Where Do You Go...

.Always searching most people are for love...hither and thither they go...this one that....then one day finally they look inside and find what they have always been looking for.......enjoy

A finding for you...

one day maybe

When love slips in
And finds you there
Take note
May never come again

So rare a finding
It can be
Depending what you want to see
Whom you want with you

So many parade
Their ways to do
Show things that are not true
Disappointment

An adage

lighting all...

An old adage be
Seek and ye will find
But if not knowing
What you want
How can you recognize
When to you arrives

A conundrum indeed

LIke raindrops
Falling from the sky
On top of curly heads
Eyes upward turned
Blinded by lies

karma returns...

turns and turns..

Karma is a gracious thing
Chances given to redeem
Things you did in lifetimes gone
Around again have come

Soul in all its splendour knows
Spirit manifesting through
Listen to the voice within
Guides you on your way

potpourri

potpourri....

Life is like a potpourri
Different flowers
Scents and colours
Dried together

Placed in varied
Receptacles
Yours to choose
If you so will

Gorgeous some will be
Others not that way
Yet if you take another look
Change quite subtly

Knowing

knowing...

Spirit comes alive
Present is with you
Every moment
Every day

Walk you will
Hand in hand with the Beloved
Knowing you and God as One...

and so it is....

Musings on a Writer's Life...a Writer's Work..a Writer's World....

By cnwriter..carolina, 21st May 2012

Especially is this piece written for other writers like myself who experience all the vagaries of doubt, ego,love, hate, passion for their writings and so on and so on....

What does the Writer?

path to nowhere

Where are you going me darlin' friend?
Where have you been?
It seems an age has gone by
The earth has revolved so many times around the sun
Or did it stop somewhere
And lost you 
Did you fall of the edge or is there an edge?

I have been travelling the world of words
Sweet ones
Ugly ones
Vicious ones
Joyful ones
It matters not for what else can a writer do
But express through these magic symbols
Write one, write two
Then start again and so it goes
Does the same thing apply???

A conondrum...

golden moments

Is it good?
Is it bad?
What will they think of what I write
The constant questioning goes on and on
The constant questing for the perfect piece

Who really gives a fuck anyway
What others think or say
I don't 
Or do I
A conondrum it can be
Not a condom for sure
Oh my those words are so close with such
Different meaning....

Does the same thing apply???

A Writer's Effort

dementia so sublime

Where you are
Is where you have to be
Or you would be somewhere else
Plain this is as your nose upon your face
But what if you were an alien
With no nose
Just a slit

A writer's mind
Imagination fly
Words to express
Like stars up in the sky
Too many to enumerate

Constant drivel....

Looking for more

Into patterns they are woven
Onto a page written
A way of bringing information
To all who drop in to look and read
The drivel on the pages placed
Here
There
Everywhere
We go

In print it stares us in the face
Reflecting the reflection of ourselves
We put so much into these pieces
A wrenching of the heart
A focus of the mind
A depth of feeling
Passion, oh so much passion
All summed up in few or many words

Would the same thing apply???

A recent Message from Matthew

Thought I would add the following message from Matthew for you to know more about what is going on here on our beloved planet earth!!

Most people don’t know Earth has almost exited third density or that the law of physics governing life in this universe holds that nothing with the low frequency vibrations of darkness can enter the high vibrations of fourth density. This includes physical bodies, activities, plans, dogmas, laws, customs, rituals — everything devised with dark intent to control the populace; everything that is harmful to body, mind and spirit; everything that for millennia kept your world mired in third density will be ending within months

me to the left in the 70's

Dedicated to Bitchy People Everywhere....ha!

No matter where you go find you will bitchy people...all sorts, shapes and sizes...at first they seem like friends then they stab you in the back..figuratively...and sometimes literally..they do not realize that they will receive their comuppance in many many ways...bless them all...

How and Why

crap...and....

I often wonder why people hate
Pie flies high off your plate
How custard sticks on side of bowl
Rain in puddles forms

How clouds do part in sky

Blue heaven then does show
Enough to make a sailor's suit
Means sun will shine quite soon

Why twenty shillings make a pound
Why people mean can be
Hurt they do the ones they love
Often deliberately

Boomerang...

oh oh oh!!!

How bitchy some women be
Thinking they are hurting me
But like a boomerang returns
Multiplied quite endlessly
Not the ones I call friends

Cats do squabble over milk
Dogs do bark at trees
Bulls shake horns at one another
Deer their antlers meet

Here today..Gone tomorrow

a bitch of a woman...

Bitchy women
Everywhere you find them
Like cats playing amongst the pigeons
Pouncing killing mercilessly
Yet soon they will get their comuppance
One day their friends will turn away
Fairweather indeed are they
Here today and gone tomorrow
As the holy book doth say

In Pigsty swill

who!!!! I know....

Oh what fun to see you play
Amongst the pigeons on display
Droppings white upon the ground
Sullied they become
Like caricatures on display
Still are and always will
Pigs munching at their swill
Grunting round and round they go
In pigsties
For all to hear and see
Some white some speckled some brown
But underneath all is pink
Like dirty washing in the sink
That to the surface does rise
Ready for another day

and so it is!!!!!

read more of my pages from erotica to spirituality and everything in between
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hereVerum Dictum
hereAnonymous..the Movie
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Ode to Memories of Lost Love

By cnwriter..carolina, 16th Mar 2012 |\
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

Unrequited love and then the tables are turned for often the one who turns away lives to regret...

• You Came To Me
• The Same Sweet Song
• Water Under the Bridge
• Memories of Me

You Came To Me

One Spring Day

You came to me
One sweet spring day
And begged me stay
I listened and my heart
Sang

You came to me
One long spring day
In your glorious butterfly colours
And pride filled ways

We stayed together
Never apart
Then the colours dimmed
And the days turned dark

The Same Sweet Song

Cast Out

You turned away
Not looking at me
The hurt and pain
Wrenched at my heart

You turned away
To another
To fill them with the same sweet song
You sang so often
To so many

Water Under the Bridge

Water under the Bridge

Now time has passed
Water under the bridge
My heart has healed

But yours has not
For deep within the reaches
Of your heart
I linger
Always there

Memories of Me

Remembering Me

No matter what you say
Or do or think
Your memories of me
Are there
Colouring all you do
Golden colours
The colours of May
When I went away

Ode to An Aries Child..Me....

By cnwriter..carolina, 6th Mar 2012
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

Having been an Aries for many years, I recognize many of my traits and hope you too reading this will enjoy yours or other Aries people.

• An Aries Child
• Where Angels dare not Go
• Child of Light

An Aries Child

Aries child

An Aries child I am for sure
Full of the joys of Spring
But beware of my anger
For it can turn on you
Who please me not

If you harm me or another
Whom I love

Where Angels dare not Go

Angels

An Aries Child I am for sure
The child of the Zodiac
Bursting with childlike enthusiasm
For all that comes my way

A pioneer fearing not to tread
Where angels dare not go
For well protected I am
By those who love me so

They are oft the ones whom
You cannot see
Their angels wings translucent
In the softly blowing wind

Child of Light

Children of Light

I am an Aries Child
A child of the Light
In touch with forces
Far beyond the ken of
Mere man

Who dare to come against
The Light will find themselves
No longer bright

and it is so.....ha!

Where I Come From, What You Say and Think..and to Hell With You

By cnwriter..carolina, 25th Apr 2012

Each one of us has a tale to tell about ourselves, who we are and how we got to be that. What we cause in others and learning not to let other's words and actions upset us.

Matters it more to You than Me

EgyptianCarolina

You might question from whence I come
And how I dare to write like this
And place my pictures bold
In front of all upon the web
An aging process to behold

It matters more to you than me

It takes one strong as I to look into the abyss
And see
And know
How sublime am I
In shape
In form
And all that is of me
A timeless journey 
It has been
Will be
More than the eye can see

Comparisons, odious they Be

as I was

What you say or think
Is yours to deal with
Yours to sink
Into despair
Compare
Tell you I do
Comparisons are odious

The Shining Spirit

long ago and far away

A different image I have made
One so beautiful to behold
Neither age
Nor time
Can differentiate

It is the spirit within
Shining brightly through my soul
Making me beautiful to behold

No One but Me

being free

I do not have a lover
Neither a partner now
Dead they are
Gone
And I am free
To be myself
And know who I can be
Beyond the petty thoughts of man

Reflecting on One Self

days long gone...

Images of me I see
For seeing a great gift it be
Depending on what there is within
Reflecting on the outer world
In vast degree

Incredible
Multi-dimensional
Beyond all recognition too

Now

No illusions have I now
Of how my face and body are
Time is not kind
No matter what we do 
To keep its ravages away

But brightly I do shine
My loving plain 
To See
To Feel
To Know
And that for me
Most important of all

and so it is...