Category Archives: My Poetry
YOUR FIRE, MY HEART’S DESIRE (reblog)
Speak the words that ignite the flame
and without flinching, nor a sideways glance
though my heart does tremble, for you I wait
as your fire prompts my feet to dance.
In painful consummation my voice may wail
and down my cheeks tears leave their trail
yet I will trust in you forever without fail
your fire strengthening my heart so frail.
Though mortal fear seizes my hopes and dreams
and I cannot see what is after the end
the light of your fire is a lamp for my feet
the consort of pain my teacher and friend.
Oh search me, know me, and cleanse me with truth
fanning passion for your purging fire
all my pearls and flaws too, I lay open for you
I will stand still in the judgement and not expire.
For your strength I desire, and your heart I require
all that makes me your own
keep me alight with your flame of life
so much glory to me have you shown.
May I be counted worthy and true
a jewel set in your crown
through trial and turmoil, wickedness and strife
may all my words be a pleasing sound.
My earthen vessel I’ve emptied, now offered up to you
fill it to overflowing, and send me out into the night
a quest for my King, a message to man
my battle armor ready, I stand willing to fight.
I close my eyes and breathe you in
your face is all I can see
I invite you inside, my lord and king
rest your fire upon me, make known your decree.
Though shadows fall, and terror descends
I stand here before you, I will not flee
steadied by your words, I will trust in your love
as I watch and wait for your glory.
~ Celeste ~
Posted in My Poetry
FOOLISH HEART!
The smile on my face falters and vanishes
like the sun chasing away the remnants of morning mist
The shattering of my heart inside my chest is a searing pain
a terrifying audible sound in my ears…….
The cold, empty room banishes any lingering warmth
I had left to feel,
my warm body traded for the coldness of a corpse.
I stand there and stare at you
the shock of your words vibrating through my bones….
There is nothing I can do to stop the panic I feel
my breathing so harsh it threatens to consume me in blackness.
At this point I could turn and walk away, but I can’t
I am rooted to this very spot,
afraid to take my eyes off of you….
afraid you will disappear with the blink of my eye.
How could you turn on me like a venomous snake,
an unthinking, unfeeling beast?
Have you come to destroy my heart and soul?
Was it your plan from the beginning to steal away
the biggest, most vulnerable part of me?
Righteous indignation now swells to bursting in my veins….
my eyes narrow and glower at my target,
fueled by the raw, aching wound of your betrayal.
I am now an unwilling captive of of this torment…
yet you stand there unscathed, unharmed and unaccountable for your actions.
I tremble with rage as I walk toward you,
but freeze before I can strike out at your face…..
I am gripped by the very love I have for you,
the love that is now a perverted, twisting plague that I know will devour me if I cannot escape it…..
It isn’t fair…..
It isn’t fair…..
You give me that small smile that used to make my knees weak
but now only makes my guts clench, making me ill….
For I know I shall never turn in my bed to see your face again
smiling at me like some beautiful angel
as the morning sun shines through the window on your face…..
No…..I cannot forgive you….not now, not yet…..
and no I cannot accept you back into my arms,
though you say you are truly sorry and profess your love…..
Where did this get me before?
What will come of me now?
Though it kills me and goes against everything inside me,
I turn and walk away…..
Away from the one person I ever loved more than life…..
My mind knowing I must get away to protect what is left of my heart,
to try and seek healing and somehow survive this…..
My heart begging me to stay and pull you in my arms, to comfort you in your regret…..
FOOLISH HEART!
I falter in my stride away from you and turn to glimpse you
one last time…..
But you are not watching,
you cannot even look me in the eye.
My heart twinges in pity and love for you and I hate myself for that…..
Just when I feel I will go back to you,
I turn and run as far and as fast as I can,
not daring to stop or look back again…..
I WILL SURVIVE….
~ Celeste ~
SONG OF MY SOUL (reblog)
There is a song that is written just for me
I hear it playing, crooning so beautifully
it strums over my heart igniting my soul
restoring the passion my enemy stole.
Sizzling sound waves lap me in sensual lush
my blood pumping forth in a dizzying rush
purging my mind from worldly dissent
cleansing a heart that was utterly spent.
The melody ushers in delightful sensation
worships my body in it’s godly creation
with me sharing secrets that have never been told
my hips sway in rhythm to a ballad of old.
At one with the music that graces the night
I dance with my heart and all of my might
conjuring the elements in breathless desire
all the earth burns for a taste of my fire.
I dance here below but am joined with the spirits
their presence so close to mine I can feel it
I am ushered into their ravishing power
In return my euphoria on them I shower.
~ Celeste ~
Posted in My Poetry
Muse, where have you gone? A lesson.–(reblog)
Oh muse, my muse
where have you gone?
Without you I become mute
my words are withdrawn.
An empty sheet of paper
and pen in my hand
I sit and wait to hear
and try to understand.
But the words are locked away
shut up and sealed tight
My mind in constant struggle
just to get one sentence right.
Not feeling like myself
from empty paper I look away
a tear of frustration slides down my cheek
my thoughts too battered and frayed.
This empty paper
stares back into my soul
is it there just to mock me
my despair it’s only goal?
Oh muse, dearest muse
I long for a touch
I need the release of my words
I fear this is just too much.
A prisoner of my own tongue
Oh where is my creative spark?
With wings it did soar and left me behind
the light in my mind has gone dark.
But I guess it’s times like these
that I’m forced to contemplate
to examine things that need tending
till words return to a mind abate.
So it’s not only the destination
the importance of the journey I now see
I just needed some patience long enough
for my spirit to sing and guide me.
Now it’s not just an empty paper
but a canvas to hold words of gold
a masterpiece of my choosing to create
a story of love from my pen to unfold.
Right here and now I know
my muse did not me leave
she quietly waited inside of my soul
another journey’s lesson for my heart to believe.
Posted in My Poetry
Haunting Glory (experimental no edit)
This was NOT in any way edited. This song played as I wrote, setting the ambiance in my environment….. Here goes…..
All encompassing, a buzzing in the chest and mind,
the body as in post coital glow,
the nerves played as musical notes that hum throughout in discordant harmony,
settling over the body in a blanket of warmth,
swelling the heart, losing the spirit,
breaking open the stony dams that withhold the strength of deep rushing waters……
A terrifying humility that comes in the presence of the culmination of all things,
a reverence so deep the pressure forces one down, dropping them to their knees…..
Fear and adoration whisper through quivering lips,
hearts cry out while trembling bodies press low their chests and cheeks to the ashes scattered along the hardened ground.
OVERWHELM ME…….
Posted in Inspirational songs, My Poetry, Prose
Betrayed
When fear nurtures scorn, evasion belies
the truth of the muse’s heartfelt cries
erecting fragile walls in turn
what sweet bridges were now slowly burn.
In sluggish form my steps retreat
shame hangs the head and drags the feet
silence devours, feeds the soul’s endless screams
demons torment the sacred place of rest and dreams.
A chord of pain escapes and drifts through the night
a desperate prayer uttered with no strength left to fight
seeds planted with no warmth to grow
dies in the ground with no life to show.
Behold the garden of weeds and lies
no more see the blooms reach for blue skies
Twas here we made our promise and spoke our vows of love
our orchard now neglected, echoes cries of mournful doves.
The heavens turn gray and she opens up wide
forlorn, I stood there in the rain and cried
prayed in vain for the water to wash away
the painful scourge of love betrayed.
~Celeste~
Posted in Inspirational songs, My Poetry
Surrender
Your love is like pure magic,
a longed for fantasy,
my pounding heart now captured,
by the spell you put on me.
My body burns with yearning,
awaiting the brand of your kiss,
the slow descent of your warm lips,
breathless anticipation of their bliss.
My heart beating ever faster,
the closer you draw near,
you prolong my fervent torture,
whispering wicked words at my ear.
You’re better than my wildest dreams,
I’m lost in heady desire,
and when your lips at last reach mine,
I surrender my soul to the fire.
Posted in My Poetry
A journey through the darkness (reblog)
May I have your attention
please lend me your ear
and hear a true story
of a night that lasted years.
Lost in a dark and dreary place
I was trapped in my own prison
I could not admit or accept the fact
this undoing had been my decision.
My eyes now glazed over
and my hearing grown dull
I waited and searched for an uncomparable gift
but my heart the deceiver had lulled.
Trying to find my way back home
on knees I crawled battered and bruised
Oh why has grace removed itself far from me,
my soul is continually refused.
Oh bright and shining, morning star
I ask you to show me the way
please help my eyes to see the light
and turn this darkness to day.
When my words had run out, I ended my pleas
and I lifted up my eyes
a beacon of light was beckoning me
and it lit up a path from the skies.
The ice on my heart began to melt
a new warmth I felt within
healing the wounds that were there for so long
assuring me I was forgiven for my sins.
Just then I heard a voice
speaking straight to me…
“Never again fear the darkness of night,
trust in my way and you will be free.
For it is in the darkness
that the light you seek burns bright,
an aide to help you along the way
to keep you fighting the good fight.”
My spirit renewed, I gave thanks in silent awe
the gift of grace had returned,
It’s roots now deeper than ever before
to preserve in me all that I’d learned.
written by Celeste
Dreams of Angels
A feeling of liquid warmth
my heart blossoms wide open
a fragrance so sweet it permeates the grey
love and contentment pours through the fissures in my soul.
Soothing voices whisper, a promise of healing rest
soft feathers calm, brushing against my face
I reach out desperately to cling to the miracle
the angels gather me in their arms…..
My eyes slowly open as I wake from the dream.
Celeste
Posted in My Poetry
My Immortal Love, My Beloved……..(reblog)
So carefully, mindfully,
do you come to me in my chambers….
How lovely the sound of your approaching footsteps
to my threshhold.
How I have longed for this moment,
waited for the day I shall see you once more;
Your consuming presence transforms me
into an illuminate creature,
an angelic being belonging to the light
no longer held prisoner by the shadows.
The sound of your voice
tames my furious inner seas,
brings peace to the fiery tempest that rages
in the lonely and broken recesses
of my soul….
My heart you have won,
It is yours forever.
Gentle as a dove
you cradle my fragile, mortal heart
that was ravaged and left to perish
in the desolate wastelands.
Sweetly you feed me Ambrosia,
imparting healing and strength of the Gods.
I am nourished and cared for,
given new life,
a reason to believe again.
As thunder rolls in the near distance,
behind closed eyes
I shudder with longing….
I burn for you.
The ground quakes….
trembling, I ignite into brilliant flames,
the light bursting forth
and thawing the icy cathedrals of despair
that hold me captive.
Relief washes over me
like white spring rains
when at long last you reach out for me
pulling me into your arms….
holding me so tightly
as you shelter me from
the looming darkness that threatens
my safe passage into eternity.
Strong hands tenderly raise
my tear stained face
to meet the resolution
and stark beauty of iridescent eyes,
and I am assured of the sincerity
and trust that lies within.
And as passion brews there,
you bend down slowly
to plant hungry kisses on my lips
that grow in intensity
as they travel down the smooth
alabaster skin of my neck,
desperately,
as though it were the last time
you would taste me.
The honied, dewy lips
of my immortal, my beloved
is a force of life felt throughout time,
my warrior, a gift of joy….
His presence a token
of true love and desire,
so freely and lavishly
bestowed upon me.
Oh, that you would forever
hold me close to your bosom,
and breath new life into
my weary bones….
For I am tired
and heavy with the sorrows
and grievances of this world.
Take me, carry me away with you
as you spread your wings in flight
to soar through the clouds
and into the promised lands
and let me remain with you forevermore;
until life as we have known it
is no more,
and all things cease to exist,
wiped from every memory
and vanished beyond the realms of time.
~ Celeste ~
Posted in My Poetry, My Writing Expositions, Undying Love
The lesson of the pebble (reblog)
A sweet, endearing song that enchants the ears of the listener. A few months ago, I wrote this poem as I was listening to this song. Hope you enjoy.
At dawn she rises, a day like any other
and tries her best to force a smile
again she’ll have to reach down deep
to keep her holding on for a while.
For so long she’s had to battle
this war between her heart and mind
she had not expected in all her life
to find these walls she’d built to hide behind.
Now her sorrow had outrun her
her burden too painful to hold
the joyful song her heart had once sung
was silent and dormant in the cold.
Happiness and peace once the pillars of her soul
in all things she’d found the beauty of a rose
but her world had turned to shades of gray
this is not the life she ever would have chose.
In the still and quiet of the morning
she walked alongside a stream
and wondered why her plans had failed
and deserted her soul in a broken dream.
Beneath the water something caught her eye
a pebble the color of the bluest sky
in the midst of all the others it’s color truly showed
the beauty in it’s solitude made her want to cry.
It was a rock like all the others
it’s journey too was much the same
but in it own uniqueness it proudly laid
alone, yet it didn’t complain nor think of another to blame.
She reached down through the water
and picked up the pebble with care
she would keep it in her pocket
to remind her of her time there.
For nature had spoken and she listened with her heart
and received a lesson that day
that no matter how lonely and forgotten we feel
his love remains near to show us a way.
~ Celeste ~
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