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Chemistry
by 1musicman
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Chemistry
is ethereal and
Ephemeral,
It’s the connection of atoms,
Peptides and particles and
A nucleus on a path to
Another;
It’s contained in the mixture
Of elemental substances
And it can derive from
The mere rubbing of particles
Against each other;
Ah, yes chemistry,
It is all these things and so much more
It is Yin and yang
And the electricity
Of life and also of love
The exchange of words
The negotiation
Of substance and emotion;
The beaded sweat on a brow
And in the appeal of a gesture
And it can be in the giving
Of a flower as well,
It’s the spark between lovers
And the birth of desire
The second lips touch
when feelings arise;
chemistry is in the moment of parting as well
the instant of goodbye
and the feelings left behind
the shards of what once was
Chemistry
Is the music we love
And the poetry that speaks to us
In our souls,
The ultimate repositories of all
Chemistry,
Remember that first kiss?
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Comment...
by Ancient117331
©
There
are times when all any person can do is cry -
times when our world seems to be falling apart,
breaking at all the seams - ending without reason...
and sometimes we even pray - to die.
Times when we just KNOW there will never be a tomorrow...
and yet there is - a tomorrow,
and another and another... and still we live.
How? - in the deepest, 'blackest' moments
we could never have imagined - til now.
We grieve (as may be) for what was lost within
...the innocence and sense of wonder -
the 'hope' we knew, our now 'so silly' dreams,
our self worth - pride, smiles - our 'selves';
for what was lost outside
...the very sunlight turned cold and dark -
we found the reality of a true 'nothing'.
Life IS NOT fair, living hurts so very awesomely -
continually in the most unforeseeable ways.
Tears WILL fall and hearts break
within all the myriad of manners and moments -
for reasons that touch us all.
We survive - when we do - as we do - by growing...
becoming aware of ourselves and others - truly aware,
by giving what we can - as ONLY we can,
by reaching beyond our own little world
of intolerable pain and impenetrable 'black' -
we find healing... and the 'forgetfulness' of time.
We learn somehow to dream again...
releasing the angers, frustrations,
fears, and hurts.
We find 'trust' and 'faith' and 'truth'
and come to realize we aren't alone – after all...
we ARE only ourselves, each unique and individual -
and 'special' in ways we've only just begun to realize.
We are 'human' - with 'frailties...
born with pain by acts of love -
dying from birth -
sharing this world and life -
dreamers one and all.
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Computer Love...
by *Snatch
©
Feeling
lonesome?
No one home?
You don't have to be alone...
The Internet can take care of that..
go online and find a chat.
Anyone...you can be,
online no one's gonna see.
Add inches to your height,
make yourself much thinner..
Who's to know if your not
really such a winner?
Computer language is not complex..
you can even change your age or sex.
Just be care with whom you meet,
while you sit there in your seat.
Talking of love and lust,
careful who it is you trust.
Adult chat can delight
it can also easily ignite...
Think you met someone you like?
Are you sure they've been true?
It may turn out that in 'real life'
that perfect man has a wife..
or that woman your falling for..
has a hubby behind the door.
Make certain you know their intent
before you think their heaven sent!
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Dance With Me
by Ellisyn
©
Arms
entangled, cheek to chest, hips to thighs, and ribs to breasts, chin to
shoulder, knee to knee, come over here... and dance with me.
Heart to heart, and soul to soul, I'll kiss your lips, and make you whole.
Laugh to lips, and hand to hand, I'll let you in, to understand.
Love so tender, love adu, come over here... I'll dance with you.
Here in my arms, I'll make you see, come over here... and Dance With
Me....
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Daydreams...
by Ancient117331
> ©
Colours,
a kaleidoscope of colour...
such shapes,
formed movement so brightly sensed
and so lightly touching upon fingers extended
inside my dreams.
Reaching, wishing, wanting...
always the dreaming -
this desire for what we see,
the dreams of what we hadn't known,
the hope that what was lost returns,
the what could have beens 'if only'...
the need to be more... always more
than who we are... what we are.
Love? A frozen blaze of time -
always remembered by the inner eyes...
a brush halted in mid stroke -
awaiting shared completion
seldom found because...
we couldn't wait,
we didn't pause,
we wouldn't 'see' with the inner sight...
we feared rejection and
sometimes - acceptance;
so we wouldn't, couldn't,
even dare to reach.
Smiles? Cheshire grins
from a seamless black...
swirling, swirling, all a mix
of gleaming white and
ivory tones... distant
then so near - touching... but apart.
Each just a silent roar echoing far,
hurting - soothing - flowing
near, over, under, around, and through.
Giving - with feeling -
a fearless sense of what we are,
til all that remains
is what we were... before.
Awakening to the feel
of a burning tear
ever so quietly falling,
falling and falling and falling...
to join all the others softly leaked,
bled in the night
or quiet daylight.
All squeezed from the heart
by what could never be...
yet so often seen, heard, felt,
touched, tasted... wanted...
by such as we.
Such is life... even death...
a poignant parody of paradox,
a 'sightless' vision of tasted colour,
reality's dreams in unending themes
of wishes, wants, and desires...
of what might have come,
or stayed, or left... or remained...
if 'only'
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