Trapped in this life
Like a fly in a Web
Though not trussed up tight
In silken thread
Held by invisible chains
Of inertia and caring
Longing for a tangible love
Rather than this shell, they are wearing
She knows there is affection
But dreams of so much more
She reads of soul mates
She wants that encore
She searches her memory
Was love ever as bright
As those flashes, she dreams of at night
She’s stuck in dependency
Trapped in this life
Mesmerised by lights
Wanting so much more
Unsure how to unwrap paradise
Trapped in this life
Wishing, wanting, wondering, wife.
Conundrum
I think maybe I show too much empathy
Programmed to care distorts my destiny
My motivations mean I often put myself last
It’s the way it’s always been, though there is joy in the repast
Does it mean I lack the ability to be truly me
Or does it show I am happy with myself, able to see
Is it comprise, or self sellout
Balance or washedout
Love oneself is the mantra
That’s certainly part of life’s chapter
Loving self should expand the love I have to give
Life’s a riddle, with no clear solution forthwith
I learn, I grow, I slip, I slide
Happiness important in this life I ride
Life’s a conundrum
The minds construction
Make every day count
Make every day count
Time is always running out
Every day we waste
That we don’t appreciate
Is gone, on to tomorrow
Be it happiness or sorrow
Find the inner joy
Deal with the annoy
Find some inner peace
Whatever is brewing underneath
Make every day count
Time is always running out
Far away lovers
We have only words
To marshall our feelings
To paint living pictures
That beguile and bewitch us
We paint the headlines
Fill in the odd gap
Leaving the other
Space,to create and discover
The essence of us
For far away lovers
it’s ever thus.
Samantha Beardon
Dividing line
Expectation is the route of heartache
Let’s just be and go with the flow
Trouble is this is the retake
Testing how our feelings grow
There is no expectation of forever
This is the moment to share it all
We just need to explore the pleasure
Store it away make the call
As your fingertips explore my body
I tremble under that masters touch
Nerve ends sing as you map me hotly
Silken lips arouse me much
Ready to become partners of pleasure
Keeping my longings to this feeling so divine
As we make memories to treasure
Two then as one the dividing line.
Caught on a whim.
Softly blown wishes, like thistledown
Carried on wings over boundless ellipses
Fluttering and floating never tied down
Quietly hushed, as they blow overhead
Valiantly hoping, they reach the right town
Willing the wind will carry them safe
Over the miles and onto your face
Changing themselves into emotions and pictures
To set you on fire with love without hitches
As my desires swirl and brim
I want you totally bewitched
Suffused with love and caught on a whim
Moulding me
I love to escape into my mind,
My sanctuary from life’s issues all kind
I learn to look at a different me
Share or touch and you might see.
Something set words and emotions free
My joy in life maybe the key
Taking the past moulding the future
Each a story line making a booster
New skills to learn new paths to create
Understanding beliefs that formulate
Before me, paths spread to tease,
Which way does my journey lead?
Looking at the world anew,
Counting blessings many not few
I view the options try the paths
Live my life with pizazz.
Live in the moment
Live in the moment
Not in the past
Nor hanker for the future
It’s a fantasy repast
The moment, might not be the finest
But it’s the now
Make it the best you can
Make it your vow
Don’t defer happiness by harking back
Don’t look to others
To mark out the track
Find inner strength, find joy full of colours
Live in the present
Learn, laugh and cry
This is the moment
For you to fly
Read your mind
Wouldn’t it be good, to be able to read your mind
Or perhaps it wouldn’t really help, us to be realigned
Just really need to understand, the way you think
Instead of making assumptions, that are based on our relationship
I mostly understand the you, that you share
But we are complex creatures, of that I am aware
It’s your secret dreams, unacknowledged longings
Your specific fetishishes, your very heartlongings
I know that male and female sexuality are not totally aligned
Men need more action, and they keep the extra uninclined
I want to share so much more
Whilst giving you the space to be you, to the core
So many secrets, some untruths, mixed in our personalities
Lead to many fallacies
Would it be good to read your mind
Maybe to both it would be too unkind!
Love and the Heart
What is this tripe about the heart
An illusion in love, used so much in art
Songs and sonnets, plays and books
Breaking hearts, heart sick, the stuff of storybooks
Love is a product of the mind
Involving our emotions and hormones running blind
Attraction starts not from the heart
That’s really not the part
Maybe from a glance that stirs the senses
A touch,mutual interests, our own incentives
The feelings however caused, are a raging torrent
Estcasy can’t be abhorrent
It’s when those feelings wax then wane
That maybe things change refrain
If love goes sour
And walks out the door
Our heart will continue beating
It’s our mind that makes illusions sweeping
Our metaphor
When love walks out the door
Heart Breaking
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 