The Queen Argo's Monthly Dilemma

"Richard, please take the scribe and deliver. For I may 

not see dawn break:

"Possessing my thoughts

a dilemma between my legs alerts my body

Aching to either receive or release

an avalanche of emotions.

Thoughts evoke more emotions which do nothing

to tame the lioness within.

Prancing back and forth.

Walking back and forth

roaring discreet incomprehensible sounds.

Every minute that passes makes me

despise your memory more

Unsatisfied at the slow progress of advancement

I call for you to enter and your hands to lay upon 

the open field fresh with new harvest.

Oh, but you refrain

Rather, you hesitate.

I don't want to eat you.

I don't want to hurt you

but consuming you seems the only way I can 

perhaps subdue this growing pain rippling from my chest 

The Unfortunate dips in vocal sounds

Really Is it that bad?
Is it that obvious?
Just because my words fade from strong to soft
doesn't mean I have nothing to say
Why are you smiling?
Are you making fun?
I'm still talking.
You can't hear?
Ok..
Self conscious... words
come out slow. I notice the pause
between your eyes as I look
into yours..another pair of Peurivan eyes.

The encounter

Whom should I ask?
Whom should I say is responsible
for my wreckless behavior?

Your lips turned to a sweet smile
& I knew it would take a while to forget
Whom should I turn for relief?
All my days I haven't taken
so much time to weep

You & I

Can I dine with you tonight?
I just want to beam at your face
as our head bobble in
 conversation as we dance our words
together in a melodic tale
of unimportant tales

Love Again

I heard it like this:

I’ve died many times before

only to come back to love again. 

And every time, just to love and love again.

I’ve been through so many lives before

just to be born and born again.

If love is worthy, then pain is not for us to keep. 

So let this pain pass through me like a cloud. 

Oh I’ll leave it all behind.

Every time I come again.

Its time to love again.

So can I can love. Love once again.

And I love myself to the core. And tears come with great joy.

Its time to teach you to love again.

Its time to teach you to love again.

Its time to send some love to a friend.

It’s the love that brings me.

It’s the love, love, love that brings me. Again and again.

2013 (c) Misa Ney