Eternal Loves Mighty Flame~
Heated Cloak At Strike Midnight~
Ringing Last Bell Tolls The Fatal~
Dreamer of Velveteen Desires~
Filled Leather Enchanting Dreams~
Ravenous Rabid Hunter Awake Again~
Once More It's Time To Bleed ~
Silent Twilight Against Satin Rusty Unholy Iron Bars~
Thunderous Spirit Filled Night Vision Dancer~
Between Silver Inspiring Stars~
New Moon Morning Breaks Sunrise~
Screams His Lost Spectacular Name~
Walking Alone Through Cities~
In Searing Burning Pain Loveliness Inflames~
Covered By Love’s Eternal Scalding~
Bloody Passionate Wild Fires Ablaze~
Memories Swirl Against Him As Soul Mates Run~
Tempestuously Inside His Black And Blue Minds Eye~
Freezes Him Somewhere Inside Unforgiving Time~
Still His Faith Guides Him Like A Champion Like A Warrior~
Like a Satan Made Sinful Man~
Icy Wind Whispers His Name Luring Him Lusting Him~
Lavishing His Loves Haunting Still Born Open Soul~
Sultry Steamy Mist Burning Rain Soaks Him~
Eats Him Whole Still Alive~
Savor Lovers Sting Untouched Lips Kissed~
In Mortal Longing Vain~
Countless Souls Nurtured Countless Souls Reborn~
Fearing the Known While Demanding The Unknown~
With Each Piece Of His Own Shattered Blood Stained~
Crimson Red Heart New Loving Life Given Freely~
In Each Still Remembered Still Treasured Still Cherished~
Still Hated As They Loved~
Drifting Along His Souls Hope Filled~
Tender Cherub Rugged Sighs Impish Smiles~
Like Sweet Perfumed Lavender Angels~
Flowing Ghosts Eerie~
This Was His Life Yet He Was Always~
More Then Just Dead~
Ladies In Waiting With Wonder~
With Enraptured Seduction~
Still He Hears Them Gently Calling~
King of Kings Ti Amour Mi Amour~
Come Please Take Me Love Me Fly Us Forever Away~
Fabric Of His Soul The Women Inside His Masterful Favor~
Knew Better Then Mistakenly Doubt~
The Power Of His Holy Love~
Yet the Scorn Would Always Scream~
As They Banged Against His Heart's Very Door~
King Of The Barbarians I Pray You Just Bleed~
Even Those Souls Whose Scorn He Tasted~
Held His Love Safe Within Their Own Fury~
While They Tore Off Lacy Blouse Pleated Skirt~
Silky Soft Garments They Wore Underneath~
Exposing Ripe Souls For His Thirsty Heart's Feast~
Voluptuous Bodies In Sweaty Dewy Lustful Carnal Heat~
Ravage Us With Your Passions Your Visions Your Endless Dreams~
My King Never Fade Away Stay Now Let The World Spin Away~
So Many Faces,So Many Immeasurable Smiles~
So Many Tear Drops Fell,Like A Dark Ocean In Tempest Rage~
High Cheek Bones Lips Cherry Red Intellect Creaming Charms~
Soulful Eyes Enchanted Roaring Etched Within His Mind~
Pleading Like Diamonds Like Thunder In Frigid Cold Dead Winter~
Devour Us Whole On Flower Bed Against Rocky Wall~
Make Us Whole Again~
So Many Pleading Eyes Burning Inside Him Swirling~
Like Bright White Flashing Flicker Flames Yearning~
Now He Was More Then Just Blind Yet Could See More Once Again~
The Majestic The Magnificent The Divine~
All Inside Lover's Honest Great Ruby Red Chalice~
Being Misunderstood By Stone Legions Of The World~
Comprehended By Those Who Truly Understood His Indestructible Love~
All In This Was His Life’s Greatest Paradox ~
Which Drew His Own Name In His Own Very Blood~
Exchanging Souls Is Such An Exhausting Endeavor~
When Some Took Even Much More Then What Was Really Offered~
Still Others Fell Against Delicate Chemise Knees~
Laying Their Souls Inside His Mighty Impressionable Time Worn Hands~
Worth Any Price He Knew When Each Saw At Last~
Rainbow's Colorful Treasured End~
And Yet He Wondered As They Fed Him Kissed Him~
Drunk From His Lover's Well~
Why Some Could Never Really See~
Through His Own Blood Soaked Smiles~
The Man And The Master~
The Romantic And Loves Singer~
The Pain The Beastly Beauty~
The Unquestionable Lover As Well As The Friend~
*~The White Magic~*
Inside Just Human Me~
It's The World Which Spins Faster Each And Every Day~
Just Not Me Never Me~
*~Dalton Anthony~*"Tis a rare soul whose spirit gets magically into the heart of a woman; this soul leaves behind them something more real and warmly personal than bodily presence, an ineffable and eternal thing. It is everlasting life touching us as something more than a vague, recondite concept. The sound of a great name dies like an echo; the splendor of fame fades into nothing; but the grace of a fine spirit pervades the places through which it has passed, like the haunting loveliness of mignonette."Featured Artist Sarah KlarenA Truly Majestic King Constantly Has Glorious Visions Of Underpinning Even Greater Women.My Quest In My Life Is Not For Myself, But In Support Of Every Woman I Admire In My Life, My Friends, Who Have Shown Me, And The World Around Us All, So Much Love And Care For The Children Of The World, So Much Determination And Fight For Animal Rights, So Much Courage Against Violence Against Women, So That Maybe In This Small Way I Might Be Able To Voice Even Stronger, My Appreciation For Those Women I Adore Who Have Brought So Many People Such Driven Inspiration, So Much Strength In Pure Faith Along With Such Vivid Hopes Blended With So Many Countless Warm And Honest Smiles Which Can Only Mean True Friendship Unchained.~ ~Dalton Anthony~ Aka ~Trinity Inflames~Thank You All For Being My Friends~Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye, but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when I am dancing, I have felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists.
I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved. I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known. I keep on dancing then it is the eternal dance of creation. The creator and creation merge into one wholeness of joy. I keep on dancing ... and dancing ... and dancing, until there is only ...
The Dance. M j
A Site About Beauty, The Dance, Passion And True Higher Love And It Was Created For The Magnificent Women Of The Arts That I Am Honored To Call My Friends, It Was Made So That They Would Network Together And Support Each Other Further, As Well As Nurture Each Others Careers Through True Friendship, Empathy And Understanding.
Forgive Me If I Admire~
My advice to the women's clubs of America is to raise more hell and fewer dahlias.
~James McNeill Whistler
A Union Of Artistic Women Together Empowered~
Angels Of The Blue Rose~
It was bitter cold inside the large red barn as Anthony slowly brushed the wild Appaloosa. It had been a dream filled night and the brushing was soothing for them both.
Her silent apparition would wash in and then back out like silent waves within his nights and at times the waves even seeped inside the very hallow of his days and now both rider and Steed were lost within the warm currents of the river of his endless dreams.
Neither horse nor rider heard the barn door cautiously open as she tentatively approached him from behind. Her worn blue vest, leather boots and blue jeans brought her comfort and strength, confidence, and in a way serenity, and yet she was quivering much more now then she would ever even admit, especially not to him.
There he was she thought, HOW dare he peek her interest when she was so safe were she was in her own personal limbo. Some days were hard enough for her, even though she was surrounded by great joys , life and love never really easy, but it was during the still of her darkest nights she felt her heart break the most. Restless nights of wonder do little but bring more questions then they bring answers.
There he was, brushing that beautiful horse, his black duster fluttering like a sail from the barn’s cold winter breeze. His body strong yet his touch more then tender, but it was his scent that drove her mad, she knew it, she hated it, but she inhaled it completely, she devoured it.
His scent was like the ride itself and what angered her most was that it aroused her much more then it irritated her, more then electrified her, and she knew she wanted more of it she demanded it, because she can.
His boots held the tales of many steps taken and his head shifted slightly as he heard her move closer, slowly he turned just in time to see her eyes flame up with fire. She was enraged that he had invaded her every memory, and she couldn’t help feeling naked before him. Sensing the tension the Appaloosa moved anxiously in its stall, almost as it it knew both the beginning as well as the ending and it feared the ending the most.
“How dare you!†She uttered in her passionate contempt.
“I want more, I need more, I NEED to understand!†She was in flames now as he watched her with his soothing brown eyes.
Grabbing him by his hair she yanked his body against her and their lips met for the first time.
Her knees grew weak and she felt the softness of his lips, his kiss, how it lingered my God, and the blend, the magic in the moment, the perfection, the union.
It was then at that moment she realized it was Him at long last.
Carefully she pulled away from him, letting her fingers slip from his long dark hair and she dug her nails against her vest tearing it open exposing her perfect ample pale rose tinted fawns. His eyes grew wider at the sight of this brazen and bold beauty, this young vibrant Lass, and he could see as she shivered, rite over her heart a small seven petal lavender flower with numbers etched inside.
“Take me and let me hear you say my damn name!â€Now here is where I’m torn..You see “The Barbarian†in me would take what you exposed, ravage you with love and affection until you could no longer think nor move.But the man inside me, in this simplistic story, would only remove his long duster and cover you up in it instead.Softly kissing your forehead, yes, over each eye his kisses would brush, yes, as he whispered gently.“You’re just not ready yet,â€She fell against his embrace with her arms around his neck and he held her against the cold winds of time both swaying in the breeze.~~~~~~~Now if you think this lil story is about sex then that is a real sin because in truth it’s about respect, trust, friendship passion and love.
That's why I covered you with my coat.
Because that's what I would do, and have done in my real life because that's me.I'm ME! It's all I can be.You see that's what makes me such a freak."Honor"~~~~~~~"On Love:
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
Khalil GibranLove is the ONLY real Master or Mistress~
Two lovers who bond so tightly BOTH submit to Loves grace~
Through an honest kiss to each other's very souls~
A real Master will always kneel at the very same time his submissive does~
Real Love is a shared wonder~
Gorean Masters only OWN..they do not love~
I will pray that someday that you all will be treated as equal in love~
It's NOT a man's world~
It's a World of the Lord~
A true Lady knows the beauty of submission~
But she also knows the freedom inside the power she also holds~
The World belongs To Our Lord~
We are all just His servants~
Help Each Other~
Pay Forward And Pay Back~God Bless You All~
Dalton AnthonyThis Picture Is Beautifully Artistic.
As I See It Every Great Picture Is Really Poetry In Pixels Or Paints.
Please Forgive, I Just Sing It The Way I Feel It,
And I Must Say That In My Long Life That Once In A Great While A Majestic Woman Inspires Me.
Trust me on this, Sarah Klaren Is One Of The Greatest Women Of Our Time.Upriver Mermaid~
By Dalton Anthony ©Once Upon A Time In A Land Far Far Away ~
A Mermaid So Precious Almost Died Inside My Silent Embrace ~
I Watched In Horror As She Violently Slipped Away ~
It Was More Then Painful Watching As I Wondered~
Inside My Own Compassionate Inner Deeper Sighs ~
Maybe This Mermaid Princes Is In So Much Pain ~
She’s Been Left Speechless By The Rain ~
Trembles And Tears Are Never Kind Companions True~
For Mermaid Song Writers Like She ~
Sometimes The Truth In Print Leaves Nothing ~
For The Fantasy Of The Broken Hearted Minds Eye ~
Somehow Feeling The Words Printed ~
Makes One Think Then Suddenly Realize~
Perhaps She Truly Is The Little Mermaid ~
The Living Earth Angel We Feel She Really Is ~
Once Carefree Like A Colorful Butterfly ~
Within Warm Ocean Azure Blue Dreams ~
But Then A Memory Seduced Her ~
She Was Drawn Inside Loves Hopeful Scheme ~
Gleefully She Swam Up One Of Life’s River Flows ~
Searching For Her Waiting Love ~
Searching For A New Home Inside Him ~
With Each Stroke She Swam Her Heart Opened Wide ~
His Song She Remembered So Vividly Well ~
Her Memory Proved To Be Even More Then Just Real ~
More Like The Perfection Of Her Sweetest Wishful Dreams ~
With Each Passing Day She Felt His Love Pour ~
Being His Was Like Being Cleansed ~
Under a Waterfall Of Blissful Fluid Cascades. ~
She Embraced Him Like Angel Pillows~
Trusting Her Teddy Bear Dreams ~
As She Gave Her Own Love In Return ~
Freely She Gave Ten Hundred Million Fold~
What More Could She Give But Wine~
It Was Then That The Nightmare Came~
Leaving Her Lost And More Then Just Afraid ~
Alone Again With Her Own Pure Thick Crystalline Tears She Shed ~
She Refused The Thought Of It ~
Nothing But Tricks, Fear And Doubt, Sometimes Play ~
Still She Swam Deeper Inside His Heart ~
Throwing Caution Against Wild Ocean Winds ~
His Love Became Her Own Living Sea ~
Like Eden Come Alive Inside Her Fragile Soul ~
Love Forever And Always Yes ~
She Knew That Was Much More Then Ever True ~
But Isn’t It Forever Together With Love ~
Honor, Respect, Unconditional Friends Like You Said ~
And Not Forever Love But Always Apart ~
Distant, Torn, Without Touch, Like It Is ~
She Wondered This About Him ~
She Closed Her Soft Eyes Trying To Wish It Her Way ~
In Those Moments Of Her Deafening Silence ~
She Didn’t Really See A Thing ~
It Was Then His Last Kiss Betrayed Her ~
In Ways She Would Never Thought Could Ever Be ~
A Dream Come True Bearing The Gift Of His Endless Hauntings ~
She Never Quite Wished For This In Vain ~
It Was Then That She Was Abandoned By Him~
It Was Then That They Threw This Mud ~
Painted Against Her Spirited Velveteen Ivory Skin ~
As Her Anguish Bled She Bathed In It ~
She Reveled In It, Wearing It Like Armor Instead ~
As She Laughed At Their Mock Mudpacks, Foolish Mudpies ~
Made From Scandalous Lover Lies ~
Up This River Of Love And Future Hopes ~
Disillusioned, Shattered Yet Still Barely Alive ~
My Lord I Didn’t Even See Him Blink A Cold Eye ~
Sometimes I Wonder About Unanswered Prayers ~
More Tears Are Shed For The Answered Ones Instead ~
Her Love Was Eternal, Ethereal Higher Then High ~
Something Most Might Not Understand About Her Yet ~
One Thing Is Certain, One Thing Remains True~
She Will Find Her Way Back Through Time And Even Space ~
Back To The Beaches Where She Dances Lives, Loves~
And Someday She Might Just Return Upriver Once Again~
But Because Of You~
Her Trust In Tatters,Shreds Of Hope Torn~
I Just Don't Think ~
She Will Ever Go That Far~
Upriver Again~
And Make No Mistake ~
As Hard As You Might Try~
No Matter What You Do~
No Mud Will Ever Touched Or Ever Sully ~
This Perfect Angel Face~
Or Her Blushing Mermaid~
Effervescent Loving Soul ~
Dalton Anthony.. xo ©~~~~
Apirl Summers~
By
*~Dalton Anthony~~*
aka ~Trinity~
Natures Goddess
by
Dalton Anthony
Surrounded By The Garden Of Eden~
Golden Mist Celestial Succulent Tropical Grace~
Miltonia's Embrace Dendrobium's Basking~
Sugar Canes Sweetly Scented Apple Rose~
Lush Warm Winds Swaying Palm Trees~
Vulnerable Playful Shadows~
Basking Against Pure Wave Washed Sands~
Of Ivory Bengal Amber White~
Lush Emerald Jungle Runs Densely~
Wild Through O'heo's Maui Gulch~
Phalaenopsis And Protea Rise Boldly~
Riveting Sweet Ambrosia's Flight~
Pipiwai Streams Dewy Clear Tear Drops~
Sing Softly From Heavens High Above~
Flowing Gingerly Past Rugged Vines~
Baked Against High Lava Fortress Walls~
Anointing Seven Sacred Pools Serene~
Washed Azure Blue Liquids Eternal Love~
Pool Upon Pool Married Rippling Waterfall Showers~
Cascades Shimmering Light~
Surely This Was The Center Of My Lords~
Earth Bound Bounty His Everlasting Soul~
Listen Hear Blessed Fluted Sounds~
Po'ouli,Squeaking Parrotbill's~
Honeycreeper Wild Birds Precious Songs~
This Is Where I Found Her Bathing~
In Ripening Sunlight Of The Seven Sacred Pools~
She Was Free Within Waters Spirit~
As If The Ripples Fed Her Heated Blood~
Every Delectable Curve Along Voluptuous Flesh~
Glistened Unadulterated Diamond Shimmer Beads~
Supple Swelling Breasts Ached As They Fed Worlds Cry~
Standing Proudly Silken Arching Backs Foundation~
Vehemently Held Histories Silent Passionate Wishes~
Beneath Flaxen Golden Star Filled Hair~
Laid Man-Kinds Tapestry Across Timeless Angelic Face~
Miraculous Brilliance Changeable Green Blue Eyes~
Defiantly Pierced Amber Brassy Submissive Wandering Sun~
She Commanded It At Will Using Mystical Powers Divine~
Only Enraging Suns Molten Fire Mistress Of World Beginning~
Every Ravenous Animal In Her Kingdom Beast Upon Hungry Beast~
Sank Blissfully At First Parting Of Her Moist Luscious Lips~
Thunderstruck My Chestnut Eyes Watered~
Eucalyptus Blushing White Lotus Petal Tears~
Would The World Sincerely Comprehend~
The Magnitude Of Compassion In This Lion Hearted Young Girl~
Do They See How Delicately Breakable She Truly Is~
In The Same Way The Savage Beasts Come Dream And Rest~
Demure The Goddess Who Creates Blush Inside Moonbeams~
As Moon Sinks Beneath Horizons Uncharted Silently Unknown~
Do They See The Graceful Care Of Her Nurturing Touch~
Or The Innocents Of Her Souls Every Sigh~
I Prayed That The Universe Would See Her From Inside~
The Way She Views The World~
Not Judge Her With Their Own Devilish Lust~
Instead Be Inspired In The Style She Inspired Nature~
Tender Was Her Love Fragile Was Her Heart Unchecked~
Loving Was Her Essence Protector Of Life Unspoken~
Leaving No Soul Untouched More Then Mortal Men Could Dream~
She Was Surely Eve Of Eden Mother Nature's Star Reborn~
I Fell Against Raw Flooded Palm Leaves~
Upon Green Sugar Moss And Wept~
Savage Barbarian That I Am I Was Humbled~
At The Beauty Of Her Silent Comprehension~
Many Fought To Posses Her Satin Body~
Millions Struggled To Capture The Essence Of Her Soul~
Her Life Sculpted From The Fountain Of Youth~
No One Controls Estuary River Of Life Flows Serene~
See Not The Shell Alone See The Quiet Gardner of Eden~
Forever Youthful Care Taker Of Life~
No Mortal Men Should Ever See Angels~
Flame White Brilliance Of Silver White Light~
Unbelievably Loving Bright~
I’m Was Blinded By The Majesty~
Of Her Glorious Light~
Desiree Starr
"A Seraphim Angel"
~~~~~~~April Summers~
By
*~Dalton Anthony~~*
April Summers Is A Woman Whose Very Life.~
Is Like Perfection's Diamond In A Very Slow Sultry Spin.~
Each Facet Of Her Life Glows With Its Own Radiance.~
Inside Its Own Harmonic Melodic Rhythm Verse Rhyme.~
Her Spirit Has Great Depths Like The Mystical Dark Abyss.~
Silver Chocolate Black Velvet Very Starry Night.~
Deep Beyond Measure Her Heart Embraces Her Young Tender Soul.~
Mixing Pure Innocents With Sweet Seduction.~
This Only and Has Forever Made Her.~
One of The Greatest Women of The Dance.~
She Is Romantically Possessed Well Past The Sublime.~
Music In Her Mind Softly Wanders Sways Bitter Sweet.~
Against Warm Rush Spring Summer Like Endless Days.~
Alive She Dances With Time Itself As Seasons Change.~
Finding The Beauty In All Things Warm Satin Ruggedly Soft Ever Kind.~
She Is Tender And Loving Compassionate Filled With The Gift.~
Of A Deeper Blushing Spiritual Understanding.~
Enrichment Of Her Spirit Comes From Loving Life As She Listens.~
Enchantment In Her Gum Drop Cotton Candy Eyes.~
Mesmerizes Each Man.~
Who Is Captured Inside The Mist Of Her Deep Enveloping Gaze.~
She Is Strong And Brave Without Fear Inhaling With Wonder.~
Each New Quest Inside The World Which Spins Around Her Today.~
Sultry As She Stands Proud Making One Wonder.~
Just What Lies Beneath Her Velvet Lush Tantalizing Sugar Plum Kiss.~
She Is As Joyful As A Spring Day.~
Running Through The Warmest Spring Rains With Child Like Wonder.~
Intoxicating Her World Until Her World Becomes Her Freedom.~
Intelligence Her Hallmark.~
But She Wields This Sword With Softer Grace.~
Always At The Ready Her Wit Quick.~
As Her Delicate Fingers Are Amazingly Nimble.~
She Is Pure And Divine Like Heavens Fresh Snow.~
Quietly Flutters Unique Star Flake Prisms~
Crystallizing The World Around Her.~
With Never-Ending Charm.~
Moody With Her Demure Smile Blink.~
One Flash From Her Ever Changing Teal Blue Eyes.~
And Her Presence Changes She Becomes The Wind.~
She Is Passion And Desires Wild.~
Unchained Lust In The Heat Of Every Moment.~
She Becomes The Bright White In Raging Flame.~
Cat Like In Her Movements.~
Natural As She Spreads Wide Slowly.~
Unfolding Her Moist Petals Creamy Wonder.~
Very Succulent Nectar.~
She Is Raw Sexuality When She Wishes.~
Behold Her Nude Explosion.~
If You Are One Of The Chosen.~
Giver Of Pleasure Her Cherry Pink Lips.~
Bring Forth Seed Of Mankind.~
As They Engulf Iron Sword Sinking It Down.~
Into Softer More Pliable Rubber.~
She Is Charismatic As She Devours.~
Pure Vixen In Her Breath.~
Inhale Her If Only Briefly.~
And She Will Bring You To Your Very Weakened Knees.~
With Each Of Her Sighs She Dares The Men Around Her Take Her Body Firmly.~
And Devour It If You Will.~
But Be Sure The Devour Is Complete.~
Or She Will Quickly Quietly Eat Your Pumping Heart Alive.~
She is Mighty In Her Fury.~
Like The Thunder Inside Storm Roar.~
Let No Man Mistake Her For Weak.~
As They Begin The Explore.~
Breasts Perfectly Sculptured.~
Plush Round Peeks.~
Adored With Responsive Nipples.~
Which Yearn To Be Drawn In.~
She Is The Harlot When She Disrobes.~
Her Glittered Satin Silks.~
But Always With The Class That Is Due To Her.~
Most Elegant Playful Styles.~
Her Body Flawlessly.~
Slinky Rite Down Past Her Mesmerizing Derri?re.~
Along Her Perfect Stems She Holds Herself.~
With Amusing Sensual Poise At All Times.~
She Is Beauty In Woman As If A Star Had Fallen.~
Back Against The Earth.~
World Around Her Is Humbled.~
At The Very Intoxicating Thought.~
Of Her Spiritual Climatic Explosions.~
She Is Regal In Her Posture.~
As A Fine Renoir Was Born Into Life.~
Treasures Await Her But They Are Riches Beyond Heavens Splendor.~
Enchantment Her Passions.~
Depth Vibrant Soul Sighs Her Colorful Essence.~
See Now Each Amazing Star Glimmer?~
My Place In Her World Is To Exalt Her.~
To Mystify Her Mind To Unfold Her Even Guide Her.~
Like A Song Writer Guides A Tsunami.~
Drowned Me In The Very Sea.~
Of Her Amazing Beautiful Angelica Face.~
Death Yes Will Overwhelm Me Some Place In My Life.~
But I Know I Will Forever Live.~
In The Very Shimmer Of Her Most Starry Powder Blue Eyes.~
Love Filled Eyes Make No Mistake.~
Nothing Diminishes The Wonders Of April Summers.~
Not Even Mid-Summer Rains.~
What You See Is Just The Majestic Majesty That Is Her Very Life.~
For She Is The Remarkable And the Gem.~
And The World Adores Her As Do I.~
I'd like to meet:
"Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain, the getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-lust of intentional indifference.
--Robert Creeley"
Sarah KlarenBirth of a Butterfly.See how she stands back arched?
As if ready for vivid soaring flight?
As if she just broke free of her own cocoon's sun kissed embrace?
Count the expressions on her flawless face and you will quickly lose track of all Time and even Space.
Lovings acceptance in giving.
Confident enticements, bold convictions.
Pastel sweet seductions..
Loving, demure naturally shy.
Deeper storm within her star filled eyes.
Trusting with hesitating heart felt reservations.
Like delicate fawn basking in the warmth of flowered Summertime.
Perhaps a fresh gazelle caught candidly during a moment in natures love, fight or flight?
Sensual still she is much more then this.
Moments in every new butterflies life.
Moments in the lives of everything living that yearns for something more.
Before the butterfly spreads it's wings and truly flies.
Before a Woman re-born lowers luxurious silks she drapes herself in.
Flutters and floats, moments of Hopes.
A moment of Trusting
Moments of Desire.
Moments of Passions play.
A Heart filled with the Freedom~
Of Loving without fear.
Butterflies and gazelles worthy of being loved.
Regardless of their own bewildered amazements.
She is every emotion love inspires as she becomes inspired..
She is all of this but deeper.
A human being.
A daughter.
A young girl.
A friend.
A self made woman.
A songbird of music's melodious love.
Sensual delights bloom best.
Under souls own science and the art of tender loving care.
Hair flips victorious hell in High Heels.
Artist by virtue of expressive multiplicity.
Hundreds of emotions etched against one china doll pallet at one time.
One of the Hall Marks of a Great Actress.
See what you will flights or fantasy.
But as for me I will always remember her first and foremost.
As a person.
"born to be love"..
"Natural Born Angel."
Just Sarah Klaren.oooPerhaps I'll just dream the rest..
Aug 23, 2007(C)Dalton Anthony
Hello~
I really loved framing these very special pictures of my very special friends..
And I hope that you love them as much as I do.
You see it really makes me happy when I think of you all out there living the dream..
So thank you all for your friendship and trust!!Dalton AnthonyThank You ALL! ~Sarah Klaren
Renee Townsend
Lily Alexander
Bobbi Billard
Jacquelyn Soprano
Charlie Lain
Jesse Jane
Robin
Ana
Mandy Lynn
Ashley Lawrence
Jenna Jameson
BeBe Kitten
Brooke Valentino
Christine Dolce
Samantha Grace
Katie Price
Teresa Nolan
Tila Tequila
| View Show | Create Your Own~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Have you ever been to Ithaca?â€â€I was visiting a club there, not unlike this one.
And I saw something you wouldn't believe.
I'm sitting there see, small table all by myself at this club. It's full of real low-lives.
I mean, not like this place here. No, I mean bad. Like they were up to no good.
Anyway, I'm by myself. I like it that way.
Meanwhile, things are going on... under the table kinds of things. Not too obvious but, not too secret either.
So, I'm sitting there.
And in walks the biggest Italian I have ever seen.
Big as shit.
Just walks right in like he owns the place.
And nobody knew quite what to make of him or quite what to think.
There he was and in he walked. He was dark too.
I don't mean dark-skinned.
No, this was different.
It was if he was always walking in a shadow.
I mean every step he took toward the light..
Just when you thought his face was about to be revealed...
It wasn't.
It was as if the lights dimmed, just for him.â€
Private Memory Page of Kalia Kay Rose.
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This, my remarkable friends, is picture of an Angel In Flight~
And as for me~
Well I’m happy just watching her soar free.
Thanking God And Just Waving Hi~
And Yet We All Dream Of Something More.
Dreams bring us hopes and keep us truly alive.
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Music:
Taylor Made~Exotic Sensual Fragrant Flower Dancer~
Amidst White Tigress Mystical Misty Magnolia Moon~
Glory Of The East Bejeweled Treasure Of The Treasures~
Magical Sweet Princess Golden Holy Blue Everlasting Secret Rose~
Fragile Essence Of Divine Delicate Fabrics~
Heaven's Succulent Chemise Of The Gods~
Fabric Of Her Heart Song Sings Sweetly As She Dances~
Peau De Soie,Doupionni,China Brocades,Taffeta Organza Romantic
Dreams~
Saffron Filaments Frankincense Musky Myrrh Fills Her Mind~
Swirl Me,Drive Me,Touch Me,Deep Inside Hearts Wonderful Responsive Blush~
Enchanted Timeless River Soul Floats With Grace Silky Charms ~
Revealing The Revealed She Shelters Worlds Last Velvet Ruby Hearts
Mine~
Tender Subtle Creamy Willow Crush Saunters Wanders Across Stage Of Grand Life~
Watch Her Dance En Pointe,Plie Pirouette Push Grand Jete Ever High~
Formatted Flash Of Lightening Thunder Struck I Become~
Sunlight Hair Silken Strands Showers Satin Flawless Body In Time~
Night Skies Sweetest Silver Most Holy Rainbows Peace Warming Light~
Veil Of Curls Spinning Stars Screaming Endless Lovers Wanton Passionate
Desires~
Speckle Dreamers Wonderment True Blue Black Powders Milky Velvet Night~
Shalimar Angel Gaze Inhale Me,Seduce Me Back Within My Dreams~
Whispers Softly Screams Her Lush Lips Fall Back Silent Breathless
Hush~
Breathless I Become As I Gaze Closer Inside The Abyss Of Her Soft Soulful
Eyes~
Deeper I Slide Inside Hidden Shattered Eternal Tear Stained Blood Soaked
Soul~
My Life Peers Across Her Vast Uncharted Chasms Warm Yet Very Crushed Hearts
Depths~
Weary Of Beating Betrayals She Takes The Pain Of Wounded Terrestrial Globe~
Within One Deep Heavy Breath~
Helplessly Hoping Silently,Screaming Suffering Joys Of Desert Wind Stung
Love~
Heart Cries Silent Tears Flowing Without Effort Or Even Blink Of Awe Struck
Eyes~
Loving This Flower Who Survived Every Storm~
Forgiving Her Sensual Sweet Cherry Red Charms~
Yet She Never Forgets Either Pain Nor Lovers Blushing Rare Omnipotent Rose~
Mother Of Mothers Held The Infants Of The World Inside Nurturing
Embrace~
Lover Care Giver Blessed Are The Children This Woman Yes Heaven Sent~
Miracles Of Miracles I Watched Her As She Sat Close By Ever Changing Life
Waters~
She Moved On Star Dust,Each Step Placed In Silver Gold~
Like A Goddess With
Almighty Compassion Unabashed Control~
Something Exhaustingly Majestic Truly Something Marvelous To Behold~
She Became The Stars And Then The Starlight Became Quietly Alive~
Pole Before Her Was Her Loving Dance Partner Somewhere Inside Frozen Time~
At Soft
Touch It Burst Vibrant Colors And Then It Too Became More Then Just Alive~
Twirling Luscious Form Around Brass Partner She Pushed Harder~
Knowing Her Dreams Pushed Deeper Stronger Inside Me~
Beautiful Beyond Measure This Spirit Dancer Reborn~
Demure Of Heart As All Works Of
Art Should Be~
Her Eyes Sang Songs Which Only The World Could Understand~
She Was
Sultry Joy Itself Without Slight Of Tiny Delicate Hand~
She Spun As If The World Stood Still And For Me~
At That Time And Even Now It Sometimes Still Does~
Dizzy For Days I Was At The Sight Of Her Intoxicating Magical Spins~
She Is A Diamond Of The Earth Each Facet Revealed Something Gleaming
Something More~
Honest In Heart A Lady Among The Mist With Poise Blended Within Style
Inside Pure Class~
Awe Struck I Become As I Watched Her Master Partner Pole And I Knew At That
Moment She Was Pure Neon In White Lightning Something Ethereal In Her
Velveteen Soul~
Courageously Valiant Her Dance As Brass Pole Submits Under Her
Sensual Essence~
Past Raw Beauty This Soulful Love Must Be Painted For Inside Her Heart~
Lay All Her Hope Filled Dreams~
Faith In The Unseen But She Fears That Maybe Just Maybe Real Love Will Never Be
Seen~
She Sees Him,Feels His Love Reaching Out For Her Soul~
Around Him Naked Inside She Is Under His Mesmerizing Dark Eyes~
Somehow He Sees Her Deeper She Becomes Afraid That Maybe She Might Be
Saved~
Dreamy Yet Her Dreams Are Hidden Underneath Piles Of Flowing Summers
Breezy Cottons French Lace~
Fearless She Sings Quietly With Her Heart Inside Her Eyes Pray God Let Him Be
The One~
Night Turns To Day And Day Back Against Jet Night~
She Waits Quietly Screaming
As She Loves~
Truth Is The Dance Is All That Really Matters~
By
~Dalton Anthony~
Movies:
*~Anastasia Inflames~*
Warm Dark Sweetest Night~
Was Anastasia's Real Everlasting Lover~
She Sighed Softly Within Her Own Intoxicating Soul~
Lost Within The Art Of Passions Brilliant Everlasting Dance~
Its Blazing Inferno Was Her Only True Mistress~
She Walked With The Grace Which Come Only From Being Cherished~
And She Was Cherished By Many But She Was Treasured By Me~
Her Beauty Breath Taking In Flavor~
Hot Cinnamon Liqueurs Edible Sultry Figure~
Red Pepper Spice,Candy Apple Red~
Yet Maple Candy Pure~
She Glided Towards Center Stage~
All Eyes Were Transfixed Just Upon Her~
Spell Binding Each Of Her Magical Wonders~
Lush Erotic Voluptuous Treats~
Copper Strands Of Sheer Silk Cascaded~
Down Like Lightening Showers~
Across Her Stunning Angelic Face~
Framing Its Perfection Perfectly~
As She Moved Very Slowly~
Fearlessly,Through Her Own Intense Heat~
She Whipped Her Head Quickly~
Letting Flame Red Hair Cover~
Her Wild Glowing Eyes Inflames~
Screaming Within Her Own Silence~
Silent Painful Playful Screams~
Unchained Passions Hellish Wanton~
Molten Carnal Desires~
Stormy Eyes Sultry Magic Intoxicated All~
Who Became Lost Within Their Great Depths~
Making Even The Strongest Men Grow Weak~
Under Their Own Very Crumbling Knees~
From Sheer Thirst Alone Caress Her Carefully~
Inside Their Own Strong Warm Embrace~
Perhaps For Always And Forever~
Or Until She Wished Only Free~
Free She Must Remain Because No Mortal Man~
Could Ever Control Her Soulful Flame~
Tender Her Full Wet Lips Like Small Warm~
Twin Burning Hearts Ablaze~
Always More Then Just A Bit~
Of A Sweet Inviting Sensual Pout~
Graced Her Exquisite Innocent Face~
Pouty Lips Which She Used So Well~
As She Drove So Many Men Insane~
With Great Desire For Even More~
Of Her Sultry Elegant Charms~
Lush Pouty Lips Were But A Kiss~
Against Each Hungery Soul As She Brightly Smiled~
Each Soul She Touched Beamed In Massive Awe~
Of Each Of Her Delightful Vixen Charms~
Angel Cheeks Delicately Wore A Faint Rue~
Child Like Perpetual Blush~
Enchanting All With Her Wild Eyed Innocents~
Alabaster Purity Blended With Angel Dust~
Yet More They Sang Of Her Heart Hidden~
So Deep Down Inside~
Her Most Picturesque Silhouette~
Marvel Of Life Her Beauty Unmatched~
Within Her Timeless Seductive Dance~
Forever Soul Set On Fire~
Glorified Mother Nature Divine~
Silky Chemise Neckline Lead Downward Lower~
Across Her Tender Chiffon Shoulders~
So Deliciously Devilish Engaging~
Beautiful Velveteen Lips Pink Heated Thunder Blush~
Breasts Full And High,Creamy Pillows Of Pure Paradise~
Yearning Just To Be Caressed Gently~
Lovingly By A Compassionate Honest Touch~
From Strong Rugged Knowing,Lovers Skillful Hands~
Nibbles Light Honey Suckles~
Lovers Lips Burning Passions~
Flawless Was Her Body~
Roaring Whirlwind Inside Her Mind~
She Could Liquefy Raw Men~
Within Pools Where Once Stood Savage Mankind~
My Dark Brown Eyes Scanned Her Body~
Beginning With Her China Doll Face~
Down Past Creamy Fawn Like Breasts~
So Very Full,Past Supple Pert~
My Gaze Lost Across Her Slender Belly Chain~
Pure Fourteen Karat Gold Pristine~
Erotic The Way It Moved,Shifting~
As If It Was Part Of Her For Surely It Was~
Silky Smooth Lickable Legs Of A Dancer~
Anastastia Is Pure Poetry In Motion~
To The Highest Mortal Degree~
It Was When She Leaned Against Brass Pole Lover~
I Felt Her Eyes Whispering Her Dreams Inside Me~
Her moist Dewy Flower So Very Ready~
Fluttering Lovers Kisses Against Inner Pink Folds~
Succulent Ripe Honey Dewed Her Treasures~
Buried Ever Deep Within Her Own Secret Gardens~
Heated Wet Velour Folds Deeper Pulsating~
Pure Mauve Maroons~
Rush My Emotions~
She Grabbed Tight Against Dancers Pole~
It Seemed That There Was No One Else In The Room~
But She And Just Me~
Dancer Of Life Lights Neon Magic~
Of Fury Fire Hearts Aflame~
I Could Clearly See As She Danced~
Along Pure Billow Clouds Of Crimson Bright White~
Just How She Floated As She Danced Slowly Gliding~
Her Tiny Feet Never Touching Cold Human Ground~
She Twirled,She Spun Quickly,Around Glistening Pole~
At The Very Same Splendid Sensual Everlasting Time~
Her Delicate Steps Well Placed,She Spun Wildly~
Her Legs Swayed,Lusciously,Independently~
While She Undulated Her Hips~
Her Body Followed In Kind High Fascinating Fashion~
Sultry Movements Of Nothing Less~
Then The Very Essence Of A Beautiful Queen~
Desires Wild Dance Inside Animal Flicker Flames~
When Anastasia Dances You Must Understand~
That When She Closes Her Dense Cloud Star Filled Eyes~
She Becomes Lost Inside The Rhythm,The Beat~
As Well As The Rhyme~
She Becomes The Music,The Harmony~
Each Starling Melody As She Swirls Around Masters Pole~
Becoming One With Her Emotions~
As Each Song Whispered~
Then Vividly Screams~
She Is The Dance Itself~
The Like I Have Never Seen Before Because When Anastasia Dances~
She Truly Does Become The Mistress And The Slave~
The Victor And The Vanquished~
The Harlot And The Lady~
All While She Smiles Still Glowing Within Her Fires Which Rage~
From The Great Furnace Of Her Passion Filled Blood~
Within Her Heart Which Yearned~
For Even Hotter White Flames~
All Dancers Have At Least One Thing They Do Best~
But Anastasia Does Them All Better Then Any~
It's In The Way She Shines Like A Diamond~
When She Spins,Faster Like A Top For All Of Us~
Just The Way She Uses Her Immaculate Magic~
Creating Her Own Hellish Loving Embrace~
Within Her Milk Candy Essence~
Of The Devils Own Raging Forever Hellish Encirclement~
Soulful She Becomes One With The Dance~
But More She Is The Dance Unchained~
She Is The Music,Is The Devil's Lover~
The Angels Unholy Pure Lust~
All Within One Deep Endless Sigh~
She Becomes The Flash As Well As The Fury~
All This While She Smiles So Very Demurely~
With The Grace Of A Queen She Saunters~
Around Gleaming Pole Of Might~
Surely In Another Life She Was A Queen~
To So Very Many~
Which She Enchanted With Her Sheer Cataclysmic~
Wonderful Bewitching Charisma~
Then And Only Then Would She Over Power Each Soul~
With Her Own Raw Sexuality But More~
There Is Something Deeper In The Way She Dances~
So Plain To Me When I See Her Twirl~
As Her Eyes Closed Securely~
She Becomes The Stars And The Stars Become Me~
I Will Say That My Life Was Enriched~
By Having The Pleasure Of Meeting This Tiny Dancer Inflames~
And I Know At The End Of My Life~
With My Last Gasping Breath~
I Will Whisper That One Sultry Name~
Which Forever Touched My Soul Very Deep Down Inside~
Then And Only Then Will I Beam Like The Sun~
Because When Anastasia Lives Life~
And Dances For The World~
It's The World Which Becomes More Then Just Alive~
Because She Loves And Dances Within It~
~Anastasia Inflames~
May the Lord Bless You Always With Love~
Thank You For Your Friendship And Understanding~
Always Your Friend~
By~
*~Dalton Anthony~*The Haunting of Your Eyes~
By Dalton AnthonyEveryday your beautiful eyes haunt me in such a joyful loving way.~
Inside my sleepy dream filled mind they call me softly with silent whispers.~
My heart fills freely and it struggles for it's steady pace.~
Yet it races faster when I think of you each and every time.~
Everyday I think of you Sophia my smile begins to shine.~
Like Moonbeams reflecting against pure clear mountain waters.~
Like fresh clean mountain air, it's your life that brings me new breath.~
My sighs, my smiles, beam brighter like new Eden in Springtime.~
Everyday when I think of you I become lost in purity beyond compare.~
Like the fresh scent of a newborn babies delicate skin.~
Like fresh strawberries and cream on a warm lovely summer's day.~
So often I dream of you love and often wonder what would I do.~
Like two lost souls clinging tightly.~
Sheltering against the cold harsh winds.~
Like twin stars rushing crashing against velveteen night.~
Sparkling inside the great abyss.~
My lips have tasted the sweetness.~
Of creme eggs many times.~
Still I dare not think that there is anything sweeter.~
Then the haunting of your eyes.~
Truly your life is a most precious gift.~
It's your own white Heavenly Light.~
That makes this world a better place.~
Surely you must be Heaven sent.~
You truly are that special Angel.~
Of Hope, Love, Faith and Purity.~
And it's because you were born.~
That I smile just a little bit more.~
Each And Everyday~
I hope that this tiny little poem.~
Returns just some of the smiles.~
You freely gave me~
And all the rest of us.~
Each and Everyday.~
God Bless You Always.
Dalton Anthony.
Happy Easter.
*Cadbury Kisses*
Television:
Vanilla DreamsTwinkle Lights Tinsel Spice Ivory Flaxen Soothing Christmas Golden Candy Sweet Ambiance ~
Celestial Spirit Dream Dancer Mystifies My Mind~
She Smiles Softly Within Her Melodious Azure Blue Star Filled Eyes~
Silver Bells Excitement Chime Quietly When She Whispers Gently Calling Like Snow Flakes Forever Falling~
Glittering Warm Harlequin Ornaments Sparkles Silently Swaying Inside Still Lovers Time~
Charmeuse Satin Ribbons Silk Bows Bathe Berry Gentle Sprays Breath Taking~
Amber Sage Against Starling Wonders Watch Closely As She Dances~
Wispy Chiffon Taffeta Velour Fabrics Alabaster Dove Feathers Mingling~
Burgundy Magnolia Garland Beaded Presents Sultry Lightly Singing~
Mistletoe Murmurs Quietly Holidays Sumptuous Unpredictable Perfections Virgin Pure Harmony~
French Christmas Fluttering Creamy Lace Maple Candy Warm Angel Kisses~
Vanilla Cinnamon Blends Clove Pumpkin Ginger Snaps Twirling Spins~
Spinning Savory Hot Cider Inside Tangy Sultry Dancer Movements~
Sparkling White Lilies Muget Musk Patucouli Pink Daisies Gossamer Wings~
Freshly Enchanted Apple Scents Sing Spectacular Eves Starry Full Silver Bronze Holy Moonlight~
Cranberry Festivals Scents Swirls Aloft Lingers Hovering Like Star Dust Before Heavens Gate~
Deeply Enclosed Within The Midst Of Vanilla?
Sea foam Jeweled Intoxicating Joyful Eyes~
Be Still As She Saunters Slowly Closer Across Snowy Clouds Divine~
Because When She Smiles So Very Demurely~
Ginger Bread Dreams And Cherub Filled Flights Of Fantasy Are All You Will Ever Really See,Joie De Vivre~
Brassy Aurum Long Velveteen Tendrils Wash Against China Doll Blushing Baby Doll Pink Cheeks~
Gracious Down Creamy Shoulders Like Invisible Ivory Voile Chiffon Wondrous Angel Wings~
Delicate Tender Succulent Filled Creamy White High Mounted Pillows Like Wild Fawns In White Heat~
Flushed Reserved Alluring Pale Pink Cherry Nipples Adorn Her As If Her Body Was More Then Steamy Rabid Lascivious Holiday Feast~
Silhouette Slender Curves Each Take More Then A Lifetime Just Too Consume~
My Eyes Devoured Her Aura Languidly Unquestionably Painfully Wishful Baby Kisses Placed~
All Too Surreal This Goddess Of Lights Neon Magic?s Essence Unchained~
Vixens Sultry Long Stems Nimble As She Prances Inside Time And Even Space~
Sensual Flower Glistening Tiny Beads Garnish Every Honeysuckle Petal Fold Exposed Creme Brulee ?A La Mode ~
Deeper Tensing Pale Mauve Ridges Encircling Dive Inward~
Revealing Crimson Burgundy Creaming Saturated Gleaming Blush~
Candy Cane Twirls She Spins Feast Now Against Each Exotic Curve Along Her Tempestuous Satin Arched Back~
Complex Sculptured Intricate Derrire Purely Luxurious Like Freshly Compressed Winter?s Snow~
Watch Her As She Glances Innocently Towards My Gaze Quickly~
I Become A Child On Christmas Morning And The Child Becomes Me~
Lose Yourself Inside Her Pure Soulful Eyes And Soon You Will Be Taken To A Place Where Only Angels Dare Dream~
She Is The Spirit Of Christmas Itself In Any Of The Four Turning Seasons~
All Inside Her Compassionate Soul Which Radiates Such Majestic Unabashed Joyful Light~
This Is The Gift She Shares With The World~
And It?s The World Which Spins Thankfully In Reverent Glorified Awe~
Once She Asked If I Could Make Her Feel Special ~
All I Could Ever Do Is Just Allow My Eyes To Reflect Her Greater Measure~
When She Smiles Inside Just Me~
She Is The Angel Of Pure Light Itself~
All I Can Whisper As I Open The Gifts Her Celestial Sprint Brings~
Within The Memories Of My Very Own Christmas Dreams~
~Benedicta Tu In Mulieribus Vanilla~
*~Blessed Are You Among Women~*
(Addressed to Mary by her cousin Elizabeth who was herself to become the mother of John the Baptist as reported in the Gospel of St. Luke.)
Always Love~
*~Dalton Anthony~*
aka
~Trinity~
Books:
Autumn Knights
By Dalton AnthonyLast Night I Was Mesmerized Watching Autumn's White Hot Sultry Demon Dance~
My Dark Brooding Eyes Have Witnessed This Spectacular Site Time Yet Time Again~
Just The Very Reality Of My Every Waking Dream~
Each Vivid Dance Even More Dramatic Even More Powerful Then Any One Time Before~
But This Time Was Much Different For Me~
I Was Just Completely In Massive Awe~
Almost as If Wiccan Magic Had Cast Its Most Enchanting Spell~
For I was Very Far Away From Home But This Was No Late Summer Night Dream~
Standing Breathless I Watched Her Under Cloak Of My Own Horrific Escape~
Gazing Inside The Very Center Of Nights Black And Blue Star Speckled Flight~
There Autumn Was In All Her Thunder Fury Dancing Between The Poles~
Of The Devils Own Seductively Alluring~
Full Dripping Maroon Evil Moon~
How This Came To Be I Really Was Quite Morbidly Enthralled~
And For Me This Level Of Dancer's Spirituality~
Very Few Have Ever Attained~
One Thing I Know In My Life For Certain~
Autumn Will Always Be Gloriously Majestic~
In My True Minds Passionate Dominate Dark Eye~
But It Was On This Very Night I Understood~
She Was True Soul Keeper Of Pain Filled Haunting Watching Moon~
Her Luscious Silhouette Sauntered Between Moon?s Silver Poles~
With But Quick Snap Her Slender Firm Hand Grasped At The North~
While Her Other Fingers Caressed Forcefully The South~
And The Moon Roared On Its Axis Like A Wild Stallion Enraged.
Like A Fast Moving Powerful Tempestuous Autumn Storm~
She Vigorously Lecherously Swirled~
Around The Very Center Of Moon's Pole~
She Laughed Wickedly With Her Eyes Deep Inflames~
Just From The Very Playful Thought~
Of Bringing Reaping Weeping Moon's Ellipse~
Down On It's Very Weakened Bloody Knees~
Vigorously She Devoured Sweet Starlight~
As She Conquered Submissive Moon's Pole~
Raising Her Eye Brow In Total Contempt The Way She Sometimes Does~
Challenging Even The Void Of Black Velvet Night~
To Become Something Even More Worthy Then It
Really Even Was~
Flying Around Slave Moon Pole Faster With Superlative Control~
Lifting Her Sculptured Sleek Slender Silky Leg~
Bent Was Her One Luscious Knee~
Her Tiny Toes Held At Fixed Tiger Claw Point~
Like A Wild Ravenous Rabid Bat Craving Human Food~
It Was Only Bloodstained Red Glow Behind Her While She Danced~
Which Kept Me From Fading My Souls Life Quietly Right Away~
Defiantly She Whipped Her Long Dark Mane~
Deeper Against Bitter Sweet Mist Of Very Steamy Night Air~
In Full Licentious Moon Disdain~
She Became The Darkness Against The Underlings~
Of Earths Breaking Twilight~
Delightful Arch Of Feminine Desirable Back~
Never Touched Poles White Hot Flame~
Delectable Mephistopheles Body Slid Slowly Ever Down~
Until Her Pushed Away Nightmares Moved Passed Time And Even Space~
With One Small Mischievous Smile She Rose High~
Voluptuously She Crawled Around Inner Circumference Of Moon Stunned Grace~
Then She Was Gone From My Sight~
Leaving Only Her Deadly Loving Perfume In Her Place~
It Was a Night For Me That I Pray Will Soon Come Again~
There I was Hypnotized By The Sadistically Arrousing Sight~
Of Autumn Licking At Devil?s Own Vixen's Moon~
In A Sea Of Humanity I Glared At Her Erotically Dancing~
It Seemed Like I Was More Dead Then Alone~
But It Was Then I Understood~
Her Dance Was Not For Me Or Even The Rest~
She Danced Only For Her Master~
It Was Her Master Who Was Her King~
She Is Forever Autumn~
There Would Never Be A Fall~
And I~
Was But One!~
Of Her Much Smaller~
Muted Dark Autumn Knights~
By
~Dalton Anthony~
Heroes:
*~Mercedes of Carousels~*
Calliope Sings Softly Blissful Music Box Melody~
Gum Drops And Lollipops Rule Warm Spring Lovers Day~
Swirling Sensual Movements As Her Soulful Harmony Seduces~
Rising Ever Higher Ridding Crystalline Jeweled Pony~
Mesmerizing Swirls She Entrances~
Petite Perfect Circles She Encompasses'
Ribbon Sash Brass Poles Facination~
Endless Enchanting Forever Fragile Succulent May~
Sable Eyes Filled With Wonder Shine Ingeniously As She Saunters~
Within Her Own Gazelle Like Nature?s Bountiful Way~
Lower She Descends Firmly As She Dances Barely Faster~
Inhibitions Begin Slipping Quietly Exquisitely~
Quickly Uniquely Completely Away~
Gliding Proudly Her Miniature Movements As She Rises~
Anew Against Sultry Springtime Spinning Sun~
Coquettish Sparkles She Smiles So Demurely~
Whispering With Beguiling Chocolate Eyes~
Which Lasciviously Sweeps Me Within My Own Warm Waves~
Sumptuous Enigmatically Amusements Wild Carousels Ride~
Dances Between Celestial Illustrious And The Divine~
Picturesque Masterpiece Dancer Of Capricious Brilliance~
Scrumptious Lights Illusion~
Engaging Playful Stance As She Reaches For Golden Rings~
Set Before Her Quintessential Loving Champagne Like Effervescence~
Pirouettes Enclosed In Flashing Neon Magic~
Feel Her Impetuousness As She Undulates Exquisitely~
As She Rides Higher Past The Sublime~
Launching Long Sable Silky Ebony Mane Descending~
Diving Then Quickly Rush Abutting~
Glitter Brass Dancer Poles~
Cotton Candy Softness Against Intimate Voluptuous~
Tawny This Enchantress~
Apparitions Incantation And Now I Can Barely Breathe~
Youthful Child Inside Her Races Unbridled With Fever~
Savouring Each Taste,Each Sight,Each Scent Dear Life Offers~
Faster Brass Carousel Pole Spins Blurring Colors~
Inside Rainbow Storms Then Returning Back Once Again~
Clutching Tightly As She Arches Chemise Lick Able Back~
Harder She Thrusts Pushing Every Dancers Impeccable Graceful Limit~
Until Her Chiffon Coal Black Mane Showers~
Like Twinkling Star Veils Across Deeply
Bronzed Skins~
Warm Velvet Silky Shoulders Heaven~
Sculptured Full Breasts Adorn Lush Almond Molded Nipples~
Hold Firmly As She Carousel Dances~
Slender Waist Taut Spirals Descending~
Flexing Surging In The Midst Of Slow Motion~
Scintillating Voluminous Enticing Derriere~
As If Created By Venus Herself Alluring~
Sirens Aria I Hear Whispering Dream Filled Desires~
Unleashing Rogue Devils Inside Me~
Elongated Stems Superlatively Carved Clench Deliberately~
Glissades Slide Bouress Across Music Box Stage~
My Eyes Fill With Wonder At The Very Sight Of Her Life?s Journey~
At the Very Taste Of Her Scrumptious Caramel Coated Beauty~
She Moves Gleefully Across Each Carousel Along Her Very Life~
It?s Only That I Truly Understand~
As She Smiles Inside My Very Eyes~
Life For Her Is An Extremely Exciting~
Zealous Adventurous Expedition~
As She Searches For That Most Perfect Magical Carousel Ride As She Dances~
Inevitably She Will Find That Place We All Dreamed Of~
When We Were But Children~
A World Which We Know Is Waiting Just For Us~
Somewhere,Some Place Inside Still Time~
Filled With Melodious Delights~
Carousels,Children,Candy Apples Joyful Music~
It Will Be There She Will Find~
Her Happily Ever After~
As For Me~
The Old Romantic Male That I Am~
My Favorite Carousel Ride No Matter What Season~
Is Right Inside Her Gorgeous Star Filled~
Soulful Eyes~
It's When She Smiles So Brightly~
For The World Around Her~
It's The World Which Smiles~
With Such A Glorious Radiance~
Just For Me~
By~
*~Dalton Anthony~*Jules: "There's a passage I got memorized.
Ezekiel 25:17.
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you. I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin': it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men.
But I'm tryin', Ringo.
I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~Ma Mignonette~Mais ces âmes rares dont l'esprit entre comme par magie dans les coeurs des hommes, le congé derrière eux quelque chose plus vraie et chaudement personnel que physiquement la présence, une chose inexprimable et éternelle. C'est la vie éternelle nous touchant en tant que quelque chose davantage qu'un concept vague et obscur. Le bruit d'un grand nom meurt comme un écho ; le splendor de la renommée se fane dans rien ; mais la grace d'un esprit fin infiltre les endroits par lesquels il a passé, comme l'amabilité de hantise du mignonette. -- James Thurber"Like Candles
Against The Darkness"
By
Dalton AnthonyYou are not alone.~
We as a people all share this tragic pain.~
Across this great land this family of man.~
We as a people truly care, truly suffer, truly bleed.~
In this hour of your own urgent needs.~
We as a family feel your anguish as we feel you bleed.~
All your tears and each of your new found horrific fears.~
All the great confusions within your broken hearted troubled minds.~
All the anger the bitterness even all the rage.~
We are here for you.~
With all of our compassionate hearts.~
Our empathy becomes our own sensitive loving ears.~
All the sadness.~
Each lost hope, every stolen fresh unborn remembered dream.~
Empty souls begin healing in all their unforgettable names.~
Rejoice in our true Savior's name.~
Open your hearts and share what you can't bear.~
See with your very own eyes.~
What you felt, what you feel, what you know is truth.~
And even more what you know is the surreal.~
We are here for you.~
Even if you need nothing more.~
Then the pure silent times.~
Of our loving warm sensitive embrace.~
We are here for you.~
Supporting you in every way.~
That you as our family~
Could honestly ever need.~
Sheltering your love in ways you never thought you desired.~
Sheltering your souls even against the rain.~
Everything which happens in each of our lives.~
Makes us who and what we are as it becomes us.~
Not only for today.~
But for each and everyone of our new hopeful.~
Brighter futures for our own tomorrows.~
Everything happens for a reason this I know to be real.~
Even though the reasons may not always be clear.~
We will have faith in Our Lord,"In God we Trust."~
We will believe what we cannot even begin to understand.~
Ever fathom, even wish or even ever dream.~
We will hold each memory for a lifetime.~
From every memory goodness we trust will come.~
We will cry but we will always remember.~
The impact, the courage, every inspiration.~
All the wisdom.~
Each soul showered upon our own small troubled lives.~
We will smile as we always remember.~
They will live now like the immortals.~
Inside us always and forever.~
We will carry on with our lives.~
Stronger with their memory.~
The way they would have wanted us to.~
Demanding us that we live.~
We will strive to be the best we can be.~
Like bright candles against the darkness.~
We will learn and we will hope, will will have faith~
We will fight for peace, we will love and we will pray.~
And we will do it for them and for our children.~
And for our children's children and for us.~
We will do it for mankind.~
In God's name.~
And we will make this world a better place.~
For all of us to live.~
And we will we hold faith.~
That the power of the Lord's Light.~
Will always be brighter.~
Then bleak despairs empty darkness.~
We will help heal the broken hearts.~
By healing the troubled broken spirits.~
Of those also in pain.~
We will reach out our hands and heal those troubled souls.~
In this way we will also be healed and then restored.~
We will remember the love and forgiveness of the Lord.~
As we move forward into His Light.~
As His most imperfect creations.~
We will without question try and live His Word~
And we will never as a family.~
Ever fail our brothers or sisters.~
When those who face evil scream out in fear.~
Demanding our souls into our own silent tearful prayers.~
Like candles against the darkness.~
We will once again prevail.~
Turning night back again.~
Into a much more glorious.~
New and brighter hope filled day.~
For today we are all Hokies.~
Each in our own.~
Very special way.~
By
Dalton AnthonyStill a bit rough but from my heart..
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"Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well.
Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really.
How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it?
Perhaps four or five time more. Perhaps not even that.
How many times will you watch the full moon rise?
Perhaps twenty.
And yet it all seems limitless."
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