Freedom, Wild and Untamed
Sitting on a private beach in North Carolina, I saw her. She was beautiful, muscular, and strong. She was a Palomino. Her cream-colored main, flowing freely in the wind as she ran through the rushing waters of the sea. I could almost feel the ocean waters as it crashed up against her heels. She was beautiful in the wildest sense. She was free, untamed, unbridled, running with the waves of the ocean. I looked to where she was running and the light is shown down upon her, from the lighthouse, illuminating her, making her Main shine underneath a midnight sky. Swiftly she ran without fear. The waves of the ocean seemed to almost overtake her as she crashed through them. She was running toward the lighthouse. Suddenly, I realized that palomino was me!
By: Bernice Bowling
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Friday, November 15, 2013
Singed
Singed
Cruel, cold, calculated
You swept in
Picked me up
And we sinned
You smiled
When I cried
You loved to lie
She here and she there
Deceived, cloaked in a lie
I took you in
As a friend, a lover
I was there
You blew
I flew
You called
I ran
I rescued you or tried to
I fell in
my heart was turned to ash or so I thought
It healed fast
Words of whisper caressed my ear
Only a single was all it was
There is still pain
Funny how whispered words bring healing
To a broken heart.
By: Bernice Bowling
Cruel, cold, calculated
You swept in
Picked me up
And we sinned
You smiled
When I cried
You loved to lie
She here and she there
Deceived, cloaked in a lie
I took you in
As a friend, a lover
I was there
You blew
I flew
You called
I ran
I rescued you or tried to
I fell in
my heart was turned to ash or so I thought
It healed fast
Words of whisper caressed my ear
Only a single was all it was
There is still pain
Funny how whispered words bring healing
To a broken heart.
By: Bernice Bowling
Secret Toy Surprise
I saw her in Walmart,
The skanky ho,
Why I wouldn't have touched her with the tips of my finger
Or a ten-foot pole.
Stringy unwashed hair,
Unbathed and unclean,
She thinks you are a dream,
He He He
Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.
She and her crackerjack prize of a man,
She thinks she got it from me,
The thing about it is a ho's a ho,
And you don't have to care for a ho.
I've moved on,
So please leave me alone.
Don't want your drama spilling up in here,
Go home, whore moan, lol.
By: Bernice Bowling
The skanky ho,
Why I wouldn't have touched her with the tips of my finger
Or a ten-foot pole.
Stringy unwashed hair,
Unbathed and unclean,
She thinks you are a dream,
He He He
Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.
She and her crackerjack prize of a man,
She thinks she got it from me,
The thing about it is a ho's a ho,
And you don't have to care for a ho.
I've moved on,
So please leave me alone.
Don't want your drama spilling up in here,
Go home, whore moan, lol.
By: Bernice Bowling
Fire Dancing
Energetically inclined,
Pressing on towards new horizons.
Smiling cat faces,
Dancing on the wings of time.
The newness of dew hazily pouring in,
Wetness on my skin;
Wiping away gentle drops of rain.
Shaman tries to cast his spell.
No more slaved enchantment,
Running free.
Winds blowing, cooly, brushing my hair,
Continuously existing voluntarily.
Pleasurable sensations hastily, moving,
Forward, down my spine.
Kindled emotions letting go,
All hell breaking loose.
By: Bernice Bowling
Pressing on towards new horizons.
Smiling cat faces,
Dancing on the wings of time.
The newness of dew hazily pouring in,
Wetness on my skin;
Wiping away gentle drops of rain.
Shaman tries to cast his spell.
No more slaved enchantment,
Running free.
Winds blowing, cooly, brushing my hair,
Continuously existing voluntarily.
Pleasurable sensations hastily, moving,
Forward, down my spine.
Kindled emotions letting go,
All hell breaking loose.
By: Bernice Bowling
The Dance
Droplets of sorrow drift slowly away;
Numbness setting in,
Laughter went missing,
Trees sway to the songs of songbirds,
While the cool summer breeze blows by.
Drowning in yesterday's love begotten.
Sea of mindless chanting begins,
Winding and swaying to summer's song,
Skipping through maniacal imaginations.
Laughter soon comes in,
Wildly unhinged,
Inhibitions fall to the ground,
Naked unsettled, and wild,
Dancing under the moon.
Forever dying,
Caressing silver Tins.
Holding that human carousel,
Hysteria controlling,
Unleashing chains.
By: Bernice Bowling
Numbness setting in,
Laughter went missing,
Trees sway to the songs of songbirds,
While the cool summer breeze blows by.
Drowning in yesterday's love begotten.
Sea of mindless chanting begins,
Winding and swaying to summer's song,
Skipping through maniacal imaginations.
Laughter soon comes in,
Wildly unhinged,
Inhibitions fall to the ground,
Naked unsettled, and wild,
Dancing under the moon.
Forever dying,
Caressing silver Tins.
Holding that human carousel,
Hysteria controlling,
Unleashing chains.
By: Bernice Bowling
Monday, November 11, 2013
The Cry of a Broken Heart
Dance my child, dance
Listen to the music of the wind
Hear the cry of the willow
Sing sorrows last song
Birds of the air cry tonight
As they breathe their last breath
They know the cheater's gone away again
Leave this place
Don't die here
Leave while you still can
Cheaters bring wreckage and betrayal
Run my child, run free in the wind
Learn to dance again
To love again
But never to trust
Never to trust again.
By: Bernice Bowling
Listen to the music of the wind
Hear the cry of the willow
Sing sorrows last song
Birds of the air cry tonight
As they breathe their last breath
They know the cheater's gone away again
Leave this place
Don't die here
Leave while you still can
Cheaters bring wreckage and betrayal
Run my child, run free in the wind
Learn to dance again
To love again
But never to trust
Never to trust again.
By: Bernice Bowling
From The Lips Of Darkness
From the Lips of Darkness
In a woodland surrounded by foliage and nature, lurked an ancient creature, scorned and filled with rage as she watched in silence. While thoughts flooded her mind of the one who scorned her. Her long, claw-like fingers rest upon her chin as she thought about the punishment that awaited the unaware.
As beautiful as she was with her long, dark, wavy hair, cascading down her back, and resting upon her ample, breast, she was throbbing from the blood flow rushing through her veins that filled her with the passion of revenge. Her sensuous, curves transforming her into a beauty unmatched by nature.
Bloodthirsty and hungry, she opened up her lips to sing as he drew closer to where she was hiding. She began to sing softly, and hauntingly as the vines begin to wind and climb themselves into place.
What was that sweet melody, he thought, as he reached the edge of the woods. It was calling to him, wanting him to come closer. Come closer, come closer into my dreams. Take my hand let me lead you the way, the voice spoke.
Mindlessly, he walked into the woods reaching toward an unseen hand. The vines closing in behind him; blocking anyone else from entering in and preventing any escape.
As he reached the heart of the woods, the land seemed to spread out. The music stopped. Looking up, he saw her, dropping down as if from what seemed to be out of nowhere, and landing steadily on her feet like a cat. She smiled, as she drew closer, him still not yet remembering, he watched this enchanting creature move with such grace, until she kissed him on his lips. Suddenly fear gripped him as he thought he had seen this face before; touched these sweet lips. Memories began to flood back to him from many years ago.......It was then he tried to scream, but no sound would come. He couldn't move. The vines were wrapping around him. Now ridden and trembling in fear as he turned white, he knew who she was. Her what once was, normal teeth, now distorted into monstrous blades ravenous with venom, right before his very eyes. He watched in terror as she opened wide her mouth as she began to consume him little by little.
She loved the feel of his blood flowing down her chin. The taste of it in her mouth delighted her with an almost sexual glee and satisfaction. Feeling it and touching the torn flesh, she could sense and hear his agony from deep within. There was none like it anywhere else. Oh, how she loved the excitement of the kill.
Limb from limb she ripped him apart slowly and joyfully, laughing, hungrily, devouring his entire body; making sure to keep him alive so he could feel every ounce of pain that she bestowed upon him. Until finally when he had nothing left, but his torso and head, did she come down fast and hard, ripping off his head in an instant and swallowing it whole. leaving behind a bloodless upper body lying on the ground.
She immediately drew back into the shadows of the woods, and her vines going with her. Leaving the torso behind for the beast of the forest. She always did believe in feeding the animals.
By: Bernice Bowling
In a woodland surrounded by foliage and nature, lurked an ancient creature, scorned and filled with rage as she watched in silence. While thoughts flooded her mind of the one who scorned her. Her long, claw-like fingers rest upon her chin as she thought about the punishment that awaited the unaware.
As beautiful as she was with her long, dark, wavy hair, cascading down her back, and resting upon her ample, breast, she was throbbing from the blood flow rushing through her veins that filled her with the passion of revenge. Her sensuous, curves transforming her into a beauty unmatched by nature.
Bloodthirsty and hungry, she opened up her lips to sing as he drew closer to where she was hiding. She began to sing softly, and hauntingly as the vines begin to wind and climb themselves into place.
What was that sweet melody, he thought, as he reached the edge of the woods. It was calling to him, wanting him to come closer. Come closer, come closer into my dreams. Take my hand let me lead you the way, the voice spoke.
Mindlessly, he walked into the woods reaching toward an unseen hand. The vines closing in behind him; blocking anyone else from entering in and preventing any escape.
As he reached the heart of the woods, the land seemed to spread out. The music stopped. Looking up, he saw her, dropping down as if from what seemed to be out of nowhere, and landing steadily on her feet like a cat. She smiled, as she drew closer, him still not yet remembering, he watched this enchanting creature move with such grace, until she kissed him on his lips. Suddenly fear gripped him as he thought he had seen this face before; touched these sweet lips. Memories began to flood back to him from many years ago.......It was then he tried to scream, but no sound would come. He couldn't move. The vines were wrapping around him. Now ridden and trembling in fear as he turned white, he knew who she was. Her what once was, normal teeth, now distorted into monstrous blades ravenous with venom, right before his very eyes. He watched in terror as she opened wide her mouth as she began to consume him little by little.
She loved the feel of his blood flowing down her chin. The taste of it in her mouth delighted her with an almost sexual glee and satisfaction. Feeling it and touching the torn flesh, she could sense and hear his agony from deep within. There was none like it anywhere else. Oh, how she loved the excitement of the kill.
Limb from limb she ripped him apart slowly and joyfully, laughing, hungrily, devouring his entire body; making sure to keep him alive so he could feel every ounce of pain that she bestowed upon him. Until finally when he had nothing left, but his torso and head, did she come down fast and hard, ripping off his head in an instant and swallowing it whole. leaving behind a bloodless upper body lying on the ground.
She immediately drew back into the shadows of the woods, and her vines going with her. Leaving the torso behind for the beast of the forest. She always did believe in feeding the animals.
By: Bernice Bowling
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