Sacrifice: blood story.

"The Parable of the Old Man and the Young" is a poem by Wilfred Owen that compares the ascent of Abraham to Mount Moriah and his near-sacrifice of Isaac there with the start of World War I. It had first been published by Siegfried Sassoon in 1920 with the title "The Parable of the Old Man and the Young", without the last line: "And half the seed of Europe, one by one". The poem is an allusion to a story in the Bible, Genesis 22:1-18. 

The Parable of the Old Man and the Young

Wilfred Owen, 1893 - 1918

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
and builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.

But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.

his poem is in the public domain.

He Loves her, He Needs her

The Awaken One.spoken Poetry 

A voice that lasts a lifetime came out of the dark,
From the fetus, black beauty connected to my heart.
Hidden somewhere deep within your melanin skin,
You are the universe that never has any end.
Within your arteries pumps beauty for us all,
You are teaching us that even God can give a smile.
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along.

Ancient autumn daybreak comes because of you,
Your black mix with beautiful become one of the few.
I am instinctively feeling your connection all the time,
That's why I always put you in my rhymes.
Always evolving is your eyes so deep,
Vital lovemaking that always put us to sleep.
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along.

An inherent sense of knowing the beauty of your walk,
Please forgive me, but even your booty talk.(wink)
I am always harvesting the look you give to me,
Writing poetry hoping for a kiss for free.
Your nature’s symmetry is irresistible to the human mind,
Creating a brand new language ebonics call a Dime.
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along.

A revolving circle of perfection was always your to control,
You are teaching the world about melanin gold.
You have me changing my religion with a smile on my face,
Losing my mind for a second singing “Amazing Grace.”
The sun shines a little brighter when you step outside,
There is proof of your beautiful lips beauty cannot hide.
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along.

You always delight my searching eye with your coke bottle shape,
Proving that turning my head to look at you was not a mistake.
I give you immortal love from a king to a God,
being blessed by your Skin pigment is such a great job.
The most significant commandment is love I so gladly do,
Being baptized in your beautiful, powerful womb TOO!!
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along... 

© Patrick Hornsby

March 14, 2018  

I am therefore we are.  Ubuntu.

I dig where you're coming from. "With a glimpse of where you will go from this place of being a man imagine where maturity will find a place within you to justify growth. You make it easier to grow where you are going, Patrick Hornsby with your sense of what a woman's sacred place is and what to call the 'She' of essence: the Womb. That is the place the warrior within the man develops a priest craft..."

I'll stop here. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3/22/18 

TWO Mirrors

Poise, as softness 

"Poised, as softness. In the poem of a woman is a sound, a song to pay attention to. In essence, within the memory of who you are is the substance of belief, the lightness of knowing and the certainty of identity." - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories

Intelligence has its way of settling disputes within bad intents and a prophetic quality concerning the soul of want! What do you do with yourself wanting a woman like her? - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories 11/1/17 

Briana Brochu, a University of Hartford student who bragged

about her gross harassment of her Black roommate. 11/1/17

"Brianna Brochu, a white student who bragged about harassing her black roommate by rubbing used tampons on her bag, pouring moldy clam dip in her lotion and putting her toothbrush inside her rectum, has been arrested.

Brochu, a freshman at the University of Hartford, posted on Instagram about how she "finally got rid of her roommate," who she referred to as "Jamaican Barbie."

Tonight, the university confirmed they have arrested her, calling the reports "disturbing."

Chennel "Jazzy" Rowe, the freshman roommate of Brochu, revealed the shocking allegations in a Facebook video." - Michael Scipio

AS A Woman feels, she sees.

Ankh symbolizes the act of conception. It is the key of Life, eternal life, strength and health.

TEARS OF AN ANGEL

As I look down I can not stop a tear from falling down my face!
I watch over the weak get strong and the strong get stronger!
I look and see one of the weakest try to stand and take care of her mom for in her eye's she is not weak!

As she stand's and take's her first step she knows she can do this!
As we watch her care for her mom she does not know we are helping her for she would not like help! 

I can not help cry for the weakest of my family is the strongest for she will not give up!
I cry over her every night for she knows that the weakest is the one that is now the strongest!
I can see that she cries for the one she loves the most and wishes with all her heart that she could be Strong, not weak!

As I watch I see she is not weak any more she is the strongest she ever was and knows she can do anything!

As the tears fall we know that the one that was the weakest is now the strongest and will stand on her two feet and care for the one she love's the most above all else! 

by Shawnette Shawny Feathers 

Angel concept of Kayla Crawford by Roland Dawson.

Remember: be kind.

Breathless, the beauty of

Natasha is a dream, a promise in a petite body. Her vulnerability is the taste within what says how beautiful her essence comes across between the right man and her, in her universe. - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories 8/22/17

Breathtaking she is, the essence of her African quality of Being!

One Can HOPE



Lovers, one masked the other open and vulnerable.
May 23, 2011

ALL I SEE IS YOU

I remember us,
the way we used to be,
I'd hold you in my arms,...
your smile so sweet to me,

But now when I see you,
you look right through me,
I feel so alone now,
but when I close my eyes...

...All I see is you.

The love we used to share,
gone up in whirl winds,
will I ever love,
or ever live again,

I am tired of crying,
and I am done trying,
To remember all about you,
but when I close my eyes...

...All I see is you.

All the love I am sending,
the memories I won't sell,
I know there must be an ending,
to the story I will tell,

I dream only of your love,
and happiness in life,
I try not to think of you,
but when I close my eyes...

..All I see is you.

- poet unknown. sorry.



All is LOVE
 

Longing for You

"Oceans apart day after day
And I slowly go insane
I hear your voice on the line
But it doesn't stop the pain
...
If I see you next to never
How can we say forever

Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you

I took for granted, all the times
That I though would last somehow
I hear the laughter, I taste the tears
But I can't get near you now

Oh, can't you see it baby
You've got me goin' CrAzY

Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you

I wonder how we can survive
This romance
But in the end if I'm with you
I'll take the chance

Oh, can't you see it baby
You've got me goin' cRaZy

Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you"

poet unknown





Lovers on a train track.
June 4, 2011 

All is LOVE 

Men's thoughts evoked by her...

Jordan Carver the morning of February 21, 2016 as poetry ...

Dear Woman,
Sometimes you’ll just be too much woman.
Too smart,
Too beautiful,
Too strong....
Too much of something that makes a man feel like less of a man,
Which will make you feel like you have to be less of a woman.
The biggest mistake you can make
Is removing jewels from your crown
To make it easier for a man to carry.
When this happens, I need you to understand
You do not need a smaller crown 👑
You need a man with bigger hands. #quoteoftheday



Jordan Carver on the morning of

Victor Kingsley If they feel less of a man for a woman being a woman, then they are not a man. Ladies be the way you want, it does not bother me, I am secure in my manhood.

Leonardo Arias Remember too much pride can break hearts even your own. By all means don't settle for someone who is not at your level. You will know when you're with the right man.

David Hartley It's true, that you, women, are beautiful in all the ways that man is not. You are glamorous and stunning while he is humble and hard working. Two sides of the same coin....the real question is not if he is man enough for you but rather can you love him for all of things he is not and find value in the everyday and mundane tasks that allows your spirit to run free?

Jesus David Garcia Villada Not want to be imprudent, but do not tell me you're there after a great performance... But really I do not understand what your point. Sometimes you'll just be too much woman...? I understand, you are besutiful, yes; is you strong, yes. But?

Darrell Mennie as they say, Only boys have fear of a woman with self confidence and power, Men will help rise them up higher.

Steve Romisher That's right, women love confident, secure loyal men who are centered, and can handle a woman at their worst and at their best, and be their rock, never change who you are for anyone as long as you know you're doing right by your mate, and yourself. (Feb. 21, 2016)



 

Simplicity is She

A body simply attired is a poem, a haiku poem. A woman's body is her story. When it is a man's story is it honestly connected to the higher aspect of manhood, or the lower demonstration of crudeness? - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 2.6.16

 

IN the KNOWLEDGE OF ...

Soul Shine
Demons fire our passion to desire lights the flame 
Call the wind bound by sin she speaks your name
Queen of hearts work of art a masterpiece design
Life in love the lord above my soul begins to shine
SEES 

SEES Creations

June 3 

Sacred form Sacred Womb 

DANCER in the LIGHT

dancing behind 

The intoxication of LOVE... whirl.... whirl...whirl...............

You bind me, and I tear away in a rage to open out
into air, a round brightness, a candle point,
all reason, all love.

This confusing joy, your doing,
this hangover, your tender thorn.

You turn to look, I turn.
I’m not saying this right.

I am a jailed crazy who ties up spirit-women.
I am Solomon.

What goes comes back. Come back.
We never left each other.

A disbeliever hides disbelief,
but I will say his secret.

More and more awake, getting up at night,
spinning and falling with love for Shams.

Again I am raging, 

I am in such a state by your soul that every
bond you bind, I break, by your soul.
I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; 
I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.

My joy is of your doing, my hangover of your thorn; 
whatever side you turn your face, 
I turn mine, by your soul.
I spoke in error; 
it is not surprising to speak in error in this state, 
for this moment I cannot tell cup from wine, by your soul.
I am that madman in bonds who binds the 
‘divs'; I, the madman, am a Solomon with the ‘divs’, 
by your soul.

Whatever form other than love raises up its head from my 
heart, forthwith I drive it out of the court of my heart, 
by your soul.
Come, you who have departed, for the thing that departs
comes back; neither you are that, 
by my soul, nor I am that, by your soul.

Disbeliever, do not conceal disbelief in your soul, for I will recite
the secret of your destiny, by your soul.
Out of love of Sham-e Tabrizi, 
through wakefulness or nightrising, 
like a spinning mote I am distraught, by your soul.

Rumi 

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From a Heart of Stone to You.



Lovers in each others trust.

A Heart Of Stone

Once I had a heart of stone
For it had surely lost its home
It could not love or wanted too...
But in my life, then came you.

The stones began to fall away
As happiness began to fill my day
A feeling so sweet and special too
Could this be love, I pray is true.

My heart now sings a song of love
For I know that it was sent from above
My heart is warm, there is no cold
Hard no more, but with wings of gold.

It soars above the sky so high
Sometimes I think of why and cry
My heart now sings a loving song
For the part of me I thought was gone.

The gift that you have given me
Is so important, can't you see
No more sadness or being alone
For now my heart returns to home.
 

Author: Beckie M.

May 22, 2011

All is LOVE
 

There is a depth





Catrinel Marlon

"It is the time to take command over the dangers of being a woman in a man's world."- Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories  






 "Se il tempo avesse una definizione

non la capirei,

perché di fronte a lei

ogni cosa si ferma.

Se Dio avesse una logica

nella creazione delle cose,

su di lei non avrebbe effetto,

perché la sua bellezza urla

come una blasfema chimera.

Se l'amore avesse un inizio ed una fine

io mi troverei nel mezzo,

non sapendo dove andare,

sedendomi paziente

ad aspettare il suo arrivo."

A. Giannantoni, "Chimera"

Translation:

"If the weather had a definition would not, because in front of her everything stops. If God had a logic in the creation of things, on her would not effect, because her beauty screams as a blasphemous chimera. If love had a beginning and an end I'd in the Middle, not knowing where to go, sitting patient waiting for his arrival. " (A. Giannantoni, "Chimera") (Translated by Bing)

Catrinel Marlon scene from secret movie project. (2014)




HEAD lover

"Sweet Sinner"

What can I do to keep that smile on your face?
Keep the love in your eyes, without the fear of failing?
I wish I could keep you laughing, keep your tears from falling, ...
How can I keep you singing when your song is trapped in your throat?
With so much darkness in the clouds hovering above your head,
How can I stop the rain and stop the thunder from rolling?

With lightning flashing so brightly in your eyes,
It's hard to see just long the storm will last.
The fire that burns so dimly in your heart,
Almost diminished with the winds of change.

Clouds and thunder rolling loudly as the lightning cracks through the sky.
Who can stop the twister that rips through your heart?
Sweet sinner, who can save you now?
Sing your confessions of your heart,
Send praise to the gods,
Allow them to banish the hatred that dwells.

Sweet Sinner, take me in your arms for a deep embrace,
Kiss my savory lips, run your strong hands along my body,
Place your lips upon my neck and feel me breathe,
Hear that soft gasp escape from my throat, as you slide your fingers along my hip line,
Deep in my base, penetrate me with your love,
Make my body twist to the rhythm of the music of your soul.
As the storm clouds gather in your eyes, I can see the firestorm of your passion swirling endlessly in a threatening vortex as you push a little deeper,
Sending me to my peak of ecstasy, praying to the heavens of your God.

Sweet Sinner, make me beg for more, as you lay me down,
Send my never ending long legs to the heavens, as you kiss the inside of my creamy thighs,
Indulge in the waterfall of my pleasure, confess to your gods as you go down and taste my nectar,
Take pleasure of this heaven on earth, rule me in your kingdom as my king and I, your queen,
I'll answer your beckon call, I live to serve you, Sweet Sinner, heal me of my wicked ways,
Make me climax with confession, scream your name and pray to you, my god,
Fill me with your forbidden fruits of passion and lust, love and fire.....

By: Raven Rose

blow job lovingly done

Erotic & romantic poetry

 

FORGIVENESS is en vogue

Forgiveness

Is often easy to say but to really
Feel forgiveness in our heart is
Often a hard thing to do
There is too much pain
And too many hurt feelings to overcome
Sometimes it takes
More time than we ever thought
It takes a strong heart to overlook
Ones own ego and focus on the light
To realize what is more important
In our life to forgive
Or to keep the hurt feelings alive
And live in pain for a while
Forgiveness starts in our self
We should accept our own weakness
And respect the weakness of others as well
It is a part of us and only with a strong heart
Can we truly forgive with our entire being

by Isabella Hunt

symbol of Tranquility

A Show of HATS

Kim Kardashian trying on hat in store. 

The good in man should freely flow,
As evil lives beyond the grave;
While Time with fingers moves the pawns
Awhile, then breaks the knight and knave.

~ Kahlil Gibran

Eva Mendes walking in style. 

MAGICAL CREATURES IN NATURE

2 children playing
July 19, 2013
from Telma Regina Garcia 

Look at that joy! That picture has captured the spirit of children whose spirit has not solidified in their bodies yet. Children's spirits take a few years to ground into the body and their learning should be in accordance with that process. The rigid role of the traditional teacher is detrimental to a  child's development at this level. Ignorant of the requirements of a teacher to teach to and from the subtle elements is not a reason to continue the practice of harshness heralded as education, or to force children into formal school settings at the tender ages when they should be exploring the details of the world-at-large. 

Harshness and judgement have never produced light or made it easy to discover magic, but the two are fundamental to the approach children are forced to accept as necessary to succeed in school and life. Isn't that cruel?

We are born into magic, not sin. Childhood requires four (4) things and harshness and judgement are not a two (2) of the four (4). - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 9.19.13





O tempo
A vida é o dever que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa.
Quando se vê, já são seis horas!
Quando de vê, já é sexta-feira!
Quando se vê, já é natal...
Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...
Quando se vê perdemos o amor da nossa vida.
Quando se vê passaram 50 anos!
Agora é tarde demais para ser reprovado...
Se me fosse dado um dia, outra oportunidade, eu nem olhava o relógio.
Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando pelo caminho a casca dourada e inútil das horas...
Seguraria o amor que está a minha frente e diria que eu o amo...
E tem mais: não deixe de fazer algo de que gosta devido à falta de tempo.
Não deixe de ter pessoas ao seu lado por puro medo de ser feliz.
A única falta que terá será a desse tempo que, infelizmente, nunca mais voltará.

Mário Quintana 

a happy couple in Brazil by Telma Regina Garcia
June 12, 2013



Greet The Day!

Tyra Banks enjoying herself

 

Awaking to greet the day
Like the flowers opening
Blessed day
The sun peeks to kiss
The world
Awaken the steps of our journey
The air filled with sounds around
Given thought to the day with a smile
Sweet and savory like a child
Lets all walk hand in hand those miles
Being kind with true caring heart
For our world we live in can be dark

 

Written by Donna L Hughes
JUNE 2, 2015

Cameroonian model Amanda E Fathel by William Nsai