The Enchanted Cottage

[biggbear8]

You truely are a gentleman

Thanks shreik and you also are a gentleman handshakes

 

[Shreik]

Thanks shreik and you also are a gentleman handshakes

Thank you kind sir

 

[Thian]

White Wolf:

Can you see her as she prowls the lonely darkness.
The moon does not reflect off the white coat.
She hears him in the night, yet she must let him find her.
The mistress moon shadows her from him as would a
jealous woman from her adversary.
She can not return the cry to him.
The wind has stolen her voice.
Fate has laid the cards down, it is he who must seek her.
Oh the cruel night once help sweet repoire now it
holds her hostage.
Her eyes can not reflect the blood red passion that
her mate seeks.
She is the white wolf.
She is his kindred spirit.
She is his life...
He Hears not his life mate, as her walks the deep shadows of the dark.
Raising his head he calles her name.
But no answer rings through the trees.
Following a path long since cold.
He searches for that which is his soul, his life.
Memories of their playing. her soft white coat.
Her promise.
Crying in rage at the bailfull moon.
You hold she that is mine.
That which is mine to posses.
Mine to own.
Suddenly a scent.
A memory.
An unnamed thing to put him on the path.
He breaks into a run crying her name in challenge.
Crying his longing into the night.
I will posses you he cries.
For you are mine.
You are the white.


<Fades back into the shadows>

 

[Erotica_Writings]

wow very beautiful, well done Thian

White Wolf:

Can you see her as she prowls the lonely darkness.
The moon does not reflect off the white coat.
She hears him in the night, yet she must let him find her.
The mistress moon shadows her from him as would a
jealous woman from her adversary.
She can not return the cry to him.
The wind has stolen her voice.
Fate has laid the cards down, it is he who must seek her.
Oh the cruel night once help sweet repoire now it
holds her hostage.
Her eyes can not reflect the blood red passion that
her mate seeks.
She is the white wolf.
She is his kindred spirit.
She is his life...
He Hears not his life mate, as her walks the deep shadows of the dark.
Raising his head he calles her name.
But no answer rings through the trees.
Following a path long since cold.
He searches for that which is his soul, his life.
Memories of their playing. her soft white coat.
Her promise.
Crying in rage at the bailfull moon.
You hold she that is mine.
That which is mine to posses.
Mine to own.
Suddenly a scent.
A memory.
An unnamed thing to put him on the path.
He breaks into a run crying her name in challenge.
Crying his longing into the night.
I will posses you he cries.
For you are mine.
You are the white.


<Fades back into the shadows>

 

[Erotica_Writings]

omg...so beautifully written, so heart and soul searching. My scribe's pen I lay at your feet

Why Can't I
Why can't I, hold you in my arms anymore
Why can't I, storke your soft silky hair
Why can't I, smell your sweet just washed body
Why can't I, tell you face-face how much I love you
Why can't I, travel lives highway with you anymore
Why can't I, lie and watch you peacefully sleeping
Why can't I, enjoy our love making anymore
Why can't I, just forgive the man that took you away
Why can't I, forgive him for drinking that night
Why can't I, forgive him for running that light
Why can't I, forgive the Dr. for saying there is nothing
else we can do
Why can't I, forgive him for taking my all my very reason
for living
Why can't I, be with you my love
Why can't I, forgive him for taking my reason for living
​

 

[Erotica_Writings]

Bear, Wyld, Sweet sis, Shadow

I do not have to tell that I am a fan of your writing's and before I leave I just want to add *Blessed Be*

 

[Thian]

wow very beautiful, well done Thian

*Bows to the lady before slipping away*

 

[Shreik]

White Wolf:

Can you see her as she prowls the lonely darkness.
The moon does not reflect off the white coat.
She hears him in the night, yet she must let him find her.
The mistress moon shadows her from him as would a
jealous woman from her adversary.
She can not return the cry to him.
The wind has stolen her voice.
Fate has laid the cards down, it is he who must seek her.
Oh the cruel night once help sweet repoire now it
holds her hostage.
Her eyes can not reflect the blood red passion that
her mate seeks.
She is the white wolf.
She is his kindred spirit.
She is his life...
He Hears not his life mate, as her walks the deep shadows of the dark.
Raising his head he calles her name.
But no answer rings through the trees.
Following a path long since cold.
He searches for that which is his soul, his life.
Memories of their playing. her soft white coat.
Her promise.
Crying in rage at the bailfull moon.
You hold she that is mine.
That which is mine to posses.
Mine to own.
Suddenly a scent.
A memory.
An unnamed thing to put him on the path.
He breaks into a run crying her name in challenge.
Crying his longing into the night.
I will posses you he cries.
For you are mine.
You are the white.


<Fades back into the shadows>

Totally awesome dude

 

[Shreik]

omg...so beautifully written, so heart and soul searching. My scribe's pen I lay at your feet

Wow thank you very much

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Soft silken glow of passions light.
A loss of something not gained.
No I say to my haunted beloved, we are still the same.
Soft and tender, a caring caress.
A knowing look in our eyes
You are what my heart has searched for.
I have longed for your soft loving cries.
A childs silent tears in a midnight storm.
A dream perhaps of a treasure yet born.
A soft moaning sigh as we consumate our loving desire.
A woman of haunted beginning again a rekindled fire.
Loss of purpose time with no end.
Questioned sanity that began in sin.
Death long rememberd now faded and gone.
And I wake to find I'm still alone.

DNE

~ Very evocative, heart-rending, deep, and soulful. Very lovely. I am so glad you are sharing with us.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

A Journey of Tears
.

They looked at the long road behind them
Their hearts are heavy with their people’s sorrow
Tears of grief wept - for all that they have lost
As they journeyed farther from their birth-land
On a Path of Tears
.
Moon after moon and sun after sun
The tribe are fewer with each rising sun
Disease and starvation take their toll
And though they suffer they still march on…
On a Road of Tears
.
They watched their old weaken and fall
Upon the road like so many before them
With tears in their eyes they hold the elders
And in their arms till their last breathe
On the Trail of Tears
.
Moon after Moon and day after day
Some marched to a land promised for all time
But the elders know that they can’t go on
Knowing that is a land that They’ll never behold
Along the journey of Tears
.
As the elders body falls to enfold the earth
The Ancient’s spirit soar to welcome the sky
With a dying breath they’re finally set free
So their kindred spirits can journey to the promised land
As clouds of Teardrops​

​

~ Once again, you have proven my words - each new penning in/of your Native American series - is filled with more depth - a greater understanding - and, if possible - more meaning than the one before - as you become more in tune - with the Warrior(s) Spirit - and are seeing as if through his eyes.

~ I repeat, my dear, as I have said more than once, you have truly found your genre.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Like a breath of air on a cool summers night.
I long for the touch of your soft silken skin.
Like a warm summer sun.
I long for the heat of your passionate embrace.
Like a master piece of art.
I long for a glimpse of your beautiful visage.
Like a cool drink of spring water.
I long to quench my thirst.
Like a banquet to a starving man.
I long for the taste of your lips.
All these things and more I desire.
Each can only be filled by you.
For only you may quench my burning desire.
For only you my love may extinguish the raging fire.

~ Breath-taking. It tugs at the heart - and the emotions. Thank you for sharing - that which comes from the depth of your heart and soul.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Warm Rain

I hear the songs of life.
I watch the pain and strife.
I hear the worlds of hope.
I see the bloody knife.
I feel the joy of laughter.
I know the price of grief.
I wonder at the worlds insanity.
And I cry warm tears.

I watch the children playing.
I see the filth.
I hear the old ones singing.
I know their fight.
I see the people laboring.
I share their fear.
I see those that have lost their way.
And again I cry warm tears.

I read the words of society.
I experience the worlds anger.
I see the blood filled streets.
I see the dispair of the people.
I hear the innocents as they cry.
I feel the frustration.
I feel the rage.
I want to hold them to me.
But I know there is no way.
And again I cry warm tears.

I hurt for my children.
I know their pains.
And through all their growing I can do but wait.
I give them the grains.
I give them my sight.
I give them my strength.
I give them my heart.
I give them my compassion.
And I know they feel none of this.
So I give them my warm tender tears in the rain.

~ Soulful, tender, heart-rending - all the things that a father feels for his children - as he aches to keep them safe from the world and all the harms within it. Unable to do this, his tears mix - with those the Angels shed - as rain.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

This one has special meaning. Hope it doesnt scare you. Keep in mind Im former military.

BLACK RAIN

Death calls the name of man.
Beware you who see, the beast is the power in me.
The fire below, the void above, long has man forgotten of love.
A grown mans fears.
A womans tears.

BLACK RAIN

Tears that stain the earth bright red.
A song sung in lament of forgotten dead
The rich shall live, the poor shall die.
All hidden under the rain streaked sky.

Their son has died, for the power of years.
The sun on earth. Growing fears.
The powerful live in lingering pain.
Cowering in darkness, while saying their sane.

BLACK RAIN

Tears that stain the earth bright red.
A song sung in lament of forgotten dead
The rich shall live, the poor shall die.
All hidden under the rain streaked sky.

A child of death cries in the night.
The misshapen soul hordes the light.
The one with the weapon holds the might.
Does the poor no longer have the right.

BLACK RAIN

Tears that stain the earth bright red.
A song sung in lament of forgotten dead
The rich shall live, the poor shall die.
All hidden under the rain streaked sky.

A dark haired damsel and her mate. Have found their love has come to late.
The sky has shattered, and the shards that fell. Has turned the world
to a burning hell.
The masses cry for the peace that death does bring. But the wizards hold the living ring.
Now all is quiet. no voice is heard. Life is gone. Can you hear the dirge,
of BLACK RAIN.........

Her name was Mi

~ I'm at a loss for words to describe what I feel and what I'm feeling.... but I will try.... please forgive me if I fall short.

~ My heart goes out to you - and may your demons soon find restful peace. Your pain is evident in every line - your sense of loss is great.

~ The words "Thank you for sharing" seems so lame - when speaking to one who shares - the horrors of his own private hell - but tries, nonetheless - to ease that which at times engulfs him - and threatens to suffocate.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Ive been made aware that I havent said anything about your kind words on my doodles. I thank ecan and everyone of you for them. And I apologize for not saying so before. I am sort of shy and I tend to fade into the background when I dont know the people around me. I am a very passionate man just a really quiet one.




*kisses the ladies softly then slips back into my shadow*

~ Again may I say that I hope you will continue to post your works here. Not only for our 'family', but for those who come to visit, to read and enjoy.

~ *Leaves a in a vase by the door - for the one who finds solace in the shadows - for now - in hopes he will soon feel/find comfort among those here.*

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Hi Everyone... been a busy couple days for me and much turmoil but all is working out as it should....

Trying to catch up on all the posts in my absence.... and notice that we have new ones amongst us now... welcome to you....

Passing out the hugs....

{{{Torie}}}
{{{Wyld}}}
{{{EW}}}
{{{BD}}}
{{{Shreik}}} *grope*
{{{Cats}}}
{{{gwaemool}}}
{{{Wolfie}}}
{{{Bear}}}}

and welcome to {{Thian}} Please keep up the good work as well...

oh... and just a reminder to one and all... if someone compliments you on your work please acknowledge them.... we consider ourselves a family here and all are welcome to read or post whichever they prefer... It's just a little pet peeve of mine... and I've been to other threads on the board and I have been ignored and it's not fun nor is it nice.... *climbs off my soap box*

also... it was not my intent to hurt anyone's feelings or make anyone mad with that comment.... just please be courteous of others *soft smiles*

~ {{{{{{Shadow}}}}}} Welcome back my dear. You have been missed - but your absence has been all too understandable. You take your time getting back into the groove not only of life - but of things here - and take each day as it comes.... dealing with it and moving on.

~ We are here when you need us - this you know - and need no reminder(s). Know your sweet baby-boy is watching over you - and will wait until it is time for him to see you again.

~ Never forget Darlin' girl - that when it snows on you - the flakes that fall upon you - are a combination of his tears and kisses - and are filled with love. He's never far. x 11

 

[biggbear8]

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~ Once again, you have proven my words - each new penning in/of your Native American series - is filled with more depth - a greater understanding - and, if possible - more meaning than the one before - as you become more in tune - with the Warrior(s) Spirit - and are seeing as if through his eyes.

~ I repeat, my dear, as I have said more than once, you have truly found your genre.

Thank you my sweet lovely Victorian Lady Victoria I truly appreciate your kind and wonderful words

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ VICTORIA }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

 

[biggbear8]

One Youthful Princess
.
Little Sparrow a Maiden Princess
Struggled to keep up with the tribe
Wondering why they had to journey so far,
These things she did not understand.
.
They traveled by the safety of night
And rested during the hot days
the tribe got up and moved
Like a strayed. herd of buffalo
.
In the shade of a tree they slept
and eat what little bit they could hunt
But mostly Little Sparrow saw
that even Warriors wept.
,
Forging, marching having to move
onward through the cold.
No mercy for the little ones,
or the ones so very old.
.
Elders fell to the ground
like the hunted mighty buffalo.
The little ones trying to get them up and move on
How much more could they bear?
How much further must they go?

Little Sparrow maiden princess
Prayed to the mighty ancient spirits
to lead the strongest of the strong to
Find The promised land
Then she laid down
Her tiny weary soul to rest.

The youthful Indian maiden
did not give up her spirit, her soul.
Yet Soldiers took her home
in the cold, dark night.

Elders and very young buried on the trail.
Her tears dried on the sand.
Taken beyond this living land
to the great spirit land.

When you go outside at nigh
Gaze at the clear black sky ...
Within the stars you'll see
The Little Maiden Little Sparrow
as she sparkles in the celestial heavens.

She’s there to remind you of their story.
Praying others will tell
how she walked on a Journey Of Tears,
now with the spirits she dwells.

One youthful Princess
no longer rests on this earth,
Remember what she had to relinquish
Our thoughts and prayers will give her worth.

 

[Erotica_Writings]

Where did we go?

Where did we go?

Tell me please, do you know?

Do you not even care?

For love to return to us I do declare!

I will not let this love be smothered,

Nor do I want to be your second mother.

I can not pin point when we left.

I just know that now it's all that I regret.

Where did we go?

I really need to know.

copyright(c) 2006 Erotica Writings

 

[Thian]

SUNLIGHT

Suns golden light reflected in the feline grace of a womans form.
Passions of heat and flame yet born.
Soft moaning kisses and contented sighs.
A loving look into a womans eyes.
Soft velvet touch in artistic form.
A hearts desire in living pose.
Love and caring are all I seek.
But maybe instead a treasure of great value to be discovered before I sleep.


<Places a tender kiss on Victoryas cheek befor slipping back into the shadows>

 

[spiritshadow67]

~ {{{{{{Shadow}}}}}} Welcome back my dear. You have been missed - but your absence has been all too understandable. You take your time getting back into the groove not only of life - but of things here - and take each day as it comes.... dealing with it and moving on.

~ We are here when you need us - this you know - and need no reminder(s). Know your sweet baby-boy is watching over you - and will wait until it is time for him to see you again.

~ Never forget Darlin' girl - that when it snows on you - the flakes that fall upon you - are a combination of his tears and kisses - and are filled with love. He's never far. x 11

*wipes tears from my eyes..* it was snowing today... I know he is not far... I feel him brush against my legs as I sit at my computer and I still here his cry for attention...

My time here is kinda crazy at the moment... don't know when I'll get back to a regular type of schedule... *rolls my eyes*

*hugs to all* s

 

[gwaemool]

*wipes tears from my eyes..* it was snowing today... I know he is not far... I feel him brush against my legs as I sit at my computer and I still here his cry for attention...

My time here is kinda crazy at the moment... don't know when I'll get back to a regular type of schedule... *rolls my eyes*

*hugs to all* s

Understable. Take the time you need.

Although I'm not truly of the literary bent, I intended on posting more haikus, but I've seem to have lost my motivation for it lately.

 

[Erotica_Writings]

*wipes tears from my eyes..* it was snowing today... I know he is not far... I feel him brush against my legs as I sit at my computer and I still here his cry for attention...

My time here is kinda crazy at the moment... don't know when I'll get back to a regular type of schedule... *rolls my eyes*

*hugs to all* s

I know of your pain, it hurts just as if it were your child. I lost two great friends Natanne and Stoney. Natanne (means precious daughter) was Akita/wolf and Stoney was Chow /lab. When they went to play with Gods angels in his playground it took me along time to accept their death's. Both dogs would sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed and I swear I could see them popping their heads up in the darkness of the night to see if I was ok. He is there to tell you he is ok mom, that he is running and playing with Gods angels.

 

[Erotica_Writings]

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A shattered and broken dream of days gone by

Another day of wondering why

Tears of fantasy never to come true

Only the broken dream of when I lost you.

copyright(c)2006 Erotica Writings

 

[Erotica_Writings]

Mike Kane my love, my heart , my bitter sweet memories

I remember the last tears for you that I cried,

It was the day and years after you died.

It was the hardest day to accept that you had left,

I never got to say good bye because the angels took you while you slept.

I laid my head down on your pillow and wept,

I tried to conceive the why did God choose you to go?

Perhaps because you were so loving yet so bold,

It has been twenty three years since your death.

Every cherished memory of you in my heart I have kept,

I thought I was going to join you, but God whispered not yet.

Even though your death caused major heart break and pain,

I am glad I was loved and I still love Mike Kane.

copyright(c) 2006 Erotica Writings