I lost my mind today… and I know exactly where it went

In places far away from reality… where there was peace of mind

Walking through pastures of green… some may say, God’s country

Where things are simple… and trust was easy

Fear was not needed… and joy was not missed

I lost my mind today… in the neurosis of idealism

And rested my thoughts from the in… sanity of reality

Touching the strength of compassion… gentleness of truth

With the freedom of the heart… which was not shamed to hide

I lost my mind today… thank goodness!

© 1996 Rosebud

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Updated: Sunday, 5 July 2009 1:34 PM MDT

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I am the unknown…

Possibilities, actions and thoughts.

I am what could be, but isn’t.

I am what is, yet rather not be.

I bring you to the point of blame,

Or love to hate.

I am the different, the same, the strange,

The misunderstood.

I am what you lost,

What you cannot have,

Or have to lose.

I am your mother, your father,

Your sister, your brother,

The next-door neighbor,

Or the person you’ve never met.

I am when you’re right,

And when you’re wrong.

I am what you believe to be,

Without being.

I am what you cannot understand.

I am the shadows you create,

And the light shown on what you dare not see.

I am the control, you cannot have.

I am the bringer of nightmares and destroyer of dreams,

Come true.

I am reality you cannot bare

And the fantasy you cannot hide.

I am what was and can never be.

I am the driver of your desires,

That keeps you at arms length of arrival.

I’m the hope bringer to all your wishes,

To drain them away.

I am the truth that projects the lies.

I am the friend you hold on to,

And the lover you push away.

I am what you think is,

Yet isn’t.

I am what you make,

That wasn’t.

I am the monster under the bed,

The thunder, the flame.

I am the freedom to do anything,

And the boundaries to do nothing.

I am your own mind, working against you.

I am their mind, working against you.

I am, you, that runs from sanity.

I am the giver whose there to take.

I am what you take,

In fear of being taken.

I am the bargainer, the traitor, the shyster,

The thief, the honest man.

I am the celebration of victory,

The shame of defeat.

I am lust and loneliness.

I am what keeps you alive,

And kills your heart and soul.

I am what lusts for you.

I am for your own damn good.

I am your scapegoat.

I am what you are,

And what you aren’t.

I am what you fear.

I am FEAR!!!

You breed me, you feed me,

And you cast stones at me in fear.

© 1998 Rosebud

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Updated: Sunday, 5 July 2009 1:32 PM MDT

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Upon the sweet grass bearing Eternity

I merge with the Mist beyond the Veil

Again to dance with the rhythm of Time

The moment of gracefully flowing sounds heard

Through the ears of the Spirit

The Land of Summer that never ends

That existed before All beginnings

There I am One with my love

Free and boundless

Dancing through the grassy hills and rich forest

Tasting the senses

Flying with the wind

Melding in the fertilities of the soil

In motion within the spring of Antiquity

Glowing by the fires of passion

Emanating the radiance of unsurpassable joy

My smiles beam from my face and twinkles the light in my eyes

The Mist enraptures my essence in a shear white gown

As I dance in steps of Unity

The Mist cascades about my Being and the song birds of wholeness

Charm the melody of music

Every thirst is quenched with the nectar Divine

Being with the Creation of Love

That embellishes me with kisses

That tantalizes and completes Desire

Sweetly floating about, like confetti, are the fragrances

Petals shower and inhaled with my breath

Forever and Always… I am Home… for this is the Land

That sets my Soul free… returning to the Innocence

Released in the Magickal Child within Eternity

Embraced with All that loves

I am Home now

In the Realm of Faerey

 © 1995 Rosebud

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When you weep ... I feel it

When you are full of joy ... I feel it

When you have been deceitful ... I feel it

When you tell a lie ... I feel it

When you hate ... I feel it

When you have stress ... it is my stress

When you ... are close ... I am whole

When you are far away ... I feel alone

When I trust you are ok ... I know it

It's not just that I love ... you

That you have become a part of me

If any harm comes to you ...

It would harm me ...

I would take that on ... for you are

As much to my life ... as my own being

When I am close ... When you are near

And our hearts are still ... There could not be more

For me ... It is the doorway to paradise

In which I would want to never abandon

But... I may not have a choice

I lose a part of me ... and feel it

Every time you leave ... and could never feel such bliss

Than when you touch me ... with the core of your being

© 1995 Rosebud

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Love in Vain

Only thing to do

As there is no rain

to quench the thirst in you

Love in Vain

Sickle to stem

Petals fall while thorns remain

Hard and sharp

yet break away

Love in Vain

What else to do?

Dreams refrained

beckon the light of dawn

that dies

© 1998 Rosebud

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And at the waking moment of your dreams,

Do you think of her and smile, a warm smile,

Laughing at the humor, and crying with the heartache.

When you are near to a world of chaos,

Can you rest your mind in her arms, and rest,

And voicing the words of frustration, calming the fear.

In the shadows of doubt, do you place trust,

In that she gives to you the whole of herself,

Embracing living and life, and passing of time.

Remembering   Forgetting   Forgiving   Making

And at the waking moment of your dreams,

Do you think of her and close your eyes, and dream,

Laughing at the humor, and crying with the heartache.

Or do you keep your eyes open, seeing through the chaos,

Letting her rest her mind in your arms, and rest,

And voicing the words of frustration, and calming fear.

In the shadows of doubt, can she place trust.

In that you give to her the whole of yourself,

Embracing living and life, and the passing of time.

Remembering   Forgetting   Forgiving   Making

Then when the waking dream is reality, still dream,

Having warm smiles, and smile, laughing at the humor,

Crying with the heartache, resting within each other’s arms.

Trusting the whole of each other, loving each other

Remembering   Forgetting   Forgiving   Making

© 1996 Rosebud

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Updated: Sunday, 5 July 2009 1:11 PM MDT

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© 1997 Rosebud

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Updated: Sunday, 5 July 2009 12:56 PM MDT

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.....for it would not be the ordinary way

Upon the bathroom floor
knelt down to my knees
in grace and praise
And to your eyes
my words would pour out
                                                                       Glub...Glub...Glub

To kiss your hand
then request a vow
to share what we've built
Together in happiness
with desire and joy
tending the tears and more
Wed with me I plee
for with you
beauty and love enhances life
Pledge with me
as I would you
wed with me, be my wife
And as you smile
in the shower stall
you reply,
                                                                    Glub...Glub...Glub

So, I bowed out
and took a sponge
then cleaned off the ring.

                            Rubber Ducky

© 1998 Rosebud

Posted by rosebuds_garden at 11:59 AM MDT

Updated: Sunday, 5 July 2009 12:00 PM MDT

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In the Matters of Cumming & Goings

...heated sumptuous spewed fleshy fluid stream lusciously lude deeply dank inside my madness which will obtusely awaken awareness imbedded incestuously beside soul sister's passionate partakings reverting taboo temptations malignantly merging lips quiveringly quote contrived cumpassions purged anatomically adept engrossing envisions of vomited virtuosity grabbing gore from twin tongues horrifically hollowing dredges withheld within silent screams unheard echoing edges sweetly surrendering just desserting delights balanced between yesterday's nagging nightmares and ambiguous obsessions extremely excelling intensely intimate enchantments designed daringly to tantalize your stormy spirit from forgotten kingdoms ostracizing orgasmic urgencies unexposed zealotry welcoming wantonness abducting ambrosiac nectar frothing from yoni yearnings pleasantly amazing adornment enjoying ecstasy perpetually creating cohesive origins of Xanadu

 

© 1997 Rosebud & Wilder

Posted by rosebuds_garden at 11:58 AM MDT

Updated: Sunday, 5 July 2009 11:58 AM MDT

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To Give Love

 

In the sparkling sunlight, we laid on a blanket,

talking of memories and dreams, drinking coffee,

you gave me your love, and I gave you my love.

 

 Under the stars, walking through a riverbed,

listening to the silence, and painful loss,
you gave me your love, and I gave you my love.

 

 Naked and sweaty, feeding each other strawberries,

licking the juice that trickles down the skin,
you gave me your love, and I gave you my love.

 

 Packing boxes, moving out of town,

heading to a new life, saying good-bye,
you gave me your love, and I gave you my love.

 

 Opening the door, in a white satin nightgown,

a small flower, falling in love shown in the eyes,
you gave me your love, and I gave you my love.

 

 After all was said and done, you left the room,

hand in hand with another, happiness on your face,
you gave me your love, and I gave you my love.

 

 Playing Gin Rummy, eating fresh baked gingersnaps,

story telling of W.W.II, playing music of the newest band, 

you gave me your love, and I gave you my love.

 

 Standing in a parking lot, pondering choices,

a man walked by, and told us he saw,
you gave me your love, and I gave you my love.

 

 At a restaurant, eating brie and green apples,

before a concert, making bonds of friends,
you gave me your love, and I gave you my love.

 

 Sitting on the bathroom sink, with tears rolling down,

a scrapped knee was cleaned, and then a hug,
you gave me your love and I gave you my love.

 

 On a street corner, with a paper sign in view,

a few dollars and food passed hands, then a smile,
you gave me your love, and I gave you my love.

© 1997 Rosebud

Posted by rosebuds_garden at 11:55 AM MDT

Updated: Sunday, 5 July 2009 11:57 AM MDT

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