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Littles story….

“Tell me a story.” He said.

So she said his name.

He took a sideways glance, “Short story…” He mused.

She smiled. “There was One. But it wasn’t really One. It was missing a slight piece, so it was less than One.”

He look across again, wondering if she would continue.

“It spent it’s life being content to be less than One. Never quite being whole. But the world never noticed. And so One spent life looking whole on the outside but finding it’s self lacking on the inside.”

He was quiet. “That’s quite a sad story.” He finally said.

She looked up at him. “One gave up hope of ever finding the missing piece to make its self complete.”
“But fate and destiny are strange. When one gave up? The missing piece entered Ones life.”

“And does One feel whole now?” He smiled.

“Yes.”
“One is finally complete. No missing piece. One is now whole.”

“You are silly.” He smiled ☺

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Random thoughts…

There are times

My thoughts get the better of me,

Times I think I should

Set you free,

But then we’d lose

Both me and you,

This love is worth it

The hard times to,

In loving you I’ve

Come to see,

There’s a well

Inside of me,

One that loves you

Endlessly,

My missing piece

Searched my whole life through,

I always felt empty

Until I found you…

Love and doubt and love

My heart is in pieces

all tattered and torn,

Scars I have many

these walls they adorn,

I see you

like a shining light,

A beacon of hope

in my dark of night,

Dreams they engulf me

bring me shattering down,

Doubt like a tidal wave

making me drown,

But love pure love

so solid and true,

Brings me again

to rise before you….

.x.

~….The gift….~

Imagine your hopes and desires

take them and times them by ten,

Take all your dreams for the future

to the past and then present again,

Add sweet dash of magic

stir it with truest loves kiss,

A pinch of the softest caress

the moment of eternal bliss,

Pour it in a heart of glass

the fragility and hope of new,

And if you can imagine it all

then you’ll know how I feel about you….

.x.

See the magic….

Think of a wondrous wonderland

of colours red golden green,

So many sights to entice you

of things unspoken unseen,

Of pixies dancing

the night away,

The owls fly low

moon beams out to play,

And in the clearing

in the wood,

The wise old oak

so silent stood,

A lonesome stag

stands by his side,

A bond of trust

nature turns tide,

The oak so old

a testament to time,

His generations grow around him

wisdom passed down the line,

The stag walks to

the waters edge,

A solitary figure

upon the rocky ledge,

He takes a drink

as eyes dart around,

Ears pricked up

unfamiliar sound,

Campers laughing

thin smoke in the wood,

They’ve no idea at the magic

its misunderstood,

The campers settle down

it’s been a long day,

Night owl screeches loudly

passes on his way,

Over the trees

low over valley,

Into the town

atop post in dark alley,

The alley is lit

from street lights cast glow,

Hiding the undesired

the forgotten of life’s flow,

But within the forgotten

there’s magic to see,

And they know of natures beauty

of all it can be,

For the forgotten see

with untainted eye,

The magic of life

the rest of us pass by….

.x.

Thoughts….

Your my pleasure

Your my pain,

Spin me in circles

Your such a drain,

The more I lose

The more I gain,

Tell me what

Your gonna do,

I’m so wound up

So into you,

All through the day

you do burn bright,

Set yourself on fire

see the light,

Oh sail away

on seven sea,

Run from a storm

you can’t break free,

From flame filled eyes

look at the dawn,

The light chase shadows

across the morn,

And through this new day

you will burn bright,

Burning embers in your eyes

to bring comfort and warmth at night….

.x.

She wasn’t made like the rest

no she wasn’t made that way,

The blackness the battles within her

for she kept her demons at bay,

Surrounding herself in the icy cold

none she let through to her heart,

She kept it surrounded by forests

a warmth many fires it could start,

A warrior her words

were her blade,

Her shield

something she had made,

No she wasn’t like the rest

she was a black rose,

Her mind filled with promises

and prose,

No she wasn’t

like the rest,

To a Knight

she would’ve been a mere test,

But her heart

was found by a King,

No easy feat

no easy thing,

And that’s where the

story does start,

This King

he found her heart,

No she wasn’t like the rest

sharp thorns so full of prose,

She wasn’t like the rest

Those velvet depths

hidden in a plain black rose….

.x.

I long to taste

your finger tips,

The sweet sensation

of your lips,

To tightly wrap

my arms around,

The depth of your heart

the only sound,

Feeling the heat

come off your skin,

You your sweetest

sexy sin,

~….Earth….~

Tonight I watched 

as the soft sheets of rain fell,

My thoughts they swirled a vortex

but on many did I dwell,

I watched as the plume of smoke left my lips

and carried off by the wind,

I looked to the sky

the only judge that I’ve sinned,

My thoughts they spun

to which I’d rather be,

The softest of rain

or the wind wild and free,

My thoughts turned to the elements

to nature and more,

Each one impressive

not like the one before,

My innermost being Earth

this I know,

The scars of the past and yet still

she does grow,

To be kissed by the warmth

of the sun in the sky,

Caressed by the rain

with the softest of sigh,

Hear the song of the wind

like the call of a child,

And still she grows 

strength untamed free spirited and wild….

.x.

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