Love – Page 7 – Life Style Reactions

THE PREDATOR AND THE PREY

This fiery orange glow descending upon her in the mist of the destruction of her village, I the victor of the vanquished stood above the feeble and the broken with a sinister laughter! now installed as lord and master. Inspecting my spoils I circled her like the eagle would the rabbit, her eyes followed me inContinueContinue reading “THE PREDATOR AND THE PREY”

THE LITURGY

The boldness in this story, I’m at peace a glory told by some so say the priest. It’s origins you’ll behold before it unfolds it’s French 16th century or Latin I’m told. Christians through out the land praise thy father this holly man. These celebrations we will enter the lord our Christ is at it’sContinueContinue reading “THE LITURGY”

SILENT WHISPERS OF YOU

I felt the quivering in your essence swept along in frantic breezes. Then what of your feverish touch once more how it pleases. Deviousness in your glare deliciously how it teases. Thy desperate need of your scent oh how relentlessly it seizes. Combustible! You ignited my passions no longer can you escape thisContinueContinue reading “SILENT WHISPERS OF YOU”

Down Syndrome, Your Not Along

I sit in the darkness looking through my window of pain wet cold night the winds swirling rain, intensify my strain Doctor’s descriptive babble of genetic congenital squabble Mother’s un-productive zone, my child has Down Syndrome Counseling then coaching connections, hidden confessions what are the resources of regret, who decides human defect ContinueContinue reading “Down Syndrome, Your Not Along”

CAN THE FLAMES BE TAMED

There’s this fragile conscious state of the mind numbness then confusion soon follows in time thy caressing hand upon your soft warm flesh Those challenging memories I’m hopeful at best I woke this morning from this stumbling dream In rushing to my window so what does it mean? With straining eyes that were lookingContinueContinue reading “CAN THE FLAMES BE TAMED”

Stranger!

It was a cool night the pavement was still wet from an earlier rain, the moon was high in the sky now shining bright! that indescribable light. The streets were empty! lined with bars, restaurants and coffee houses, life as it happens inside there was bustling action and then it happen. That unmistakable clacks ofContinueContinue reading “Stranger!”

The Flame To Be Tamed

https://sandymancan.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/flame-to-be-tamed-2.mp3 Once again my friends the Sandymancan your poet with a plan when the shit hits the fan, I bring to you the story of the heart when passion wont stop. A burning need we must all feed or be consumed by the flame we can not tame.

Enduring Passions

You comb over your life in your mind’s eye, you can feel the ebb and flow of your emotions, those vivid way point of recollections strung out on life’s memory line through time. Then you conjure up an alternating directions, those wonderings of this new alternated directive. Life’s simple score cards it’s a strange game,ContinueContinue reading “Enduring Passions”