Jan 162010
 

I need to write daily or else

Margaret Alden:

I have to write daily – if not, it’s like my whole body is drained of its life. I have to let my soul fly free and let the words dribble on the page like honey from the Gods. I have to write daily because it is God’s gift to me. I know I’ve got the writing bug because if I don’t write, I’m not whole.

Mags Alden, May 7, 2009

Some prose on writing by Margaret Alden.

Citrus Burst

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Jan 162010
 

Citrus Burst

Candle wax that dribbles down the sides to its pending death.

Gloopy clusters of citrus burst
Candlelight quenching
Darknesses endless thirst.
Lovers embrace –
We give into the night.
Gently absorbing citrus burst
Candle flickering light.

Mags Alden, May 16, 2009
Jan 162010
 

Intoxicating Bliss

I’ll intoxicate you with my kiss

You crashed into my life on a destiny wave –
My heart had dug an early grave.
All my life, I’ve craved to become one –
With an intoxicating passion,
Not just in my head.
Your passion imprint

Has made its bed in my head.
Come and join me between the covers
I’ll intoxicate you with my kiss
Passion runs deep
Intoxication is the key

My heart entangled in your embrace
Frozen in time as I look in to your face

Mags Alden, 2009, April 18
Jan 162010
 

Collide Sensitively

When we collide it doesn’t have to make a mess.

You’re a gift from heaven above –
Your mission on Earth
To show me the true meaning of love.
I might push you away
And say I’m better on my own,
But in my heart
You have made your home.

God has allowed you to see
The tenderness in me,
So you can caress my skin sensitively.
Then ours souls will collide as one.

Mags Alden, 2009, April 18
Jan 162010
 

Will you save the next dance for me

I don’t mind if you step on my toes.

Will you save the next dance for me
I have a struggling heart.
I don’t mind if you step on my toes.
There’s just one thing that I need to know,
What is your definition of forever?
I don’t mind if you step on my toes.

Mags Alden, April 4, 2009

Love Affair

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Jan 162010
 

Love Affair

Reminiscences of love.

The walls remind me of the melody you sung
The walls remind me of when our love affair begun
The walls remind me of skipping footsteps in the hall
The walls remind me of when another teardrop had to fall
The walls remind me of the melody you sung
The walls remind me of when our souls became one

Mags Alden March 30, 2009
Jan 132010
 

King of Golgotha Hill

I was inspired to write this while trying to help Margaret find her inspiration for a poem. She had a few words, “King” “Hill” and “Tree” and this is what my mind came up with. “Golgotha” is the name of the hill the crucification of Christ took place on.

King of Golgotha Hill
Fruit on man-made tree
Gift for all mankind
Lift us up forever

DWPenner, July 26, 2009

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Night Dreams

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Jan 102010
 

Night Dreams

Night

A kaleidescope of dreams
Parading for their purpose
Oft important it seems

Night

So full of vision light
Symbolic or direct
Where do you lead me tonight

 DWPenner August 15, 2005
Jan 102010
 

Surrender

When every ounce of fight has gone.

Surrender to the sirens ringing in my head –
Resistance is futile my brain cells are dead.
The dreams that kept me flying have turned to vapor.
Entering the eternal mist –
Staring blankly at the ceiling –
Regret to exist.

Mags Alden, 2009, April 27
Jan 102010
 

Gift of My Heart

The angels allowed me to see the intense pain that someone close to me goes through in a very unconventional way. Naturally I could feel and experience their pain. It has changed me as I am as a person.

Concentration shattered,
Intensity broken,
Angels’ voices break through the silence.
Ability given to you,  this once,
To feel the immense pain of the broken heart.
Can you feel my heart?
The angels hand it to you
So that you can truly see
What it is like to live like me.

Mags Alden, 2009, April 27