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Monday, March 16, 2009


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THOSE EYES by Kate THeis


Your eyes are so very captivating to me
Your eyes are the most electrifying
It looks way beyond the beauty of the skin
And they really permeate my very soul
It sees so beyond the surface
And they mingle with your hidden treasures
Oh, yes they do
The heat of your eyes, door to your soul is overwhelming
They are hotter than the rays of the summer’s golden sun
They are big and sparkle with delicious glitters
And then they dim to soothe the nerves
Oh, yes they do
The cloud of your eyes envelop my very being
And make them like the stars of the nights blackened sky
As they shine upon this, our moment in time
And turn them, your beautiful eyes into precious gems
Water of the sea glistening in the evenings sunset
Set my heart on flames as they pierce into my soul
Oh, yes they do
I cannot help but to think of this in romance
The dance of the soul as it is titillated by your eyes
Electrifying my very being from head to toe
The heat of your eyes making love to my soul
Engulfing, mingling, teasing and comforting
Oh, yes they do.
Your eyes are so very captivating to me
I cannot stop looking at their beauty
My soul is now yours for the taking
Handle it with care, love and tenderness
Those eyes and hidden treasures mingle
My love I give, I give to you now that we are one
Those eyes…
Oh, yes they do

Saturday, March 7, 2009

TREES, IS THIS YOURS? by Kate Theis


A Mother and Father has children, as they grow they become the Mothers and Fathers having children. As time passes, the family tree grows. Those at the top are older, wiser and more pronounced. The much elder limbs become fragile losing their strength, now worn and tattered. Their limbs bare and their bark, dry and well worn. Hanging low with hardly a leaf, it is now their time for passing the torch of life. The seasons come and the seasons go. Their limbs begin to break then fall.
The rebirth of new branches sprouting at the base continue this cycle of the family that once started as the seeds of a Mother and Father. Such beauty that we are chosen to fulfill.
Family, what does this mean?
Family, who are we?
Family, What branch are you?
F=Father
A=Add
M=Mother
I=Intercourse
L=Life
Y=You
Times that many times and add those who are adopted, stepped, halved and just added.
You can be single or straight or Gay or purple, but most of all you have to be from one of the branches of the 3. Mother, Father equals me! (you)
Who I am is who I am. Like the branches of the tree, we all become someone with our own identity. Some are leafy and others are sparse. There are those who are filled with knots and knuckles, and some with bark and some have not. Colors of the wind and colors of the grass. Leaves with odd shapes and some with flare. Of course then there are some that are just bare. Some with scent and others with fruit or maybe a nut or two. These are just to name a few.
My thought it is this:
No matter who you are, you are special! You are important in the scheme of things. The puzzle piece of you would be missing and the family portrait would be incomplete.
I think of all who have passed tonight and feel their touches and hear their words.
I still see their beauty and hold on to their words. I to want to be thought of as the branch that shared all of our beauty, year after year.
I give you my seeds of remembrance, plant them with care. Plenty of hugs, kisses and kind words. You will grow to see your tree flourish. Prune your bad thoughts and water your good. Leaf out and touch someone. Go hug a tree. Hug a tree is to hug me. Thanks Mom and Dad for creating someone like me. Thanks Rose for embracing me. I love you guys! :o)