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A Funeral For You


There burns a destiny
blazing tomorrow's passages
I follow the fire
and gather footprints left in ashes,
seems that's all you left behind
in the wake of your wind
when you told me I would never be alone,
and here I am
on the corner of a four way street
looking for a way home
without you
for the first time since everyone died
leaving me just like you did,
in the shadow of my own darkness
where light is lost
and I stumble in fear
because love keeps disappearing
one shot at a time,
and the bottle is getting close to empty.


In the cool hush
of blue satin whispers
I remember mornings
where fresh blossoms
swelled beneath kisses
wrapped in the warmth of spring,
and then a dream came undone
beneath falling velvet teardrops
cast into the twilight
of a crescent moon,
as letters crossed
into syllables upon the page
and the words became
your bookmark of sorrow,
cutting through
the hot summer rise of a new day
harvesting your getaway,
and all I did was sit there
because I already knew
the last time I looked at you
before I ever walked out the door,
going home to what was always my home.


I buried myself
beneath the surface of the truth
choosing to live
in a dream of shooting stars
and swaying
in the beautiful fragrance
of jasmine wishes,
I chose to burn
in the fire
of your sacred promises
and lay my head
in the soft pillow of your desire,
never worrying
if the rain would ever fall,
but the storms came anyway,
one by one
with you being the last,
but I wasn't the last to know,
not this time.


Just as the song sings
"I'm a simple man"
but I still have
wishes and dreams
yesterdays and tomorrows
today, and the lyrics I hold close,
I just don't have promises
those I have buried
put to sleep,
they lay with everyone else
who has passed,
and that's okay
they are always with me,
and after everything ,
I still have me.





© 2010 Passionaterider (All rights reserved)

My Poetry

Legends Of The Fall


Coming home last night
out of nowhere I decided to take the long way
the moon was behind me
still scarred from last years dust.
I saw that star I roped for you
in the rear view window
your name now long faded from the glow
it use to dance in the night with,
then that damn song came on the radio
Willie wailing "Always on my mind"
I don't know why I had it on a
country and western station this late at night
I know better, I know how easily it can bring rain
especially here in the desert on a lost and lonely highway
but Mama always did tell me the best way to deal with pain
was all by myself, all alone,
south of her heart and north of mine,
Damn that Willie anyway!


Coming from the back seat
I swear I could feel your hand slide across my shoulder
it was warm and loving like I remember
like your heart was inside your fingers
as they slowly crawled inside me
here I was twenty five miles from home
and again I was haunted by your touch
I reached for the radio to find some rock and roll
surely there was a band who could save me
and there he was, Seger singing "Beautiful Loser"
"when you going to realize, you just don't need it all,
it's easier and faster when you fall"
and you were gone
and I was almost home
knowing that I once thought I had it all
when in reality I had a beautiful dream
and what a dream it was
but you can't sleep forever
life beckons to live on
and once you realize that
you can climb the steps of tomorrow
knowing if you fall it won't be so hard
to get back up this time,
Thanks Bob.


Coming home looks good this morning
especially with the moon falling slowly
while the sun rises in the color of hope
standing guard on a dream that has passed
and shining on the shadow of a man
who is learning to smile again.
I turn the radio off and head for the front door
remembering Willie and Bob
rich with past and treasured for future generations
both legends I will never forget,
just like all the women I've loved.



© 2010 Passionaterider (All rights reserved)

My Poetry

Rain Whisperer


As the day falls
and night finds me
on the quiet whisper of a lonely cloud,
I fly above the rain this evening
though still thunderstruck
by the passing storm
that was us,
once upon a dream.


Your call came out of the blue
in the midnight sky of my sorrow,
the voice of so many yesterdays
when life was a different age
and I became older than the miles
spaced between us,
filled with too many roads 
and the dust left behind
I failed to sweep clean
for the footsteps of your walk~away.


Your words were faint,
like the beating of my heart,
I heard you
but I couldn't feel you,
the syllables stuttered
trying to find a blanket of warmth
that you once shared with me,
now just a frail ghost of memory
looking for redemption
of an angel fallen.


"I will always love you"
still echoes this morning
in the empty chambers
of a heart
long undone,
way before you felt the need
to nurse me again.


I will always love you too,
but I'm not in love anymore

...and down comes the rain again
only this time I get wet

My Poetry

Praying For Answers and Finding Life


It was just a phone call
but the words were getting jumbled,
the heaviness in my chest was mounting
as every second on the clock ticked louder
in my ear with a breeze that blew with wicked laughter.
With apologies I ran for a bottle of hope I already
pay respects to each morning, and there was no
need for second helpings because there was no cure
there that day, or any other for that matter.

I found myself laying on the bed wrapping up in a ball
screaming in pain I've never felt before,
I prayed to God to take this pain away
"Please God, Help Me"
there was no answer.
I got down on my knees, and I begged
"Please God, Take Me Home, I'm Ready,
I don't want to feel this pain anymore"
I was knocking on Heaven's Door,
still no answer.
I ran to the front room, rocking back and forth
screaming
surely I wasn't going to Hell like this
"What have I done?"
Then the phone rang
I could hear my brother's voice
"What's wrong"
I remember feeling the breeze through the sweat and the pain,
being wheeled into the hospital
asked on a scale between 1 and 10 what is my level of pain
I managed to gut out 20.

After 3 loads of nitro we got it down to 5
and I can tell you I felt a lot better about God not answering me,
especially the second time.
The first EKG and blood work came back fine
I was puzzled, but the first doctor said it happened a lot,
told me I had forty percent blockage back in July and it had
probably progressed, just the first tests missed that.
He went off duty and the next doctor had a different bedside manner
he told me there was nothing wrong with my heart
said it could even be a bad case of gas,
did I fail to mention my family was in the room with me?
My Niece was an Administrator at a hospital in the next town
but she was cool, me on the other hand, different story
I told him to release me and I would go to the nearest store
and buy me some Tums,
that way the hospital would be saved the trouble of operating
on a patient with gas,
with gas being so expensive these days.

They of course found out I did in fact have a heart attack
and I had surgery the next morning,
and released the next morning after that,
and coaching my kids that very same night,
maybe God answered after all.



  

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My Poetry

Ten To Surrender


Will you ever forgive that first bite
as my lips trailed light fingertips
brushing your hair aside, exposing
the back of your neck to the breath
of my teeth,
as they found your urge
and I found my thirst?


Can you understand why I continued
up, behind the scent of where you wear
your hint of perfume at the back of your ear,
biting a second time, just as soft as the first,
only this time with my urgency
and your thirst?


Did you mind me claiming the tender path
leading just under your beautiful chin
with gentle licks before finding the aim
of my third bite upon your throat,
only this time swallowing you a little deeper
to dance with my tongue?


Was it okay for me to gather upon your shoulder
so bare and beautiful laying before me,
stringing 3 more bites into the begging of your whimpers
as I felt you falling into the song of my southern burn?
Do you remember the final four bites that laid tracks
across the beauty of your horizon
between the great divide
and into the pool of your surrender?


I remember each of them
one to ten 
from the back of your neck
to the final surrender,
but most of all I'll never forget 
the look in your eyes when I slid up beside you,
we both knew the biting was over then
but the kisses were to begin.




© 2010 Passionaterider (All rights reserved)
  

  

My Poetry

Craving The Braille Of Your Curl


Midnight finds me craving the breath of your sin
as I wonder if your finger~traces will stain my greed
while I lay my head against your breasts
and speak to your sighs,
I wait for you to translate the braille of spoken words
that whisper cherished forever as you softly define
the sunburst of a new sunrise
we discover in echoes,
flooding the morning sun
in the swirls of last nights melt.


I love waking to your wings wrapped around my first blush
with remnants of your stardust
still tangled from the heart~prints of the moon,
your auburn bliss awakens a stir
and the moist of a warm kiss welcomes the day.
I lavish my gaze on beautiful petals
bathing in a hush from my first touch
sweetest blossoms dew~drenched
as you stretch with fire burning in your eyes
secrets become the want that rains in our soul
and saturates our desires,
and I celebrate the blessings of our birth
as my passion spills into your embrace
and you find paradise curled inside my home.






© 2010 Passionaterider (All rights reserved)

     

My Poetry

Surrendering to Beauty and Fear


I've rambled over syllables that stuttered
in the haunting visions you lay
at the swallow of my heart.
I slave over your whispers that beckon me
while you run barefoot without sin
daring me to lick the sunrise that floats
along the soft light of your flickers.


I watch as you sway to the guide of the winds
grateful for the beauty of your curves
as they call me on the warmth of a gentle breeze,
and I am but a beggar with a smile
down on my knees,
drowning in the creed of your flesh.


I've crumbled reading the raindrops
that wet me in the flood of your Eden,
I struggle to find words in a river
where escape is the last breath of surrender,
I'm lost, and I'm afraid if I call your name
you won't come,
yet even worse
I fear you will,

and I will not be the truth, and the trust,
you can have faith in.



© 2010 Passionaterider (All rights reserved)

        

Time

You never know
how much Time you have
until your heart slows
to a crawl
and lets you know
just how precious
life is

  

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    Carja

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    11/02/13

    Have a wonderful day.
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    Twilight Myst

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    11/13/11


    Beautiful poetry and awesome profile~

    Kudos for you... hugs



    11/14/11

    Reply from passionaterider:

    Thank you very kindly...
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    michaelchellew

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    07/11/11

    Brian, your poetry here is just awesome. You are an excellent writer.

    Michael Chellew
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    michaelchellew

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    07/11/11

    Brian I want to thank you awarding me poem of the week. I want to mention that I have been derelict on giving comments. Better yet, I need to comment more.

    Thank you,


    Michael Chellew

    07/11/11

    Reply from passionaterider:

    You do fine Michael and it was my pleasure to award your wonderful poem...
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    sleepingbeauty777

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    sleepingbeauty777

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    06/30/11

    06/30/11

    Reply from passionaterider:

    Yes it does, most beautifully ~smile~
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    sleepingbeauty777

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    06/30/11

    It has been hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk! I'm trying to stay cool. Hugs!




    06/30/11

    Reply from passionaterider:

    Good Luck on staying cool Sweet Lady, something tells me it ain't gonna be easy ~smile~
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    Poet In Pink

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    05/30/11

    Have a great day ~ Love ya xo


    05/30/11

    Reply from passionaterider:

    Awww You Always make me ~SMILE~ Have a Beautiful memorial Day Alana!!!  Love You *Hugs*
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    Poet In Pink

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    04/07/11

     Thinkin' of you sweet one  =)  Love you...


    04/07/11

    Reply from passionaterider:

    *****BIG HUGGERS***** Love You Too My Beautiful and Sweet Friend
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