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If the skies clear up

And the sun shines once more

Will you come with me

To play in the meadow?

If the sun warms the earth

And stirs up the flowers

Will you walk with me

Down this flowery garden?

Maybe

The skies won’t clear up

Maybe

The sun won’t shine

But

Could we still go outside

And be part of life?

©Rakella     November 27th, 1999

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Outside of time

Outside of earth

There stands a place

Where life grows

Where men live

As men should

Where women live

As women should

 

Inside of time

Inside of earth

Some have heard of this

Some have heeded a call

 

Men have risen to live

As men should

Women have followed them

As women should

 

Threads binds them

Together

Each new comer

Strengthens the cord

Oft it happens

That a thread breaks

But

Oft it happens

That other threads hold

 

In this lifetime

On this earth

Nature

Is reclaiming her place

Thread by thread.

 

©Rakella     November 27th, 1999

 

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If

If only a girl could get you off her mind,
she might be able to retain her sanity,
It happens every time she closes her eyes,
Thoughts of you, enblazened in her mind,
And your sweet voice, soft and comforting,
echos in a girls ear...and her heart,
Sending peace and tranquility straight to her very soul.

If sleep should come upon a girl tonight,
We would meet discretely in the safety of her dreams,
Quietly finding complete comfort in an embrace,
she could finally feel whole, your cheek resting against hers,
Your soft, warm breath caressing her neck,
please let a girl linger in this small piece of heaven.

When the sun does rise and wake a girl without you nearby,
It is a cold sun that begins her morning,
Only cruel shades of gray light the eastern horizon,
Gone are the colorful hues of dawn,
As well as the warmth of the daytime sun that all others feel,
You hold them captive, and you alone can return them to a girls life.

If she could gently touch you, and kiss your tender lips,
You would never doubt how much she loves you,
There would be no need to speak, not even a single word,
For no words, in any combination, or in any language,
Could fully express a girls devotion and desire for You,
Let her have that chance, and you will understand completely.

jaedyn

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What brings you here?

A secret yearning

 

Why have you come?

To finally be

 

What do you seek?

My hearts desire

 

What will you gain?

Fulfillment

 

What will you give?

Pleasure

 

Where have you come?

Home

 

What are you?

A woman

 

©Rakella     November 27th, 1999

 

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Shall I tell you

What thoughts run through my mind

What the wind whispers in my ear

In the early hours of the morn

Shall I confess to you

The secret torments of my soul

That troubles my sleep

In the dark hours of the night

Would you understand

That dreams can turn to nightmares

Without care

For a souls craving of peace

How will you understand

That the whispers of the wind

Are like cruel rumors

That brings dread

Shall I tell you

Why I fear to wake in the mornings

Why I fear to sleep at night

Shall I tell you

Which is the worst of fears

It’s not the fear

That I may not see the light of day

It’s not the fear

That someone else

May not

For the constant truth is

Someone will not

The fear is simply

Whom will not wake today

Whom will it be

The fear is selfish

Will I know him or her

The hope is worse

For I hope I don’t

I pray a prayer no

God could understand

I pray each day

For it to be

Someone I don’t know

And the winds at night

Torment my sleep

Whispering in my ears

The names I hold dear

I will tell no more

Hold your questions

The answers

Will not please you

 

©Rakella      November 27th, 1999

 

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a simple plea

Don't you see, in front of you,
is only a slave, begging to serve,
not because you yell or holler
not because your whip will burn and bite,
but because of simply who you are,
i submit, i surrender,
because you are you,
and while you may wish to yell,
you should know,
that i will be so in front of you,
quietly and simply,
because you are a man.

When you do feel you must yell and holler,
then there is fault in me,
and in turn, fault in you,
i do not submit,
i do not beg to serve,
because you are loud,
because you may beat me,
i submit because you are a man,
because i am female,
my place in front of you,
is one of begging,
of gratitude to be a woman
to serve that which is man.

Can't you see, simply understand,
if you must try,
then simply why is it you are not,
if i must try,
then why is it i am not,
nature speaks of an order,
my place in supplication,
if i must be reminded,
then i do not know it to begin with,
so yell if you must,
prove your loudness, your strength,
i will be quiet,
it is my place
in simple servitude
to be pleasing to a man.

In what will i see,
there is happiness and lonliness here,
there is either raw truth,
or there is deception,
i simply made a choice,
to understand what is inside,
to be what i am,
it is foolishness of me to seek you,
for you will be who you are,
you need not change or be other than yourself,
and in that, neither should i,
so that girl in front of you,
the one who is timid,
you did not make her that way,
she is only herself,
she serves because it is her place to
she serves because you are a man.

With eyes open,
see her or dismiss her,
she has heard those that yell,
she has cringed and cowered,
not because she fears their words,
but because she sees their ignorance,
at times she may wish to run and hide,
simply because,
she does not understand why they must yell,
why they seek so hard to try,
that fact deludes her in misery,
leaves her speechless and breathless,
for she sees fear in their eyes,
they do not seem to understand,
with all the yells and beating,
they need only be a man.

They pull the curtain about them,
strong words and claims of fame,
they think they hide so easily,
the fact that will only bring them shame,
they seem to think he who yells the loudest,
in the end will win,
they delude themselves,
somehow thinking it proves them to be a man,
but in truth,
in simple nature,
they do not pull the wool over,
they only show their scam,
the simple girl in front of them,
needs not be offered proof
they need not yell words at all,
they need only be a man.

mierin

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