brought to you by the happy phantom

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i smiled into your eyes last night
placed my head upon your chest
i breathed the breath you gave to me
then laid my soul to rest

your heart sang me a lullabye
your words - a starlight gleam
i'll never wish to wake from you
perhaps, my sweetest dream

being of water you crave more water.
the ebb and the flow drifting forever past
your lips, over your tongue, caressing your throat
and i am only air composed in part by mere droplets of moisture
which i will absorb,
which i have synthesized momentarily
in hopes of quenching your thirst
but i wonder would it be enough?
i would wring myself dry for you
until my mouth is dry,
until my eyes are dry,
until my heart is dry,
and i would rain down gently over you if you wanted me to.

you are fluid and you are form
and i am scattered and invisible.
you are heart and i am mind.
you are touchable, kissable, warm, soft flesh
i am simply intangible, malleable, ideals and abstracts.
you are part mars, part pluto - the passion and power
i am just venus - love and harmony
you live in the eighth house and i in the seventh
and they are close,
so close - sex and partnership
so close they are almost just touching
and always if they choose to they can feel the electricity of their proximity

you who are of water - are the ocean
i am of the air
and given the chance i might be your......
we'd make a mysterious pair you and i
but which two are more suited to each other than the ocean and the sky?

when they look at you, they see your beautiful blue
they stand on the shore remaining just beyond your reach
and they recognize your strength
but they are content to be hypnotized by your surface
and they resist ever so subtly the pull of your tide
they are drawn to you by their lust
but in the end they stand on the beach
and maybe they stick their big toe in you
or wade up to their middles in you
and its at that point they begin to register
just how far they are outside of their depth
and the gravity you possess
that's when it begins, either they retreat or you retreat
leaving nothing but your waters swirling around their ankles and kissing their toes

but i the infinite sky, know better
your surface emanates your beauty and your strength
and the tide upon the shoreline carries in it a whisper of the beating of your boundless heart
your emotions run every bit as deep as the immeasurable bottoms of the ocean
and the secret that exists at the core of you
is a universe unto itself
its the place where you create and destroy
where you live and you die and are reborn
and you dream and you hope to one day make your inner world a reality

and being of the air and of the abstracts
this is where i see you most clearly
though you don't see me swirling above you and
gathering your dreams to myself
but when you are churning and swelling
with despair or desire
those are the moments that i absorb you
and your heart and my thoughts become one
it is then that i open myself and rain down with kisses
and caresses
and hum sweet and low until you are drifting and dancing with your dreams
that is as intimate as you and i will ever be

but sometimes when i look off into the horizon
i see the one place where we sometimes meet
and it gets me to thinking of how it could be
we could love like a tempest
wrap our selves in and out and around and through one another
with no regard to anyone or anything else around us
we could tear down our old lives and moan and twist until we've exhausted ourselves and each other
it scares me to think of the damage we'd do.
its only then that i remember we can transcend all of the destruction
and maybe find a little taste of redemption together

Originally posted by Netters
Maybe one day it will happen.

thank you netters

i'm not sure which made me smile more - your kind words or the fact that you very first post is on this thread.

in any case i appreciate you taking the time to read it and also for your kindness.

and i'm pretty hopeful that one day it will happen.

Originally posted by Goulet
coleen, who the hell are you?

i'm not sure how to respond to that?

i was just bored here at work yesterday and took your advice - wrote whatever came to mind and didn't edit or think about it. thats what came out - craziness isn't it?

thank you

but i'd much rather read one of your poems.

didn't a week of unencumbered hedonism shake loose even a little poem from you?

wow sultry, coming from you that means so much.

thank you for taking the time to read it.

happiness is a warm gun
happiness is a warm gun
happiness is a phantom
happiness is a poem
happiness is a poem by the phantom

where are all of them?

Originally posted by coleen
they are cuddling in a corner with a not so happy little phantom.

how come you and your alter-ego aren't happy and bright??

Originally posted by BhagavadGita
with their nine inch nails and little fashist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl.

t. amos

you're pretty

Originally posted by Goulet
how come you and your alter-ego aren't happy and bright??

this morning we woke up at 2 am to what sounded like the end of the world
and we woke up cuddling each other and our pillows and snuggling under the blankets
and wishing not to be so afraid
but the wind was howling and the flowerpots were smashing and it was so very dark
and it was still very dark when we had to crawl out from underneath our blankets and make our way to the cubicle
but on the way, while we were winding and turning and following the river
the rain turned to snow and it swirled and danced and our happy hearts laughed
it wasn't just any kind of snow, it was like starlight
it was like diamonds glimmering and shimmering down from the heavens
and we've been imagining how beautiful the day might look when we are finally free
and we've been making angels and sliding in sleds and making snowmen and ladies and babies and all and are noses are rosey and our cheeks are rosey and our souls are rosey right down through our toes
but its when we imagined the snowballs that we realized,
we're lonely
and that snowballs aren't as much fun without someone else to share them with
it seems such a shame to waste all the useless beauty of the day so we'll just wait patiently and hope we might convince the snowman or lady or babies to play