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Thursday, October 11, 2007

My Dream Lover....my passionate purpose....

I think I was 8 the first time I dreamt him.  He was my savior in my nightmares....he came as a wolf and left as a friend.....I swear he didn't become sensual/sexual until I was 17 or so, as I aged he aged.  Always my friend....my hero....and later my hope.

I keep hoping to find him....wish he was real...sometimes I convince myself....

I wish dreams were visions.

I'm not really crazy.  I just want someone to trust....someone to love....someone to love me back....

Even when I'm ugly.

A Promise to a Child

I dreamt of you long ago.
You were a promise to a child.
You whispered in my dreams
Like music sweet and mild
 
The monsters in my sleep
feared you even then
You would be their conqueror
You would be my friend.
 
I dreamt you – a silver wolf
Guarding the forest of my fears
It was upon your silver fur
That I dried childish tears
 
The beasts that hid within my woods
Dared not put you to the test
For surely you'd destroy them too
And bury them with the rest
 
I dreamt of you like a demon
Fed upon my new formed breast
You were both fear and desire
When sleep did not give rest
 
You took me in my fitful sleep
And willingly took the blame
When the fantasies I most wanted
Left me covered in my shame
 
I dreamt of you as my angel
When I nearly failed to sleep
I'd hear those sweet dream whispers
of promises yet to keep.

 

Fire

I want to feel a passion burning

Like raging Hell fires in my soul

I want to be consumed in this heat

Like smoldering ashes on white coal

Let his sweet tongue strike me

To light my Spirit's fire

Burning me, Scorching me

Let the flames shoot higher

I want his hard lips to burn my skin

I want strong fingers to singe my hair

I want to slide inside of his mind

Be engulfed in the flames there

Let my lover's words spark

Passion's funeral pyre

I would melt into him

Reborn in Desire

 

LEAVES IN THE WIND

The one I dream of is as strong as me,

With courage to let his passions free.

He can brave the storm that brews in my mind,

And keep all the secrets that he finds.

I will battle the demons inside his soul

Kiss his scars and make him whole...

The one I dream of is as weak as I,

Knows fear, knows pain, and sometimes he cries.

He will comfort me when I weep,

And scare away the old demons in my sleep.

I will hold him close to me, in his fears

When he cries, I'll kiss his tears...

The one I dream of knows desire and need,

We both understand physical greed.

His kisses will set my body on fire,

And I will answer him with hungry desire.

My tongue dancing waltzes upon his rough skin

Trembling like leaves in the wind.....

 

MY SOMEONE

There is someone, somewhere, for me

I know him well in fantasy.

A crimson mouth and laughing eyes...

His words are truth, his heart can't lie.

He walks so tall...

that others look small,

As he strolls by, carelessly,

Looking for me.

And here I am, I wait for you...

Anticipate a love that's true,

Your lips to kiss and flame desire,

With words that set my heart on fire.

I stroke my hair...

Imagine you there,

Waiting for dreams to come true,

Waiting for you.

 

PASSION

I dreamed, sweet dreams, of you last night.......

Kissing me in the pure moonlight.

Nothing has ever felt so right

As having you holding me so tight.

I turn my head to see your face,

My body melts in your embrace

Tingles dancing every place.......

Our hearts pounding at a lover's pace.

Desire is flaming in your eyes,

I can feel your hot passions rise....

Pulsing...throbbing...against my thighs

Soft sounds of your breathing mixed with my sighs

Upon my breast you lay your lips

You tease me with toothy nips

A secret place your finger dips

My wetness dripping down my hips

Your thumb grazing across my clit

fingers move deeper in my slit

Still feel your kisses on my tit

My body trembles, giving in to it...

Your fingers now twine in my hair

As you pull me, to kiss you there....

Sucking you in as far as I dare.

Starving for you....gasping for air.

In my mouth I can feel you shake

with ev'ry hungry taste I take...

Pull my hair 'till I think I'll break

From all the passion that you awake

I guide your hands back to your side

Allow my mouth to slowly glide

As I release your shaft outside.

You feel my tongue as I let it slide

Flicking and dancing onthe eye

Lips squeezing 'till I hear your sighs

And feel muscles tense in your thighs

Whispering my name, soft, in your cries.....

You pull me up upon your pole

Forcing your fire into my hole

And spreading chaos in my soul

Breaking me and yet making me whole.

Rhythmic movements between our hips

Molding my back to your fingertips

My body held within your grip

Savoring each other with our lips

Passions soar higher and higher

Our sweat mixing as we perspire

Bodies burning as hot as fire

As we finally sate our desire

And I collapse upon your chest

Feeling your skin beneath my breast

Your eyes speak more than you express

And promise more than mere words suggest.

 

The Wolf Dream

In your dreams you pace the forest

Silver fur that shines in moonlight

Savage heart beating in your chest.

I know you are near by, somewhere

Smoke and stone eyes that can see me

Eyes that have that all knowing stare.

You've brought me here to wait for you

In the dense forest of your mind.

Wolves in spirit and this place too.

I listen for your soft footfalls

Instead hearing the wrenching howls

Of my wounded lover's calls.

Your soul's blood falls free on cold ground.

Human lies cut like a hunter's trap

and the vultures gather 'round.

Your nostrils flair with labored breath

Spirit hovers waiting your choice:

The battles of life or death

No game where you nip at my heel.

You hurt, and growls fall from your lips.

I absorb the pain you feel.

Your blood dries and the vultures go.

We lay side by side in the dark

As cool Autumn breezes blow.

 

overpowered

His touch lingers on my body

Intimate bruises aching still......

He knows the secrets within me

And i can feel my spirit yield.

In gentleness and savagery,

I am subjugated to His will.

Hands and lips that can brand my skin

Are those that will enslave my heart,

And there is no way to pretend

And no way i can outsmart

Emotions i barely comprehend

That are overpowering this heart.

i wonder if this is healthy.....

What if visions don't come true?

What if He remains a dream in me

No real man that feels this too....

What if i'm living in fantasy,

Is there life when the dream is through?

Each day i think i must grow strong....

Resist the Demon's caress,

But He haunts me all night long

In dreams filled with wantoness .

I know with Him is where i belong

And my body is His to possess.

His touch lingers on my body

Intimate bruises aching still.....

He knows the secrets within me

And i can feel my spirit yield.

in gentleness and savagery

i am subjugated to His will.

 

Touching My Soul

You were in my dreams again...

Seems like you are always there...

touching my soul...making me whole

Leaving me longing everywhere

Waking up not feeling quite sane.

I wonder if I should fear

the way you invade my sleep

touching my soul...making me whole

knowing the secrets I keep

Reaching for you...but you're not here

Reality beckons to me

but I never want to go

You touch my soul....you make me whole

I accept what I don't know

Wanting to live the fantasy

 

JUST ONE NIGHT WITH YOU

Just one night with you                        }

Baby, Just one night with you               } Repeating

It would do, my whole life through      } Chorus

To have just one night with you            }

Just one look--myheart is gone

Mister, how you turn me on!

It sure would feel right

All right!

Laying with you all night.

I'd do whatever you wanted to

If I could have just one night with you.

CHORUS

Baby when you look at me

I know just where I want to be.

I'd know just how to do you right

All right!

Keep you busy all night!

I'd make you want me badly too--

If I could have just one night with you.

CHORUS

You could do all right by me,

You could set my passion free

I would treat you right

All right!

We wouldn't sleep all night--

Nah, there'd be something much better to do

If I could have just one night with you.

CHORUS



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The Gypsy

 

The Gypsy

Gypsy, Gypsy, running wild--

Less a woman, more a child--

Living, laughing, and being free--

All against Society.

Gypsy, Gypsy, such a fool--

Don't you know the silver rule?

Conform with the group.

(Like so many vegetables in vegetable soup.)

Lady, Lady, Can't you see?

Blinded people--never free.

Hating, hurting, and so untrue.

Never caring what you do.



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The River

 

 

The River

The river, so much myself,

Angry waves raging at the shore---

Only to be held back;

Just once more.

Sad water, tired of living,

Hitting the docks, softly crying.

Mud-water, dripping wet tears;

Scared of dieing.



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My Life

My Life

This barstool I'm sitting on

Somehow reminds me of my life

Spinning--Turning--Twisting--Dizzy

Sometimes I'm as hard as

This cold steel frame. It holds me up

In the same way it holds this seat.

Sometimes I'm as soft as

This old worn-out vinyl cover.

And without this hard metal frame. . .

I would most surely collapse

And I could no longer comfort

Or support anyone again.



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My Reality

MY REALITY

I gave my life for glowing dreams

Of what I felt life should be:

I built stone-walls 'round flowing streams,

And I pretended I was free.

It seemed so easy in younger days--

To believe the fantasy true.

I didn't see clouds of grey

Were reality in view.

Everything was painted black on white.

The lines were quite clearly drawn.

So certain was I of my rights--

Never doubted the coming dawn.

Then, when rain came the very next day

Well I could hardly bear to see. . .

My world flood in shades of grey,

That were my reality.



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The Judas Kiss

The Judas Kiss

The Judas-kiss is love that lies

Devotion that betrays.

It's a thief with alibies.

It's a spouse that strays.

Affection born of malice,

Friendship born of hate;

Beware ye of the Judas-kiss--

Love that prevaricates.

The Judas-kiss is pleasing pain,

Meant only to deceive.

It's passion that's only feigned.

It's a spider's weave.

Emotion in an abyss;

Passion in despair;

Beware ye of the Judas-kiss--

It's love that does not care.



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Ectasy in Hell

 

Ecstasy in Hell

Everyone is dying–

Or at least they're trying--

What with their artificial highs

And exaggerated lies'

They might as well. . .

Seems while they're living

They're always taking 'stead of giving.

Shooting up and popping pills

Dealing so's to make their deals.

Ecstasy in Hell



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Talking To A Wall

 

 

Talking to a Wall

Talking to a Wall, Baby, Talking to a wall-- C

It doesn't matter what I say-- H

I know I don't count at all. O

I wish that there was a way. . . R

Babe, to make this whole thing fall . . . U

But trying to talk to you--- S

--It's just like talking to a wall.

There is this wall between us:

We built it brick by brick.

Each brick contains broken things

That we can't ever fix:

Broken words and promises,

Broken hearts and broken dreams.

Then we used cement of lies

Just to hold it at the seams.

-CHORUS-

We used to step over it--

To do what lovers' do,

But now we just lay the bricks

Instead of breaking through.

Brick-by-brick we built it,

And it's getting very tall.

We never talk about it--

It's like talking to a wall.

-CHORUS-



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Greenback Cage

Greenback Cage

Pretenders, baby that's what we are.

Trying to be what we just can't be.

A brand-new life, new house, new car. . .

Pretenders baby, both you and me.

All that time we had no money--

Breaking our backs for an hour's wage--

Sometimes, baby, Life is funny,

Lost our love in a greenback cage.

Thought cash was our only need.

Now, baby, well we just pretend

That we didn't lose it all in greed.

There's nothing left of our souls to mend--

No dreams left to make come true. . .

Packed all our hopes inside our wallets--

Pretenders baby, That's me and you---

Pretending what we can't forget.



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Not Your Scratching Post

Not your scratching post

You take my words and twist them around

Trying to make me something I’m not

Ev’ry time I speak up you shut me down

Guess you don’t like my original thought

It was to love, honor and cherish...

Such pretty words you promised to me

Lately seems Yell, holler and perish

Is more like what its getting to be

Retract your claws and please shut your jaws

I’m not your damned kid to reproach

You’re not going to make me over

I’m not gonna be your scratching post

You think that if you buy lots of stuff

That I should agree with all you say

But when I had nothing it was enough

And I was joyful most ev’ry day

God gave me my mind to use as I will

This is my heart to love whom I may

The soul within me you can not kill

These are the things you can’t take away



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