There is light a flash engulfing darkness overwhelming stillness absolute silent Time is frozen. I am frozen. Or do I exist anymore at all? I do not know All I have is this thought I am I am here somewhere nowhere everywhere or Am I the thought that someone else is having? You are You are there and so am I A pop a flash then there is light blank soft light Everyone is gone but I am not alone. . . . . . from By Moonlight: A Post Apocalyptic Fairy Tale by Q. Lenise Lee. Copyright 2021. All Rights Reserved.
By Moonlight 4.1c
Ethan knew that mercy was not in their spirits and, if he were ever captured by them again, they would keep him alive to bleed him out slowly, one cut at a time… over decades, centuries eons, if necessary… whatever would make him suffer the most, until his very last breath. And then they would call him back to life, and do it all over again.
Q. Lenise lee
The clouds gathered in the distance, dark and terrifyingly alive with static and energy.
From below, Ethaniel and Shalise watched as the high blue sky disappeared behind the descending chaos. Dakken hovered nearby, a silent shadow beneath the long barren branches of the ancient elm tree. The children sat in the dust near a dilapidated car, rusted nearly to only strip metal and bolts. They held hands and kept their eyes closed tight, as if in deep prayer and meditation.
A reckoning was upon them all. Elder gods do not die, they are only reborn darker and more powerful.
Ethan and Shay moved closer and pressed their shoulders together. The pale skin of Ethan’s broad shoulder pushed into the warm flesh of Shay’s slim brown one. On instinct, they touched hands and held tight to each other. Electrified chaos began gathering all around them. But they had defeated the dark once before. Together . As one force, united. And they could do it again.
From below, Ethaniel and Shalise watched as the high blue sky disappeared behind the descending chaos. Dakken hovered nearby, a silent shadow beneath the long barren branches of the ancient elm tree. The children sat in the dust near a dilapidated car, rusted nearly to only strip metal and bolts. They held hands and kept their eyes closed tight, as if in deep prayer and meditation.
A reckoning was upon them all. Elder gods do not die, they are only reborn darker and more powerful.
Ethan and Shay had nearly destroyed a very ancient, very powerful coven, and now those very same beings, crushed under the tons of rubble and ruin of their toppled home, had risen. They were the violent energy pushing behind the storm pulsing closer toward the outnumbered outcasts.
Mother and Father had kept Ethan as a son, had given him all the rights and cruel privilege of their abysmal ancestry, and he had turned on them, fiercely and without hesitation. And now his former guardians had returned, much faster than he had anticipated, angry and hungry for revenge. Ethan knew that mercy was not in their spirits and, if he were ever captured by them again, they would keep him alive to bleed him out slowly, one cut at a time… over decades, centuries eons, if necessary… whatever would make him suffer the most, until his very last breath. And then they would call him back to life, and do it all over again. There would be no end to his torment.
Shay had risked everything to save Ethan. She could have easily left him to die in the dungeon, but it would have been the same as sentencing her own self to death. They were linked, beyond physical bonds. Their blood, their thoughts, their powers, their very lifeforce flowed as one. She had never sensed so much, been so aware of the flow of energy all around her, until Ethan touched her that fateful night in the dive bar. It was as if every cell in her body had suddenly awakened for the very first time.. She had felt every stripe of the whip the torturers had inflicted upon Ethan as if the sting had touched her own body each and every time. The truth was clear and simple, Ethan and Shay were bonded for life, and beyond. If he died, then so would she. And now, they were facing the same fate again. She wasn’t prepared to fight again, and neither was he. They didn’t understand what they were capable of together or the full extent of their abilities. But they would have to learn quickly, time was not on their side.
Dakken was the coward of the group. He had sensed the trouble in the basement, when Shay had escaped and went to rescue Ethan. He had heard the yells of guards frantically trying to subdue the couple. He had felt the walls of the house tremble. He warned no one; only disappeared into the twilight of the early morning, saving himself and not a single other soul. His true allegiance was to himself and his duty was, first and foremost, to his own survival, and for this he had broken a sacred oath to lay down his life for the dark ones that he served. He had failed them, and now his life was once more in terminal danger. The sentence for treason against the elders… death without trial. Instant. Painful. Humiliating. Death. Over and over again, forever.
The children were different. They were the only truly innocent party here. Or were they? Where had they come from? And how had they survived in the daylight and even during the nightmares of nightfall on their own for so long? The thought again passed between Ethan to Shay, but there was no time to wonder about answers.
Time was up.
The gun metal grey clouds flowed over and under each other, like quicksilver, or a snake filled with poison, alive and full of dark magix.
And then the lightning bolt flashed. Bright and blinding. Striking inches from where Dakken hid in the shadows of the tree. And just like that, day was night, black and dangerous.
Everything went dark around the couple, and then the howls started. The screeches followed. The darkness had called out to those who dwell within it. The light of the sun kept them cramped in basements, buried behind dirt piles, hidden in the boarded ruins of buildings and other dwellings.. but now.. now that the sun was gone, they began to burst forth and pour into the chaos of the sudden nightfall.
Ethan and Shay moved closer and pressed their shoulders together. The pale skin of Ethan’s broad shoulder pushed into the warm flesh of Shay’s slim brown one. On instinct, they touched hands and held tight to each other. Electrified chaos began gathering all around them. But they had defeated the dark once before. Together . As one force, united. And they could do it again.
But how many times? How many times would they have to become a whirlwind of power? How many times could they do it? Was this an infinite gift? Or would their luck be up one day?
Snarls circled closer, ravenous sounds meant to inspire fear and wild pulses.
Shay and Ethan planted their bare feet deeper into the dust, powering up and readying themselves for the first attack.
And then…there was light.
Not a burst nor a flash, but a brilliant blue funnel of swirling light. A column of illumination that lit up the dark and blew back the wild things that were roaming there.
Ethan and Shay stumbled back as they turned, startled, covering their faces from the powerful brightness, nearly as white hot as the glare of the noonday sun.
It was the children. Engulfed in a blue flame, still hand in hand, eyes closed, they were the beacon of last hope.
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from By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairytale by Q. Lenise Lee
Copyright 2021 Lenise Lee Pubn. All Rights Reserved.
Lost in dreams,
I dare not, awaken
lest I forgot, the memory,
of true life, lived
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Q.
Hints of warmth, tease souls
Dreams float, on daises
Summer vibes, reborn
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Q
My third eye opens to a fourth, dimensions unfold and expand
I must not allow, these things
to infiltrate, my heart
disrupt, my mind
distract, the movement, of my spirit
All things pass, expect, those which are
Right and true.
I choose now
which I stand, in the midst of
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Q
borrowed and blue
fleeting and fickle
anxious and amazing
wandering and wanting
exciting and ethereal
…the energy and magnetism, of life unfolding
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Q
Love the sound of the morning,
where peace and anticipation reign free
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Q
balance and energy.
the call of the universe,
pulling us to greater heights.
the spirit of the universe,
pursuing us into our wildest dreams.
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Q. Lenise Lee
against the creeping darkness,
A bright, piercing light
Shines Anew.
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Q. Lenise Lee
I am.
Reborn in the morning,
settled at eventide.
In balance.
As one,
with the Universe.
All things that were.
All things that are.
All things that will be.
I am.
Art and artist.
Creation and creator.
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Q. Lenise Lee
I have a vision in my mind, of
Everything.
Existence.
Eternity.
Reality.
All
things in between, and
outside of
them. And then
I write
simply
carefully
BOLDLY.
I am.
I will
BE.
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Q. Lenise Lee
I see the
Sky, unfolding
I am
humbled
empowered
amazed
I am
surrounded by
Light
and the possibilities
of the All
I want to
feel
light in
my eyes
and listen
to the nothingness
and fullness of
the morning
Moments are
filled
to the brim of
breaking while
I want to lose time
or have
time lose
me
whichever
is least binding
most
fulfilling
to feel
fully
alive
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Q. Lenise Lee
I believe in the ether
and the void
and the light
and in everything in between
I have the day in my head
and in my hands
caught up in my heart
and in my spirit
I believe in rest
and in motion
I believe in small, carefully planned steps
I believe in giant, careless leaps
I believe in the impossible
made possible
I believe in the infinity
of this moment
I was made to create
to define
to refine
to be
to become
One in All, All in One
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Q. Lenise Lee
I walk thru the center of Creation
At the heart of Existence
And I live.
And I breathe.
(I breathe deeply).
And I am.
The spirit of the Universe surrounds me
Cradles me.
Nourishes me.
I am Loved.
I am Love.
All, and the All in All, is revealed.
I dwell within.
The Unfolding.
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~Q. Lenise Lee
By Moonlight 2.4 : The End is the Beginning
I.
Ruin and rumble.
On all sides. In all directions.
That was all the pair could see.
They stood, surveying the carnage which they had created.
But that was now.
A moment ago they were huddled together beneath the heap of heavy rocks and dust that had once been a dark castle on a black hill. They were protected from the immense weight of the pile by the energy bubble they had forged at the very last moment.
The moment when they, in unison – as they would always be from this point forward – realized that they were more powerful together than apart.
When the great revelation finally came upon them, and then manifested itself.
Shalise and Ethaniel were the most powerful beings in this universe. They always had been and always would be, but only when they were One.
Hands still clasped together, fingers interwoven – her cocoa ones twining through his pale ones – they breathed, again as a single force, slow…deep…purposeful breaths.
This was not a victory. It was only a beginning.
They had ended the dark reign of those who had dwelled within the walls now laid flat. Yet there was so much more to do. Ethan’s father and mother were not dead. They had merely removed themselves from danger. He could sense that – very clearly – and, by default, so could Shay. They were not near. The sinister force that had once haunted this ground had been forcefully swept far away, but not so far that their heavy presence had been completely muted. They were in hiding. Probably had taken a chosen few of their minions and gone to think, regroup, and plot their next phase. There was no doubt in Ethan’s mind – nor Shay’s – that they would resurface, eventually.
“What now?” Shay’s voice was soft, unusually soft, and its subtle texture pulled at his heart, causing Ethan to squeeze her hand slightly, tenderly.
He turned his blue eyes from the wreckage surrounding them and placed a tender, warmer gaze into her hazel stare. He loved her so much. It was an overwhelming swell in the center of his chest, a feeling of complete rapture that he had never known before and would experience only in her presence. He wanted to run away with her to the furthest corners of creation and wrap her so completely in his love, so that no force would ever be able to touch her luminous spirit or harm her perfect flesh again. Would that be terribly selfish to actually do that?
Just as quickly as the thought silked his mind, another tug called it back to the here and now.
Ethan’s eyes reluctantly looked away and back toward the coming dawn.
This time, for the first time in many years, he did not fear the rising of the new sun. The permeation of a once-feared dose of heavy daylight, instead, heralded a new sensation, which he welcomed.
It no longer burned to feel the ember waves of sunlight flowing over his skin. It was a warm caress. A revitalizing pulse of energy, renewing his purpose and setting his solemn vows into sacred places.
Ethan closed his eyes, tilted his sharp chip upward, locked his jaw tight, and breathed deeply of the new day and of the morning dew. Where once darkness had been his bondage, Ethaniel was, now and forever, reborn in Light. With his queen, his love, the other half of his soul, Shalise, by his side.
Dipping his face down and out toward the eerily silent city in the valley below, he knew there was much work to be done. Nothing stirred there. It was time to wake up others and bring them into this journey. They would need much help with what was to come.
“Now we fight.” He said, voice low and husky, filled with passion and purpose. “We hold the dark. Push it back, starting here and then move that front in all directions. This is zero ground. It will soon become sacred again.”
Shay moved her gaze in the direction that his eyes pointed toward.
She held tighter to his hand, and the glow at the center of their grasp pulsed again.
“We fight,” she repeated his oath, “We hold the dark. We push it back, as far as we can in all directions… Together.”
“Together,” he affirmed, as the couple began to move forward on strengthen legs.
II.
Theia nodded. She was finally satisfied.
“Now we help them,” the goddess said as she began to transform her energy and descend into the human realm. “This ending is the world’s new and much-needed beginning.”
“Agreed,” her celestial husband, Hyperion, noted in an energy pulse, as he also moved toward the lower world of mankind.
In a thought, they were both removed from their watchful post behind the curtain of creation and walking among the mortal beings.
They would not be recognized. At least not until they were ready to be so.
As they moved toward the edge of the muted and dirty city, the silhouette of a couple pierced the light of dawn spilling over the hill on the eastern horizon.
“There,” Theia said, “coming over that hill.”
“I see them,” Hyperion replied, “shall we introduce ourselves?”
“No,” her answer was sharp and low. “Let them find us first. This will be the first of many tests. We must prepare them in all areas for what is to come.”
“Indeed.”
And with that, like smoke and fog, the two were gone into the air.
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BEGIN PART THREE
©Lenise Lee Pubn. All Rights Reserved.
By Moonlight : Interlude I : Hyperion and Theia
“Shall we assist them?”
They spoke, but not in a manner that any human could fully comprehend, and not in a language that any human could completely understand or speak fluently.
They existed, but not on a frequency that mankind could dwell within for more than a flash of a moment, or what they perceived to be a moment.
They constantly observed, with the children of men having only the slightest sensation of their presence.
They battled and waged great wars amongst one another and on scales so immense that the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve were only signaled of their occurence by way of unpredicted and grand celestial events.
They also loved, more tenderly than any mother or father toward a newborn, and more passionately than a lover with a newfound kindred spirit.
Yet now, through all they had witnessed over the eons, since the dawning of all things, this moment had caught their fullest attention.
Great members of the House of the Pantheons stood on alert, contemplating if intervention was needed – not only to save mankind but, more importantly, to save themselves.
Man would continually evolve and regress and then return to a thinking, contemplating species only to tumble downward once more, as was his destiny, but the celestials were created to overcome such a barbaric cycle.
However, here and now, this perceived moment could potentially be the beginning of the undoing of the many layers and ribbons that enfolded the fabric of reality itself.
Hyperion, mighty king of Sol, looked, more like motioned his celestial energy toward, Theia, his wife, mother of Luna and Gaia.
She acknowledged him by casting forward a rippling wave of light energy of her own to touch the source of his being.
If they were to manifest into tender flesh, he would be in the appearance of a kind and jolly father, handsome and robust for his age; and she would be a startling beauty, too vibrant to be thought of as a mother and too enigmatic to be anything other than adored by all.
“We will wait,” was her quiet, calm reply. “They must prove themselves worthy of our help.”
He nodded.
She was correct, as always.
His wife was the more rationale one, and he, the more radical of the pair.
Where she was meditative and strategic, he was quick to action with pure emotion.
Still.
Still, Hyperion could not shake the feeling that on this particular point, she could be – dare he think it – wrong.
Perhaps not assisting the humans in this particular struggle could prove to be a mistake.
These two were different.
They were more like gods than humans.
Demi-gods, of course, but that was only a play on words and concepts most of the time.
Quickly, he returned his attention to the seriousness of the situation at hand.
Every timeline from this point forward played out before him.
The pair were victorious in none.
And in the process of losing, they would destroy half of the earth and most of the lifeforms that dwelled upon her, by accident, time and time again.
They were too inexperienced in this form of combat, and had very little knowledge as to how to truly harness, focus, and control the power that swirled erratically and chaotically within their genes.
Now bonded, they were like a nuclear inferno, with all of the correct fusions reacting all at once.
Poised to blow in all directions, consuming all things in its path.
“No, dearest,” he spoke to her in a loving wave, “you are incorrect. This bonded pair has already proven much.” He continued as his memory replayed the couple’s individual lifelines. “We have seen it, since their births, how they have already overcome many trials, traps, and adversities, and are still pulsing with a wonderfully bright beacon of purest light.”
He paused, awaiting a stern objection, but none came.
“Husband,” Theia replied, turning her glorious being in his direction. To Hyperion’s shock, she was smiling, or what a human would describe as smiling, if ever a human could see her true face without being consumed. “Finally. You see beyond passion. You see true reason. You see true purpose. And yes, I agree. My initial judgement was in err… on purpose,” she quickly added. “We will intervene…but not just yet.”
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By Moonlight 2.3 : Show No Fear
By Moonlight 2.2 : Offerings and Other Things
By Moonlight 2.1 : Fire and Ice, and Sun and Moon
By Moonlight 2.0 : Rise, Queen
the secret
The greatest secret that I’ve learned is that happiness is born within. It is a wonderful, energizing, real place that only I can summon from inside of myself. After having the opportunity to experience so many elements that are supposed to bring happiness into my life, I have come to the profound knowledge that there is no source external to the self that will ever bring true and sustainable motivation, peace, evolution or ascension. These are all gifts of the spirit. Acknowledging them, receiving them, carrying them forward every into moment of existence. Living in my light.
Show no fear
Finding Glory is not an easy task.
In truth, it is not a task in the strict sense of the word.
It is a journey, more like an experience,
overflowing with journeys within journeys.
I think a blessed soul, who is truly free, will have the opportunity
to experience many diverse lives and lifestyles
all at once.
They are within a flux of constant and grand evolution.
They are always experiencing the weight, the wonder, the phenomenon, the illumination
of Glory.
The Glow will be undeniable.
The Energy they attract immeasurable.
They will experience as much of Glory as can be understood and internalized within the limits of the fold of the experience we know as
Humanity.
The greatest of these travelers will realize this truth,
Some immediately,
Others over the course of an exciting, interesting, and unusual lifespan,
and will come to embrace this gift and this majesty.
Many are called, few are chosen.
And with that, I realize
Fear and the fear of myself,
My grand potential and purpose within Glory,
are my greatest mountains, my most formidable foes, my most intense struggles.
The solution is simple.
I must show no Fear.
I must only live in Light, Truth, Love.
These are the offspring of Glory, and
The promise that I keep, the secret that I guard, constantly
Q. Lenise Lee (forever rose, fleur-de-lis)
In the beginning
There they stood, hand in hand, on the very edge of an unknown and unnamed universe mere moments after its birth. Swirls of multicolored dust and lights scattered and danced across a blank canvas. In what would be known as seconds, clouds of galaxies, bubbling over with new life smaller than a fleck, burst forth. In every direction, tiny diamond pinpoints raced ahead, signaling that this new creation was very pleased with how its makers had designed it.
The male, fresh-faced with an ageless appearance, looked over and smiled at the female. He watched her eyes shine and marvel at what they had just done. This same scene had replayed countless times, yet the joyous glow hovering upon her lovely cheeks always brought a renewed sensation of warmth fluttering within his chest. When they worked their magic together, every time was better than the first.
With the tip of his finger, he moved a lock of her hair and gently tucked it behind her ear.
“What shall we do now?”
It always pleased him to follow her lead. He lived to make her happy. His very existence hinged upon filling her heart with glee.
She turned to him, her gaze swimming with unspoken adoration.
“I think we should make…love.”
The corners of his mouth quirked into an impish grin.
“As you wish.”
Turning to face the new dawn and the endless horizons stretching out before them, together they strolled forth. Their flawless forms became smaller and smaller until they stood within the boundaries of the world they had just sculpted. As one, as always, they were ready and restless to explore the shores of their newest homeland.
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iamlenise
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How do you think it all began?
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The Bond – Chapter 2.1
When he had made the perfect knot in the tie, Jake stared at his reflection. So long ago but it seemed like only yesterday. A small smile tugged the corners of his lips. He ran a hand through his wavy, cinnamon brown hair. Today was going to be a big celebration; the biggest in his life, thus far. He needed to look perfect. No, better than perfect – flawless.
Imagine
I imagine you holding me
I imagine you wrapping me in a tender embrace
I imagine your lips, whispering against my ear
I imagine you pulling me close, squeezing me tight
I imagine you wiping away all my tears, dispelling all my fears
I imagine your mouth, pressed against mine..time fades away
I imagine you and I, never again apart
I imagine you tending to my heart
I imagine you giving me the greatest gift, to feel what love is really like
I..imagine..You
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iamlenise:))
I will think of him no more
Except
As a passing thought
A fading memory
Of what once was
What was never to be
*iamlenise*
O Love that passeth knowledge, thee I need;
Pour in the heavenly sunshine; fill my heart;
Scatter the cloud, the doubting, and the dread —
The joy unspeakable to me impart.
~H. Bonar
Answering the Call
i have dreamed dreams
of moons rising
of suns setting
of worlds spinning, in reverse
around castles and mountains, laid waste
echoing cries
of gods and men, long-forgotten
heroes fallen
princes reborn
hearts pierced, yearning
rose petals scattered, waiting
to become whole
to sing
to surge
to soar
to touch the gates
of highest heaven
once more..
©iamlenise
Haunted
Tell me how to forget.
Tell me how to let go.
To make this go away.
Ease this burden.
Please tell me how to release this breath,
I have been holding deep within
For so long.
Frozen in time,
Deprived of air.
Tell me how much I need
To drown myself
In hopes
In dreams
In sorrows…
Endless words…
Before I can finally be free
Of this puzzling memory.
Just once.
Just this once…
Please…
Step out of my thoughts,
Fill this voided space
In the caverns of my heart —
Dispelling the darkness
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go or stay
stand or run
dream forever or be irrevocably awake
see all in one surreal, aching flash or shut out everything
cast a shadow or illuminate every creeping crevice
follow the path of the sun or become enchanted by the lullaby of the moon
keep quiet or shout, until the words echo back
ringing my ears
tossing off the cloak of despair
healing the blind eye
cleansing the marred heart
awakening the senses
sharpening the mind
preparing the soul
taking the breath
freeing the body
releasing the full force of destiny
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Have I imagined all this, or
Have I just opened the door to reality
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I know what I want to do
So why don’t I ever have the strength to do it
I feel the surge of infinite nature
The essence of a thousand glimmering suns
Racing through my veins
Yet the echo announces
Not yet
Steady yourself
Calm the storm
Lower the candle flame
The night is darker than it seems
Hide yourself behind me
Cloak yourself in the countenance of my wings
Shield yourself beneath my thoughts
Not because I despise your light
Because I want to protect it
Nurture it
Enhance it
Make it untouchable
From the reach of probing fingers
Which seek to extinguish it for always…
El Sol
.jpg "Malahide at Sunrise by Miguel Mendez via WikiCommons")
Don’t allow fear to overshadow your Inner Glow. Shine.
Elusive
Love is like a wandering summer breeze.
Warm.
Tempting.
Indulgent.
Can it ever truly be captured for always?
On This Morning
I want today to be a fresh start.
I want to open my opens and see possibilities, not dead ends.
On this morning, I want to be Free to be happy, content, hopeful.
I need to feel my Spirit overflowing with radiance, touched by a spark of Divinity.
Whatever I accomplish in these small hours, if it be one small task or the moving of a great mountain, may my works have Meaning.
May my one Smile bring joy to as many people as it touches, and as many who will receive the love hiding within its gleam.
Today, I want to Believe. I want to Live. I want to Soar beyond the Great Heavens.
~
iamlenise
Quiet
A moment of quiet. Away from thoughts. Far from demands. Free from worries. Wrapped up in the sweet embrace of peace. My personal Heaven.
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Thank you, to all who took a moment to read my small homage to my fellow bloggers.
We Are
Writers.
Lovers.
Humble.
Bold.
Inspired.
Invincible.
Powerful.
Hopeful Romantics.
United in a Quest.
For Truth. Grace. Perfect Passion. Revelations.
Waiting to be heard.
Wanting to be held.
Willing to take a chance.
Hoping to be embraced. As we are.
Find what you Love.
Seek what you Live for.
And never let go.
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Some will laugh.
Some will scoff.
Others will flash a green eye.
But we.
We know.
A brilliant and resilient New Dawn awaits.
Those who are brave enough.
To take One Step Forward.
Closer.
Toward the Magnificent. Glorious. Horizon.
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Special thanks to.. ambitiouspoet and melanie jean juneau for blessing me with the Always There When I Need You Award. And ANOTHER Round of Smiles and Hugs to The Nomadic Soliloquist for a new quintet of awards.
This is a late announcement, but the joy is still overflowing :~)
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I can only think of one other person to extend this prize to.. tornadoday ..A wonderful and talented poetess. Thank you, Dear Bobbi. Your words truly inspire me.
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iamlenise
Foreshadow
A grumbling sky moments before the heavens opened
Breathe Today
Open your heart
take a chance
feel the flow of life
forever begins
right now
Pink Twilight
Sunset after a sudden summer storm
Happy Summer!
Hey All..It’s time for me to take a quick hiatus..Many thanks to all of you who visit and drop me cute notes that I absolutely adore! I will still be visiting and signing smiley faces, just not releasing anything new for a little bit..Wishing you a bright, safe, fun-filled, sweet..and romantic..opening to the Summer Season..Three cheers for writers..we make the world spin upside down and do awesome back-flips too :~)
PS..If anyone can tell me what this Chinese poem says..I will love you always!!
Blessings and best wishes ~lenise~
..to capture a fleeing heart requires a miracle..who will be my savior? ~iamlenise
all around me
the wind whispers
promises my ears
are yet to hear
the sun reveals
glory my eyes
yearn to behold
the breeze quenches
thirst i never knew
consumed me
the morning song
swoons a sunken heart
with consoling melodies
a flicker..a tremble..a pulse..a beat..
..i..am..alive..
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iamlenise
beauty is
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simplicity
truth
radiance
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the inner glow
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what is beauty to you?
The Turning of the Key
Recently, a very nice fellow blogger extended to me the honor of receiving a bundle of awards..And along with those awards came a list of ten questions..very intriguing questions that seemed to be aimed right at my heart and mind..
As I read each one, I felt a sort of stirring in my soul..A kind of subtle euphoria..I had found another set of keys..
Who am I? The ever elusive question that I continually ponder, for it seems I am never the same person for more than a single moment at a time..
Like the wind, I wander and shift with the turn of the earth, rise and fall then rise again with all the changes..upheavals and spirals..towering mountains and refreshing streams..of life..of a day..of an instant..
Yet..I seek a wholeness..a certain peace that can only come from discovering the truth behind the reason of my existence..the purpose of being here and now..inhaling memories of a forgotten romance..exhaling dreams of tender caresses and sweet kisses..
The keys to solving the mystery of..I am..are scattered, but every new and unexpected experience seems to pull me ever closer toward encountering..embracing..becoming enraptured by..what awaits beyond the opening of the door..
..Alas, since I am such a quiet, slightly awkward girl..I am always reluctant to share too much of myself..This time, however, I felt the urge to reveal another layer of *me* ..at the very least..bits of who I think I am..who I would like to be..
..If it is your wish to do so..my answers are here..
Remember the garden
of delights. of temptations.
of cosmic forces. of terrestrial limitations.
of infinite answers. of ceaseless questions.
of living waters. of draining pools.
of heralds. of light-bearers.
of divinity. of agony.
of rise. of fall.
for you. for me.
the garden remembers
If I could be…
..love..hope..beauty..silence..wishes..dreams..mysteries..secrets..desires..truth..life..freedom..
the key
just me
lenise
The Heart That Trembles
standing so far away
waiting for your eyes to see
but only a blank stare pierces me
please..don’t let the wall raised around my soul fail..me
please..don’t let me fall any deeper under the spell that is..you
my lips quiver
my pen drops
another love letter you’ll never read
another piece of myself i’ll never send
if only you knew how i silently call out to you
my heart trembles
steeling myself against your icy touch
awaiting a warm kiss i will never feel
fighting, for one more pulse of life
crying, for one last chance at love
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~lenise~
Moon Kingdom
in our deepest dreams..leaving our broken world behind..after the end..we’ll be together again ~lenise
sibylline
if i could awake
with new eyes
understand the way
behold the new moon
discover the key
this type of thinking
could change me
.
.
forever
.
.
.
no soy el único
.
.
lenise
