Passion

To Love

I yearn to love, a love with a passion

Joining hearts, a fatal attraction

To be fondled by your words alone, holding on to promises by your lips

To savor the sweetness and emotion that drips

Let us hold together, let our eyes slowly find and meet

Let all time stop, with nothing but our heartbeats




Just Like This


 

On a journey to Heaven -

visions reflected in your eyes,

passing through mists for morning's,

and rising to the brightest skies

 

Set adrift in the sunlight -

beyond terrestrial scapes,

embracing all that you are,

in a world- only love shapes

 

To the edge of infinity-

surrendering to the serene,

arrival on a smitten heart,

from where paradise is seen

 

Images in this window -

depicting my every thought,

within is held splendor,

the dreams I've always sought

 

Life roused in your presence -

entranced by beauty of soul,

a sweetness till eternal's last,

an existence that makes me whole

 

These pleasures for me alone -

like whispers before a kiss,

words to hold me in your arms,

I'll love you forever - just like this

 

© C.E.Vance

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just another handful of words. A moment of thought.

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Playwright

Speech can be a masterpiece of artistic creation,

Elegant calligraphy, decorated with the odd heart-flutter flourish,

Fingers working, dancing, pounding on ivory keys, 

The smoke from a handsome mouth drifting through mahogany halls

As though from a fired gun. Dust settling after an earthquake. 

 

I cast myself in my plays, 

Too immersed to retract from the action, 

Too selfish to watch another fertilise the seeds, 

Too inflated to see my words applauded to another, 

"That's the theatre!" "That's life!"

 

People care little for Mona herself, 

Only for her master, his talent unbound. 

We praise not sunflowers, but their gardener insane. 

Shakespeare was lucky, the devil of devices, 

But the new world has eyes, not ears. Not brains!

 

I cannot see the target but for dazzling light, 

Heat and heart working furiously to fuel those pretty-penned words, 

I'm dashing or thrashing, whichever is box-office smashing, 

The multi-skilled wonder man of paper-in-hand, 

I love the stage and I love my plays, 

In most, I play the devil.

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Because I am an emotional man,                                                                                                                                                                 Who has it in his head that emotions are irrational,                                                                                                                                     And whom in the absurdity of this misery,                                                                                                                                              Prefers to hold the hand of these abstractions,

 

So then as my pen touches down on paper,                                                                                                                                                      I am made whole and then released to roam.


Thus it is to be,                                                                                                                                                                                             That the young and growing poets dream,                                                                                                                                                                  Is ever to remain alive in the hungry heart,                                                                                                                                                     Of said endless illusion.

 

 

On the whiteness of this page,                                                                                                                                                                      Past the singular threads bleached black,

 

 

Lays the grunt of the imagination grazing on the plane of our reality,

And in this native hue of resolution,

~Like Others Past~

I am none the less:

 

 

“Sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought’’

And all my sins remembered,

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This maybe the only one I post in this folder, I'll store the rest. Perhaps next summer I will get around to posting them.

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Can't go back

A simple Gaze
A short meeting of eyes
A simple haze
Morality's demise
It is I who I despise  
Save my soul
Make me try
If I could just walk around your head for a day
Would I turn into stone or clay?
Does it even matter?
Daft thoughts
Created by factory chairs

 

 

BORED AND HOT.

Lizbeth wants
more to love

 

than the once
a day glimpse

 

or quick meet
on the field

 

with her love
Benedict

 

during their
lunch recess

 

with hardly
time to talk

 

or to kiss
while prefect's

 

not watching
she wants to

 

be able
to make love

 

(at least try
what she'd read

 

in that book
the big girl

 

had shown her
and loaned her)

 

she wants now
to feel him

 

enter her
(as the book

 

had described)
to be one

 

in body
and in heart

 

to sense his
lips on hers

 

and other
sensitive

 

secret parts
to feel him

 

kiss her bits

inner thighs

 

lids of eyes

her small tits

 

but in class
during maths

 

bored to tears
she thinks on

 

Benedict
whose warm lips

 

had met hers
in the gym

 

secretly
during lunch

 

he shyly
not tonguing

 

just kissing
holding her

 

close to him
she sensing

 

his kisses
wanted more

 

making love
on the floor

 

but the bell
rang its chime

 

no more time
just the caught

 

memory
of what they

 

did and not
leaving her

bored and hot.

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Still love again

Sometimes,

I mean.

Once in awhile.

Now and then.

I wish that I could-

Wash away the days

and the years.

I knew it was a riot.

I'd like to see the sunlight-

Creep slowly down your face.

 

Though,

It frightens me to admit.

My love was never made in vain.

Despite your change in faith.

I hope you'd still love-

Once more.

But-

It's hard to be the one-

To say goodbye.

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Down Pour

Although I'm far gone.

Seas away.

You're my savior now.

Today.

I'd love to be in your arms right now.

I want to feel the night, the noon, the day.

Could never touch someone.

A thousand miles away.

I'd keep you here.

Standing in this down pour.

I'll hold your hand-

Slowly feeding the flame.

Breathe you in. 

Consuming your vibe-

You soak in. 

 

 

Epic

Blood...will never ravage my lands and steal my freedom!

Only evil minds using espionage, hiding the plot...

Making money off of human lives....

 

Mankind needs to be

on the same level.

Every country needs enough money.

 

Money isn't the answer to the trick!

It's peace and love and arithmetic. 

We've been blinded by these man-made rules for hundreds of years...

waiting in fear.

Now thousands of years of minds being bred for death,

fighting and killing for what they believe in...

Won't be changed in one night.

Can you hear the echoes from the afterlife??

 

Mankind needs to be

on the same level.

Every country needs enough money...


Lets end this war...

Once and for all.

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