Drink Me In

Drink Me In

Imagine you are thirsty
And I, your cup of water
Now part your lips my love
And slowly drink me in

Splash me across your breasts
To cool your racing heart
Now part your lips my sweet
And slowly drink me in

Your other tender places
Are hot and need my touch
Now part your lips my darling
And slowly drink me in

When your cup runs dry
Call me to fill it again
Then open up your precious lips
And slowly drink me in

Why I Fly

I get into the plane
Strap myself in
Ready to go
Where I have not been

I plug in the mike
And grab the yoke
Hoping to God
That I will not choke

Air traffic chimes in
To tell us we’re clear
I put on my shades
They help hide my fear

Punch the throttle
My instructor yells
Now I am sure
We are going to hell

The engine winds up
As we begin our roll
I try so hard
To keep control

My instructor calls out,
V1 then V2
I pull back on the yoke
And head up to the blue

It seems like forever
As we slowly gain height
But soon we arrive
And I level the flight

My soul is now calmer
As I survey the sky
The beauty I see
Is why I must fly

Sol, Life



Millions of miles away.
Stoking your fiery furnace
Your Hydrogen fuses to Helium
And sends your light to us across the void

Millions of miles away.
Suspended in the center of our lives
Arriving quietly on queue each day
Annoucing yourself with colorful splendor

Millions of miles away.
Your mass is so great and attractive
Compelling all of your planet performers to their lines
To dance gracefully with you in perfect unison

Millions of miles away.
Without you we would not exist
Yet we barely take notice of you
As we bathe in your warm, generous light

Written by Josephwrites

Sunset at Tybee Island, Georgia

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear —
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.’ 

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Let It All Go

Words Unspoken
Bring hearts broken
Unwilling to give
Not sure how to live

Turn fast away
Your heart you’ll betray
Such bountiful treasure
Once yours lost forever

Try just to view
What’s inside of you
And never you mind
Imperfections you find

Then let it all go
Your heart will soon flow
No need now to wait
To be loved is your fate

by Josephwrites

Love’s Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another’s being mingle–
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;–
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me? ‘

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Did you know?  Percy Bysshe Shelley was the husband of Mary Shelley, the author of the famous classic novel, “Frankenstein”.

Portrait below of Percy Bysshe Shelley.

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Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines

~by Pablo Neruda

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her void. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.