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I WAS BORN IN ISRAEL
I AM a professional ballet teacher.
i hate terror- and nasists- and all form of violence
In the search for lightYou let me see,In the search for light by virnagray
the monsters under your bed.
you shared with me your nightmares,
and I drank the tears you shed.
But today...Today I feel,
somewhere, along the way,
many smiles got lost,
on our trip to the now.
Smile one more time,
dress with brightness your lips,
drink it from mine if you please.
My garment was and still is knitted
in the vibrations of my every emotion,
every touch, every kiss, every feeling,
a tapestry of time lived and yet to come.
A wage must be offered in exchange,
to the peace keeper,
the listener of lamentation,
to receive the balance between,
the was, is and the will be, in our lives.
Rise above your challenge,
and drink once more
from my cup of victory,
dip in it, your tinted blanket
of woes and lamentations.
Watch it emerge like white linen
on a virgin's bed,
with the greenness of spring,
and the pureness of the first winter snow.
Rise my brother...
from under the fingers of despair,
lift your face and h
Let me be your mother.Sit next to me childLet me be your mother. by virnagray
let me cure the fresh wounds in your back,
and cover all of those scars
that shame you.
Rest in my lap your head,
so that I might tend to your pain,
welcome the tears that beat
at the door of your chest,
and let their rivers fold
then cascade down my knees
gathering peacefully at my feet.
Let me comb your hair
from of your face,
there! I see it,
those eyes that look for love
in the wrong places,
and a smile of silver,
beneath emerald eyes!!!
What a treasure you are
my dearest, my seeker of pain.
Rest at my side,
free yourself from the crusade
against your soul this frigid night.
Let me be a mother,
to your seeking soul.
in my nest you are welcome
till you are ready to fly once more.
Let me be your mother,
lost child to the cities,
let me gather your fragile
and broken bones,
merely covered by the thin
mantle of your pale skin,
cry my little child,
let your pain leak out and vanish.
I will lift you and carry you
Unforeseen LoveUnforeseen Love 3/30/01Unforeseen Love by shep4life
There is a love I've never seen.
I wait by the window of the future.
There is a love I cannot comprehend,
it's close - it's there in front of me.
There exists a face I've never gazed upon,
to which I give myself too.
This heart I know already because
it is the same as mine.
There is a soft hand I've never held before,
but I feel it now.
We walk the lone beach at night
following the moonbeam that
lingers all around her silhouetted
body I've never laid eyes on.
She owns precious lips I've never caressed.
Soon, my sweet stranger of loss, it will happen.
I knock on the redwood door,
she is just beyond my shaking reach.
She is an enigma, a piece of
a ongoing dream I can't erase.
She is a soft breeze I
feel but cannot see.
My weary eyes are blurry.
She covers herself in an
array of purity and kindness.
Her heart beats with mine.
Our dreams...the same.
I've never longed so much
for a love I've never seen.
I hope that she too, waits by
the window of our
Golden Field of SadnessGolden Field of Sadness by shep4life
Golden Field of Sadness 1/25/14
There she stands in a golden field of wheat,
hands spread - her face raised to the shining moon.
She embraces the rain the slides down her cheeks
and falls lightly on her long hair of bright yellow.
It is straight and lustrous as it clings to her skin.
Her eyes are wild and crazed.
Pain wracks her body in wave after
wretched wave. This world has broken her.
She wishes to drown in this saturated air.
She screams into the night as a cloud
covers the glowing face of the moon.
Through her sadness, somehow I see a vibrant life.
I feel the fullness of her light.
I watch her from a distance longing to ease
her anguish but unsure as to how.
Oh, that dress looks so nice on her.
Does she even see me?
Could I ever comfort her?
Make her forget the past?
She drops to her knees and pounds
the soaked ground. And her tears
blend in with the rain and my heart melts.
I have to try to end her fears
and shelter her from the bitter years.
To end her pain becomes my aim