They call me...

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They called me names
derided me
nothing stuck to me
Wasn't perturbed
but disturbed yes.
Time passed and
brought me
a realization.
Voluptuous I was
and that was a blessing
fires burned deep inside me
passions erupted high up
Every cell ached to express
to unite to consume and be 
consumed.
They call me still
by names all
and I smile
and I carry on regardless.

Curvy but not crooked

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It is the rough and the rugged
the curvy but not the crooked
that I love to handle.
The textured touch
the crusty bark
the elegant twist
and the soft spread
- isn't that what life
is.
To caress the trunk
is to meditate
on life
unmindful of
the snakes
in the grass.

I am lost

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Laden with gifts
life is a burden
to be borne.
Guard the gifts
shield them
care for them
adorn them and 
wrap them.
Scared of the scars
you stop using them
What use is a life 
that only earns 
admiration
but no real love
or warmth?
Lost am I
with all these gifts
filling up my 
life.

I can't....do you?

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So many fights
so many grouses
tiffs, taunts and hurts.
You cursed and kicked
I spat and stormed out
and yet you came back
and I made up and
we made love
again
and again.
I can't believe it...
...do you?
Who knows what
we will do with
each other
again....
I can't think of it
....do you?

A life of passion

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Do you really have to 
think so much
to respond now?
Mine is a life lived
with passion
I share with abandon
I delight with union
and I hold no grudges
and no hopes.
I know tomorrow is 
yet another day
and I know mine
is a life lived with
devotion to the 
only life giving force.

There is still...

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True, the world abounds in hard nuts
and macho men throw their weight around
Wonder how women fall for some pigs
and suffer torture and betrayals and yet
carry on giving love and loyalty
There is something soft and graceful
still in this world, like this sand
it doesn't claim to be either a rock or a wave
of the ocean.
And there still are women, thank God
and there is still Grace
to leave things as they are.

Do you think you can...

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My mind is clear
after Grace washed out 
all hurts and grudges
and Guts purged regrets
with an inner glow.
Told I was that
it showed up on my face
and I can feel it in every pore -
so light, so bright and so bursting.
You think you can
let bygones be bygones
and yet light the flame
of love yet again?

The wild flower

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Do you know
- but how would you - 
the power of the 
wild flowers?
As you bustle your way through
them
you get on to 
another plane of existence
your insides burst open
your nostrils flare up to take in
fresh air
and you leave behind
all regrets, all sins
and all gratitude to
the power of convention
and you breathe free and light
and pure and shining.

Rocks and caves

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Rocks and caves
guard the spirit
of solitude
when one is
true only to oneself
and the whole world
stands still.
I am carved from that
mettle
and can hear the rocks
sing from their heart
the only true
notes of
union.

If only you will..

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If only you had
realised
that inside
my flesh
throbbed a real person,
you would be something
else.
Lusting for the flesh
you lost it.
Passions ride my
desires too
but I know where
to take them.
I am but an instrument
and you too are one
for that cosmic orchestra
to play out
its symphonies.
If only you will 
listen to the call
of the yonder....

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Light I need...

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Light I need
not to see the way ahead
but for every pore of me
to become eyes.
I want to take in all
of beauty and wonder
inside me
and float in the clouds
of love and then
be the rain that
showers life
on the parched earth
left ravaged by
demons of the mind.

Softly they...

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Softly they fade
like the light at dusk
the regrets and the hurts
and when the night falls
it is only the stars
that light up the sky
like my mind that
only counts
kisses, hugs
and
embraces
softly.
I rise slowly
to touch the stars
softly
very softly.

And then you...

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At the crossroads
of comfort and convention
and of freedom and turbulence
frozen I stood, frozen
coming as I did
from shelters
built over centuries.
And then you
took me by surprise
into your arms
and I melted
into your warmth
throbbing to an eternal
rhythm,
how can I 
be the same?

What it was..

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What it was 
that held me 
spellbound?
The call from
the depth
of my fleshly
yearnings?
the vastness
opening up
from the 
divine union?
The hurtling down
the valley
only to be 
borne on
to the clouds 
of heaven?
What it was
that I am still
hoping 
against hope
to fathom?

Left wondering

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I am left
wondering
what it did to me
to be involved
past the rush
of excitement
to lose the light
for a search in the dark.
There a promise
made to myself
threw me down
the stairs of the present
into a nothingness.
Hitting cold bottom
me here
and I am left wondering.

I'll remember...

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I'll remember
how lightly you held
me
how sprightly was
my spirit
how tender were
the waves
of love
that caressed
our hearts 
and how quickly
time sped past
our destinies.
I'll remember
how tightly you held
me
before night passed
into a new dawn.

It isn't always

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It isn't always
that life passes by
and you aren't able to
catch what it has gifted
you.
Life is gushing
all over me
I am in a whirl
Memories shoot up
to dock with
fantasies in outer space
Sparks light up
inner recesses
of my heart and body
I am turning into
a ball of energy
bouncing off
nothing but the space
filled with a nameless
joy.

It's a great joy...

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Life is fun
and nature is
great
at throwing
challenges.
My naughtiness
shields me
and I revel
in mixing
rawness with
the cold
and the concrete
ever so softly.

Gentle is the breeze...

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Gentle is the breeze
and gentle the light
delicate are the flowers
and delicate the skin
heart is aflutter
and aflutter the tresses
words rise from the heart
and lips open up
life is a gentle flow
and my gaze is still.

How I wish...

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How I wish life could be
simpler
words expressing
true feelings
deeds serving
true intent
touch conveying
true care
and love demanding
nothing but
acceptance.

Deep down....

Antanas Karbaukas on photodom.com

The surface calm
belies the simmering within
but I have allowed
hurts and regrets
to settle down at
the bottom
but delve I must
into those mysteries
of all that made
me yearn, turn and
twist in the flow of life.
My flow?
Still waters beckon me
these days.

Tough it is....

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It is tough
but not hard
to be soft to yourself.
I lean for support
knowing my vulnerabilities
but walk I can
alone in the wilderness
pathlessly
with slender beginnings
to celebrate my 
expanse.
But it is tough
to heed the call
to bare my soul
to my self.

Your ways are

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I thought
and I believed
you are going to be
with me for ever.
Short was the company
but great the warmth.
Your grace abounded.
Some light in wilderness
Some comfort in the biting cold
and then you turn away.
Like they did.
My landscape is desolate
but my spirit is not flagging.
Come discover the warmth
of my spirit and hearth.

In ripeness....

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When fullness meets ripeness
So many possibilities open up
and you still want
me to remain
in bounds
very carefully wrought
in times past
and ages bygone
It's so warm out there
and you want me to turn cold!

There is music...

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I hear the music
that comes from
the stirring of your soul,
O rocks!
You have stood
weathering many a storm
your exterior
Gusts chipped away
You faced it all.
Tides crossed you not
and waves beat a hasty retreat.
You know not
any venom
only singing
in the breeze
and music in the heart.