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Paths of Destiny© The Original Works of "The Rose" Memories©
With This Rose With
this rose I give to thee The
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Thinking
of You As
I sit here thinking of you tonight The
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The
Flight The
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DREAM
WORLD A peaceful world inside your mind A world of dreams and pretty things Where eagles soar on golden wings
Live your fantasies free from strife Allow your dreams to come to life Dream of me and I'll be there Deep within your heart somewhere
Up where silver clouds abound, The carefree flight of a single dove, I'll be waiting there my love.
Waiting for a spirit freed, Of body, mind, and earthly need. Come
to me my love and soar, And live in peace, forevermore... The
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The
Ascent I
stood in the doorway, waiting, wondering. I was nervous, afraid of blundering.
Staring
at the city, but not really seeing, Immunized by senses heightened by feeling.
Suddenly,
you stepped from the shadows, smiling, You acknowledged my presence with a wave so beguiling.
Your
attention strayed as you continued your search, For your stairway to heaven, my lofty perch.
As
we met face to face I could see in your eyes, The hunger for passion you could not disguise.
As
our lips slowly met we were bathed in the fire, In hormonal rage, we were blind with desire.
Garments
asunder we touched and embraced, Each contact electric sensations we chased.
Swept
away to our garden of pleasure unseen, Mountains, and valleys, and forests of green.
My
desire as a bastion arose from the flames, Grotto moist and beckoning, my passion claims.
And
we climbed every spire, every peak, summit bound, We climbed to the heavens, never leaving the ground.
The
minions surged forth from their sanctuary within, Charging
into the depth of the darkness therein.
And
as slowly we descended through misty cloud, Sated
and quenched, our connection avowed.
To
revel in the pleasure of passions spent, And
partake of emotion from a pool of content. The
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The
Lights on the River
As
I drove toward home I reflected on the days events. I
thought of needs fulfilled and passions spent. I
thought of satisfaction tainted with egotistical pride. I
passed the usual turn and kept on driving, still pondering, questioning. What
drives a soul to seek that which he already possesses? Is
it to taste of vintage wine? I
didn't have the answers, only more questions. I
only knew that it doesn't seem right to deny the basics of existence. As
I drove on, looking inside myself for the answers, I caught a fleeting movement
from the corner of my eye. A
deer, intent on it's path, oblivious to danger, suddenly stepped into the glare
of my headlights. As
I swerved and braked hard the deer tried as desperately to reverse it's forward
momentum as I. So
close that I could see the confusion in it's eyes, the flare of nostrils, the
sudden realization that harm was eminent. Suddenly
it was clear as I witnessed the most basic of emotions in us both, fear. By
a breath it seemed we passed, seemingly hours, but mere seconds, and I felt
elation at having spared life and limb. One
of God's creatures, sublime in it's beautiful pristine existence. I
kept driving until finally I could drive no further, the road ending high above
the river. I
shut off the engine and sat there quietly for a while, lost in thought. And
as I sat staring at the lights on the river, I suddenly felt an overwhelming
urge. To
shed myself of society's garb and bask in the glory of just being... To
feel the soft winds caress my body, to stretch out my arms to the heavens and
feel...alive. As
I did so I suddenly felt renewed, as though for a fleeting moment, all of the
glory on earth was mine. Nothing
else mattered, nothing else existed, just me, the wind, and the lights on the
river. As
I stood, arms outstretched, smiling, feeling, being, I came to terms with me, my
most meaningful critic...
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Moondance
As
autumn fades slowly into winter
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Such
a Long Time Such
a long time Since
I've seen your face, Caught
your eye, felt your touch, Shared
your space... If
I close my eyes I
can smell your scent See
your smile, catch the sparkle In
your eyes, just a hint Yet
still I can taste The
fire that we share, Feel
the passion, catch the rush Distinctive
and rare. And
I cling to desire For
to see once again The
return of my kindred My
Lover, My Friend... The
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2001, Virgil G. Richards
The Dark Side of Memories Come, whisper shadows where shadows fall not Follow our voices they say, but for what?
Let us show you they plead, the places you've been You've been there before, let us take you again.
Let us show you the past, faded fragments of thought, Faded roses, wisps of smoke, the paths that you sought.
They whisper 'Do not fear', you will come to no harm, They say, 'Feel not the cold, we will keep you warm'.
As I listen, do I wonder, should I stand my ground? Should I follow as they beckon? Am I honor bound?
Should I fear? They say 'Nay', Should I shiver with cold? Should I follow these voices? Should I be so bold?
And yet as I wonder, should I find myself drawn, Entranced by the voices of my memories spawn.
As I tread paths of destiny, paths of roses, paths of thorn, Memories fraught with desires, burdened memories that mourn.
Memories abandoned, overshadowed by time, The dark side of memories, these memories of mine.... The Rose 03012001700PM Copyright 2001 Virgil G. Richards Hard toFind
You
know, a true friend is so hard to find The Rose 04162001800AM
© 2001 Virgil G. Richards Your Wish
I
was taken by your smile The
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2000 Virgil G. Richards
Reflections Reflections Continued For the Children The Darkside The Published Works
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