The cruelty of incarceration is worse in the absence of a crime or victim. The only criminal is the jailer.
The cruelty of incarceration is worse in the absence of a crime or victim. The only criminal is the jailer.
The song that I sing and the dream that I dream, Comes from within the deepest valleys of my mind Where rivers of love merge before reaching the estuary, And glow like bioluminescent beaches in the night. The song is the universal and eternal song of love, And the dream is the everlasting dream of …
Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud …
The exiled Scot Is never free From the attachment To the land of their birth The heart can love Anywhere in the world, But the exiled soul Yearns for home The call of home, once a whisper Becomes louder every day I am not going home to die I am going home to live
When I was drowning in a sea of emotional pain, I always made it to the shore, but somehow, I would get swept out to sea again. Each time I survived, the storm within me calmed, but eventually the wind would pick up again, and blow me further out than before. The …
Sweet drops of bliss Emanate from your lips Giving me euphoria and Melting all my problems The sparkle in your eyes Reflect the flickering candle As we gaze upon each other With a captivated fascination Why are we here? What is the purpose of life? The answer is a simple one To love, …
Love is like the wind, It blows into emptiness And plants the seeds That grow into happiness.
Where does hate get us? Nowhere, Hate is a prison. Where does love get us? Everywhere, Love is freedom.
I fear not death, and when the time is right, I will welcome it and embrace it like a long-lost friend, and we will walk into the valley where the shadows softly whisper my name for the final time.
When you touch a heart Your heart will be touched When you shed a tear A tear will be shed for you When you reach out for love Love will be waiting for you
The high ground is safe, above all the turmoil, away from the collective angst. Secure from the hordes below, and separated from the gregarious followers of the trends. Casting one eye along the valley and the other to the sky, watching and waiting For the light of dawn to shine on the truth, and …
The love that we share is no ordinary love, It is an inseparable love that will never die. Our relationship will not be marred by external influences From humans, finances or divorce lawyers. Our loyalty to each other is indelible And our souls are entwined in a bond that can never be torn apart.
When the clock approaches 12 And I am all alone waiting For the sound of the bell And you walk right in to my arms Teasing pleasing and resplendent, Kissing holding touching moaning Pleasing smiling and promising, Another year of your magical spell
The touch of your tears on my face never left me. Your pain was my pain, when I hurt you, I hurt myself even more. The feeling when we reconciled brought joy into my sadness And the touch of your lips created an indelible memory of the moment. When a broken love is …
You said I did not give all of me to you. You were right; I kept some of me in reserve. The reserve was an island to escape to in the event of separation. I made the mistake of relenting and giving you all of me. When the hurt of separation came, it thundered down …
Come to me when the night is lonely And dream of faraway places Where teardrops dry in the sun. Allow the cool gentle breeze of twilight time To penetrate the corners of your mind And blow away bad memories forever. Then you can become free from The dark lingering clouds of sadness That prevent you …
When I look into your eyes I see the swans in the lake As they dance in a synchronised ballet. I see glistening dew drops on white roses That evaporates to meet the birds in the sky. When I touch your lips There is a sensuous softness, That creates gentle sparks Of resonating pleasure That …
Fall into my dreams and I will whisper sweet words of everlasting love. Fall into my arms and I will hold you strongly and caress you gently. Come to me swiftly when your hunger for passion awakens, For this is when the sea will rise up to meet the sky And I will love you …
I caressed her lips with the succulence of the rose dew moisture and she said yes – always.
If hurt was water, I would have drowned a long time ago.
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