Wonders of the winter season by Isaiah Ramesses (ereader android txt) 📖

"Strange Dream Come True"
The door was closed and the room was dark
The light shinning underneath from out in the hallway insisting on being seen
The muffled murmurs of people downstairs, the music drifting up through the night, the clinking of glass against glass, toasts to the New Year
The dull thud of footsteps coming up the stairs, the racing of my heart, sweat, my mind wanting to escape, but nowhere to go
The sound of the door knob turning, the creak of it opening slowly, cautiously
The silhouette of a man standing at the thresh hold, his form looms against the light, hesitating
His breath uneven, the smell of tobacco and alcohol drifts into the room, a step, and then two,
The door was closed and the room was dark…
A sense of him moving closer, the room becoming smaller
His weight on the edge of the bed,
Trying not to move, maybe he’ll leave
A touch, gentle, shaking with anticipation, the air filled with fear
A sound, laughter from the hallway, a jolt of reality
He stands, he turns, a step, and then two
The sound of the door knob turning, the creak of it opening slowly, cautiously
The silhouette of a man standing at the thresh hold, his form looms against the light hesitating
His breath uneven; the smell of tobacco and alcohol is being sucked out of the room.
The door closed and the room was once again dark.

"En Habi’Tat"
Precious flesh of the living...
Precious made by the lord.
I see you, as I watch.
I want you in my life,
to overshadow that, which
is called dark.
I ache to possess all that you have…
all that I have not. I long to be inside
of you with all of my flow:
with all my power, I need I need you so.
I need you now, oh precious flesh.
Never given to me, but a gift from
your birth.
Let me inside! Let me bleed your blood,
let me feel as you feel.
Oh flesh of mine, cover me and make
form. Empower me now that your
heart is mine. Let me inhabit you;
O’ precious flesh, my desire. My dream,
my goal. Let me pour all that is the best
of me, into the best that is you.

"Contribution"
What does one such as I, have to give to a society of so many
different insights: the views and points of views of those that think they see the light,
and those that wonder if I am right.
As a manifestation, I help to create the lifestyle- which is actually
a realm of current realities.
Without my input and outreach that currency would cease,
without me the words such as trend or phase would be obsolete.
I am here to make the emotions known and the mind of reason
take action;
I design the new and improved dimensions of eroticies that
intrigue one lovers old attractions.
While this world is insatiable of desires and brow-raising ideas,
I relieve them of old technologies;
I make that which was in demand seem odd,
and that which was avoided, a prodigy.
As one soul of mankind, this is what I offer. This which
should not be snubbed out: my commitment to mankind.
"Aromatic"
To follow what you see and what you
may or may not hear, is stated as the old
and only way- to find a truth.
When in fact they are very new, and can be easily manipulated,
than that of a sleuth.
Have you examined the elements that bring
about the scent of joy?
Or analyzed the ingredients that come together
in creation of a spring breeze: the flowers, the new warmth, and brightest greens displayed by trees?
Decide with your nose, if the men you are speaking
with are trustworthy or of a threatening nature…
decipher that which is the odor on perfumed
clothes, rather than the odor of a fruit filled flavor.
With the nose, there is no enemy that can deceive,
nor a mimicracy between two leaves.
No expression unseen, no germ unknown;
Seek out now, and understand the power that all of us are given…
with our nose.


"Untitled II"
The beauty of my dog is one unmatched
not because of his size or his color, or his hatred for cats.
But because of his breed and his nature.
A Siberian Husky: big and warm, and appreciation of any favor.
So protective and so loving, my Sebastian is; so sensitive around my friends, such a companion he is.
The long walks we take, in the snow,
seem to give him joy: he beams up at me, his face all aglow.
From the time of his first weeks here
To the days of these fall and winter months, he brings me cheer.


"Children of Freedom"
Shying away from monarchy, they pioneered our past… and into our future.
From advancing wagoneers, to creation of model A frames, they defied the obstacles.
They staked their claim and colonized our land,
as if quite super...
Trekking through miles of grassland, giving way to plains,and even mountains- they were unstoppable.
From ambitions to separate, to the desire to integrate. And though they battled, for the showing of personality they soared.
Empowering our name of simplicity, into the
United States!
Establishing independence from our Fathers, and granting freedom to our loyal swords…
We are the chosen.
Of our lords
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Publication Date: 01-02-2010

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