Witchy

My Moon

Treasures

Treasures are special
Treasures are new
Treasures are something
That lives inside you
Treasures are forgiving
Make no mistake
Treasures have no meaning
If you just grab and take

Southpark Me

Free

Stomp on me
And soon you’ll see
I’ll stomp back on you

Live life free
Then you can be
Never again so blue

I am free

Henry Dancing

Bubble

I knock on the door of your bubble
your room
your world
your home
and ask if I can come in.

Dreaming

Spirit

DJ & Dyl

To See Through the Eyes

To see through the eyes of a child
To know what a child knows
To have no worries in the world
To have the courage of a child
To be blessed with innocence
To see only good in the world
To know not of life's pains
To have a long full life ahead
To see through the eyes of a child

Vote

This comes from what I learned in government class
If you don’t vote, you cannot bitch
Less than 10% of the adult population votes in the elections that really matter
We cannot make a difference, or change the world
If we do not vote, organize and speak up for ourselves
If you are not going to do what it takes to make the changes
THEN be content with the life as we know it
Because it will NEVER get better without
OUR involvement
It will ONLY get worse

Give Me Wings, and I Will Fly

Out of the Darkness

Out of the darkness
Arises a man
With eyes of a beast
He takes his stand

His mouth glistens
In the full moon light
With teeth of a tiger
He longs for a bite

He approaches a woman
Her eyes in a trance
He wraps his arms around her
They do their sacred dance

He undresses her slowly
She invites him to fill her
Their bodies begin to sweat
She can feel his power

She feels her blood warming
Her heart begins to race
She begins thinking
She will never leave this place

His wet kisses calm her
His touch eases her pain
She decides to surrender
Her life, he will gain

He sinks his teeth into her
To taste her sweet red juice
Her eyes slowly close
She has nothing left to lose

His kiss on her soft cold lips
Gives her a new life
She is forever bonded to him
As she opens her beast eyes.

My Birth Chart

My Cartouche

Blue

Orangutan

Throb

Goth

Little Foot

Storms

Storms brew in your lover's eyes
As you decide whether to live or die
Dreams of the past seem to fade away
As you awaken to another day
Love's lost and new love's found
There is no need to wear a frown
All of life is your stage
Grab your strength and start your play

Danae

Ginger

On Her Throne

Wind

Amazon

Lie

Sometimes deep inside your heart
You can feel it's fallen apart
No one really knows how or why
Could it be he told you a lie

Froggy

Freedom

The Time of the Broken Heart

Hello is anyone out there?
Can anyone hear me?
Or am I just alone?
This is a confusing world with confusing words that have confusing meanings.
We are living in a fast world during slow times.
Death erases the future for many now.
These many include children of love, parents of pain, and their stories.
The spirited youth will come forth as your friends' children or even yours. Do you understand?
Don't worry nobody does, not anymore.
We are being tortured for past things, love misunderstanding and our doings. Most of which, we can't help.
It's not your fault nor is it mine, or even theirs.
But whose is it you ask?
Who knows?
Maybe it is the ones who have come and gone before us.
Time stands still for many in this desolate world, and the pain arises and speaks to us, through us.
This is the time of the broken heart.

Flower

Jumping Henry

Bubbie

Camel Joe

Lily

Dominatrix

Ugghhh....

I’m in a mood.
You know which one.
Yeah, the one where you just want to hurt someone.
I don’t know why.
I think that it is because I am just getting so tired of the bullshit going on.
Kids cannot go outside without being gang beaten.
Kids cannot leave for school in the morning without getting caught in the middle of a gun fight.
You would think that I live in large Texas city like Dallas, or Houston.
We don’t.
We live in a small West Texas rural city.
You know the type.
The one where you think nothing bad could happen at.
That’s not the case anymore.
I blame society.
So, who do I hurt?
The media?
They are the responsible ones.
Society?
They do dictate what the media airs.
The people that our children idolize are criminals.
From the media our children learn that you can do anything you want and not have to deal with the consequences as long as you have a lot of money.
Life was good.
For the most part, life is good.
The world sucks.

Ballet

Three Haiku

A tear is a story,
It starts very lightly, climaxes
Then it fades away

Love is a snake,
It pierces deep into you,
And poisons the heart.

Love is a rainbow
Glows only after tears have
Fallen as the rain.

Eclair

Resting

Leafs

Palm

I Should

Today,
I should bake a cake
To remember the man you were.
I should make a call
To sing in celebration of your birth.
I should present a package
For you to unwrap sealed with love.

But today,
I feel the pinpricks jab my heart,
The hot salty tears sting my eyes,
And I realize you are forever gone,
Never again to be held in open arms,
Never again to dry the tears and set my mind at ease.

So tomorrow,
I shall awake to find a new day,
I shall cuddle my babes in my arms,
I shall sing my praises upon a high,
And send my prayers through heavenly skies.

And tomorrow,
I will let you go!

©Pamela N. Brown
July 15, 2008