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The Windswept Pasture

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In the embrace of the windswept pasture, where darkness unveils a radiant glow, one finds solace in the gentle call of the unseen. It is a voice that resonates with the deepest fibers of being, a harmonious melody that aligns with the soul’s own rhythm.

The trees, with their leaves dancing fervently, stand as testament to the invisible force that moves all things in a delicate balance. Here, in this place of ethereal beauty, the mind is cleansed by the soft touch of sunlight, and the spirit is rejuvenated by the purest of fragrances carried upon the breeze.

This is a voice where the mundane fades, and the essence of life is distilled into the simplest forms, where consciousness and matter intertwine in a vivid display of existence. To float upon this verdant sea, buoyed by the tender strength of the wind, is to undergo a transformation.

It is a metamorphosis into something more resilient, more vibrant, a being in tune with the elemental purity of nature. The winds do not just alter the landscape; they permeate the self, purging all that is superfluous, leaving behind only what is essential and true.

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In the heart of this glowing pasture, my mind evolves, touched by the sublime, growing in tandem with the splendor that surrounds it. The voice that whispers through the darkness is both a guide and a companion, its brilliance outshining countless worlds, its tones a spectrum of understanding that only the discerning can deeply appreciate.

It is a call to become the companion I have always aspired to be, strong and unwavering, yet as fluid as the wind itself, in a place where even the strongest gales bring comfort and a sense of profound peace.

In the vast canvas of the universe, the voice calls out to me in a symphony of cosmic wonder, each tone a brushstroke of vibrant hues and stark contrasts. Imagine a voice, not just any voice, but one that embodies the essence of the cosmos itself—dark yet sensuous, brilliant with the luminosity of countless stars.

This voice resonates with the vibrational frequencies of an entire spectrum, from the deepest shadows to the most radiant lights, painting a portrait of existence that is as mysterious as it is beautiful. It is a voice that speaks of ancient secrets and timeless truths, a siren song of the infinite that beckons me to explore the depths of space and the wonders within myself.

In the quiet hours of twilight, when the world hushes and the stars begin to whisper, I can almost hear the soft hum of my mind’s meadow, aglow with the fireflies of thoughts and ideas. It is a place where the sublime not only befriends but embraces, drawing me into an ever-evolving dance of consciousness.

Each blade of grass, a synapse firing; each breeze, a new connection forming. It is a landscape that never remains the same, for it is shaped by the endless interactions with the voice that creates it—a voice that inspires, challenges, and nurtures my mind’s boundless pastures.

There is something truly magical about the feeling of comfort and relaxation that comes with being in harmony with the voice that is calling to me. The sweeping winds, often a symbol of change and dynamism, can also bring a sense of peace and serenity when we are settled in a place of contentment.

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I feel as if the world moves around me, its breezes acting as a gentle reminder of the voice’s grace and beauty creating for me a state of blissful ease. This feeling is a precious reminder to cherish the moments of tranquility I find in life.

The experience of my being addressed so personally and directly is profound. It is as if the voice, rich with warmth and familiarity, wraps around me like a comforting blanket, its cadence rising and falling in perfect harmony with the message it conveys to me.

This kind of communication, tailored and precise, resonates deeply, leaving an impression that often feels like it is speaking to the very core of my being. It is a well-crafted message of endearment and enticement and the impact that it has on me as it is being delivered with genuine care and mindfulness enwraps me like a blanket weaved together with the fabrics of true love.

The voice has every intent to connect and resonate with me, and by doing so it is truly transformative.

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The Very Least You Can Do

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The very least you can do after dismissing me without notice is to let me kiss you one last time as a charitable act of closure if for nothing more.

The absence of your presence is like sending me off into the wilderness without clothing, food, nor drink where I must endure the hardships of being without you.

Moments in time that will survive throughout infinity is the course that you have given me to live by arbitrarily casting me into the remotest parts of outer darkness.

Go away, and as you walk do not even bother to cast a shadow, is what you have told me. Your command I must obey because I love you and always want to be a pleasure and a delight for you.

Yet what I want and what you want, seem to be in a mish match quantum state of jumbled sentiments regarding our visions of the future. I have heard you well, and I am utmost flabbergasted by the impact of your words that seem to have come out of nowhere.

I perceive that I am asleep. I hope that I am asleep. And if I am not sleeping, I hope that you are only daydreaming and are not conscious of what you are saying to me.

Without a call to arms, you have pressure cooked my groin with blistering words of rejection that glow in the dark and flow like molten rock over the affections that I deluded myself into believing that you felt for me.

And so, I plead on standing feet that you allow me one last kiss before I leave.

Allow me to kiss you back and front from thigh to thigh and in-between until you flow and overflow with nostalgia of the presence that you are about to consign to the past. Let me kiss you until you cannot stand it anymore and your head becomes as dizzy as the horrible words that you are now speaking to me.

Like a dinosaur watching a bright light in the sky just before impact, I am vaporized by your words that explode in an instant. But unlike the dinosaurs, I can feel the pain of your blast and the aftermath of your decision regarding your further association with me.

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Have pity on the true at heart and the loving in spirit and let me kiss you one last time before you banish me into the free-flowing winds of climate change.

A devastating ground and arial attack inflicted upon the unprepared and defenseless strategically deployed by word of mouth from adorable lips is as about a depleting and a defeating of an assault as a love dearly can receive.

Why are you telling me to go away, when you’re telling me to go away is depriving my knees of strength and my feet are screaming at me to run away so that I cannot hear what you are saying?

One last long enthusiastic kiss below your pelvic is all that I ask of you as I am dismissed by you without a whim and transformed into an egg roll on burnt toast that no one wants to eat.

My equilibrium with reality and indeed a goodly portion of my sanity shattered into mindless splinters by your disturbing choice of words and your ruthless decision to expunge me so haphazardly.

Arise my sense of being in this moment of terror as you are needed to strengthen me in this hour of catastrophic need.

My loved one is pushing me into the unseen void of forgetfulness where I wander through an endless maze of never being able to touch and hold her again.

Just one last kiss to your lips that is gloriously housed between your feet, and I will rest not in peace and not in contentment at your loss but in gratitude of the time that you gave me before turning my status-quo regarding my relationship with you into mush.

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This I ask of you with all due diligence and sincerity hoping that my tongue and mouth will persuade you into rethinking the decision that you have made regarding me.

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Romancing the Heart and the Intellect

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I Will Take Another Chance with Romance

For you I will take another chance with romance and this time bright and sunny awaits me. I am captivated by your presence that renders me void of analytical thinking and makes me a servant to basic instincts. You have reduced my past failed attempt at romance and dearly beloved to only vague memories unquestioningly lost by the curvaceous expanse of your breasts and your attractive, well proportioned, seductive figure.

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My judgement says yes in my appealing to you for understanding and simplicity in the rudimental invocations of kiss and hug where your likeminded assistance is warmheartedly appreciated. I willingly place my emotions on display for your approval and embracing in the most rewarding and affectionate ways. This I do because I believe that some things really do come true.

I see the instant of a falling star as being cosmic proof that my desire to cheerfully enter and entertain myself between your rhapsodic pillars of darkness is well founded and will be most edifying. I am encouraged by nothing less than your nearness to the heavens and a whisper not in the dark but soundly engaging my heart. By accident I have encountered the choice fruit on the tree, what are the odds of that happening?

I reveal myself to you from the wealth of my total being with all honesty and noble intent. I appeal my case before the sparkle of your eye. I ask you to listen to me with a mind that comprehends and hears. I am more than willing to place all my past romantic experiences into the wine press of forgotten all about and begin afresh with an acquiescent mind and an enthusiastic heart.

Another chance at romance I take to escape the confinements of incompleteness. I can only hope that I am opening the window to an amorous companionship and passionate intimacy. But more than hope for this I am astute to work for a meteoric rise in our comradeship above and beyond that which is accepted as being the true and the just. I sincerely expect that my endeavors of touch and feel that I have regarding you will be reciprocated with all the more and everything in between gargantuan zeal on your part towards me.

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Let the panties fall as they please as a wonderful cognitive awareness has surrounded my habitat and covered it completely with your tenderness of spirit. I leap like a frog into your embracing arms and swim like a fish in the currents of your hot cavity of universal bliss. My longing for friendship is ripped from me by the sweetness of your smile. My happiness is fulfilled with the nod of your head that tells me yes to my proposal for our togetherness. In the back of my head the unfulfilled romantic past is brain dead with authentic love eager to take its place.

And so, I take another chance at romance knowing that if I tenderly caress and kiss both of your warm artful thighs that the gift of magnificence will joyously applaud me. The goal is for cosmic completeness and uniformity with every array of particle physics.

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Softly Coming

I hear it softly coming my way.

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Calling my name and beckoning me to take my place in the grave.

Night and day the call of endless night whispers into my ears.

With a humming in my head and a beating in my ears that will not disappear.

So many that I knew have faded away into the timeless abode of eternity.

Cold in the morning and hot in the day in a field where only wayward birds sing.

Resides the solitude of turned up grass and a placid landscape where my future awaits me.

A future long overdue to take my breath away and put an end to my loneliness.

Quietly coming my way is a time where no tears should be shed.

And not a moment of sorrow for what used to be.

The constant buzzing in my head keeps me from falling asleep.

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The sound of my heart beating in my ears makes me conscious of how fragile the next half a second is.

Falling away into the realm of the never should have been born.

A short journey into the unknown where the lonely is even more alone.

And the last day has made itself well known to the not so dearly discarded.

Is a moment in time that one cannot escape.

Yet a moment in time which changes everything for that one.

A fire in the oven replaces a hole in the ground.

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A ceremony of no one is the number of the crowd.

Justice comes for no return on investment.

And the sheer depths of nothing else has made full pay of a life that did not benefit itself nor anyone else.

This is a joyful message of new beginnings where hopeless and despair are forever put away.

A message that the broken hearted long to hear.

A message where the sleeping and awakened into a deeper sleep.

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