The Year of Divine Madness by Candice James - HTML preview

Doug

Doug – Speak it softly.

 

It sounds like the rustling of leaves.

 

It whispers gently.

 

It feels warm like summer rain. Doug -

 

I hold you in my mind for a second,

 

For a minute, for all time,

 

You bring all sorrows to an end.

 

Doug -- Lay me down

 

In the eye of your smile

 

In the core of your need

 

In the blood of your heart

 

In the heart of your blood

 

And make it last forever. Doug -

 

Softer than summer rain,

 

Brighter than crystal starlight,

 

Sweeter than a million sugar dreams,

 

Laced with golden tears and silver smiles.

 

Doug -Creator of my universe

Eventuality

I’ll always acquiesce to your wishes

 

On all levels

 

On all fronts

 

Because my happiness

 

Is contingent on yours.

 

I would that I could

 

Reach into my being

 

And pull out the essence of my spirit

 

And shape it into a beautiful pulsating star

 

That would light all your pathways with love

 

From here to eternity.

 

I reach for you and in doing so

 

Reach for myself

 

Reach for heaven

 

Reach for eternity

 

And cast my wish into the universe

 

That I may spend every second seeing only your eyes

 

Seeing me.

 

Belonging to you was never an option It was always an eventuality

Fearless

I dive into your love

 

Unafraid of riptides,

 

Undercurrents, or jagged rocks.

 

I dive into you

 

In search of precious moments

 

To weave a beautiful memory

 

That will last til the end of time.

 

I become surrounded by you

 

But I do not drown.

 

I languish in a pool of love

 

Heated by the waters of your soul.

 

I will dance like a diamond

 

On the waves of your love

 

And embrace the feeling of my heart bleeding through yours.

 

I dive into your love

 

Unafraid and searching

 

Eager and Anticipating

 

The deeper waters that you hold secret.

 

The lovelight shining in your eyes Has rendered me fearless

Fornication

Fornicate with me

 

And it will no longer be fornication,

 

It will be greater than love.

 

It will be love for it’s own sake

 

And for our sake.

 

It will be further past ecstasy

 

Than we’ve traveled before.

 

The emotion

 

In the ocean we swim in

 

Is becoming beyond measure

 

As our love grows deeper than fornication

 

And demands undisguised blessings

 

To sanctify it,

 

To sanctify us.

 

Fornicate with me in this deep sea of desire

 

And watch it turn to gold, become sacred and glow luminous white

 

Because we make it so. Because we make it love.

Gleaming

It’s wet and gleaming with a deep intrinsic beauty and it’s not even raining.

 

It’s you reigning over an ocean of emotion, water streaked with kisses

 

That dance like diamonds on the surface of this dream

 

We’ve fashioned with our passion.

 

Your face is the mirror I shine in.

 

I was lackluster and unpolished –

 

Then you plucked me from the dust

 

Of some long forgotten wish and made me come true.

 

You made wishes become horses

 

And now this beggar rides on the winds of change

 

Into the eye of this needle.

 

You are the serum.

 

I am the healed.

 

It’s gleaming so bright

 

I’m blinded by it’s light

 

But sight is no longer required. All that is required is you.

Here I Stand

Here I stand, Naded and needing –

 

Vulnerable,

 

Nude to the soul

 

Offering you

 

All of me

 

Forever.

 

Della Reese is singing softly in the background

 

“Til The End Of Time”

 

You forever.

 

Be mine totally.

 

This is meant to be.

 

Heaven wrote the song.

 

Heaven wrote us into it.

 

Here I stand

 

Waiting for you To take my hand.

Hey Dougie

Hey Dougie --- How deep is your love?

 

Does it mirror mine?

 

Does it reflect with shades of us?

 

You’ve said to me a couple of times

 

“I’m too old a cat to be fucked by a kitten”

 

Well I am not a kitten

 

AND

 

I’m not afraid of old cats.

 

I’m here for a long time,

 

And a good time.

 

Can you rise to the occasion?

 

If not ,

 

Let’s declare a truce and find another event. All’s fair in love and war – so they say.

Heiroglyphics Understood

You allow me to make the abstract real.

 

Ghostly flashes that hold the key to something important

 

Are able to be deciphered.

 

Simply because you are here.

 

Made possible by your white hot heat

 

This heat I’ve searched a lifetime for.

 

This pulsation that makes living more than living.

 

It’s suddenly hieroglyphics understood –

 

Absolutely understood, Because you have read them to me.

I Belong To You

Love –

 

As deep as it ever gets

 

Has an even deeper meaning,

 

Because you are here;

 

Because you are mine;

 

Because I am yours.

 

There is nothing else I strive to be except yours.

 

This simple fact addresses all my dreams and turns them real.

 

I am yours -

 

Yours to command;

 

Yours to even use and abuse

 

As long as you love me.

 

There can be no harm.

 

I belong to you.

 

This is indelibly imprinted

 

On the fabric of time,

 

On the face of love

 

In the essence of us. I belong to you forever in time and love.

I Just Don’t Get It

Everybody I know that actually seems to give a shit about me

 

Phones me more than you.

 

And I give more than a shit about you – I’m in love with you.

 

So, why is it that they all phone me more than you??

 

The question comes to mind----

 

Do they care more about me than you do?

 

In my heart of hearts, I think not!

 

The evidence does allow for inquiry.

 

I might be predisposed

 

To think you’re just not a talker

 

BUT –

 

One on one proves irrevocably different.

 

So why--

 

I ask myself

 

Does everyone phone me and desire my conversation

 

More than you? I just don’t get it.

I Lose Myself

You are irresistible,

 

Absolutely irresistible.

 

You draw me in

 

Like a puppet

 

On a burning string of desire –

 

Sweetly,

 

Tenderly

 

Passionately,

 

Savagely -

 

And it is so good,

 

So perfect

 

Every time you do it

 

Every way you do it.

 

I lose myself in your extreme heat,

 

Begging to be burned even deeper.

 

I lose myself

 

In the corners of this circle encompassing me.

 

I’m lost in the circle of your love. There is no beginning. There is no end

I Love

I love the feel of your flesh.

 

I love the way my fingertips tingle

 

As they caress and flow over your skin.

 

I love the push and pull I feel pulsating within me

 

Whenever you touch me.

 

I love the growing glow of

 

Heat,

 

Ache,

 

Wet,

 

Sweat.

 

I love the feeling of sweet surrender Every time you take me.

 

I love the feeling of you On me,

 

In me,

 

All over me.

 

I love the magnetic draw between us

 

That cannot ever be neutralized.

 

I love the way you love me

 

And I love loving you.

In From The Cold

I’ve never strived to be a heartbreaker,

 

But as I surrender my heart to you,

 

2 hearts will shatter

 

And a few more may crack or break a little.

 

I was only halfway through an exit

 

And halfway through an entrance

 

When you arrived.

 

And then there were all those other roads I had toe stepped onto.

 

You and I.

 

Something like this comes along only once in a lifetime

 

And if we’re savvy

 

We’ll grab onto it with a vengeance,

 

Grasp it tightly to our breast

 

And never ever leave it unfortified.

 

This is the stuff dreams are made of.

 

This is the meaning of life.

 

This is the love we were born for.

 

I want to be the spy who came in from the cold And I choose you to be my saviour.

Ink Stains

Contrary to popular belief

 

The sun does not rise in the east

 

And set in the west.

 

In my world,

 

It rises when you awake

 

And open your beautiful eyes

 

And sets when you lay down to rest

 

And close your weary eyes.

 

My world consists of many things,

 

But the essence and texture of you is woven throughout

 

Softly pervading each quintessential thought I give rise to.

 

Ink stains on a carpet of white

 

Could be rinsed away far easier

 

Than the love you have poured into me,

 

Over me.

 

You are the beautiful ink stain on my being

 

Softly spreading Enveloping me totally.

The Key

Whenever you’re gone –

 

The Sun doesn’t shine as bright.

 

The rain doesn’t feel as fresh or wet,

 

The moon loses its luminosity.

 

I lose myself.

 

There’s an indescribable ache,

 

An unequivocal emptiness.

 

Oh –

 

I get by

 

-- Just barely.

 

The world becomes hazy

 

And the code to happiness becomes elusive

 

And indecipherable.

 

Without you I’m locked inside a universe that doesn’t suit me.

 

You’re the only key That opens me.

Listen To The Universe

Have you ever wondered why things happen as they do?

 

It’s divine justice.

 

It’s predestination---

 

The indelible sort.

 

Do you ever wonder why we met?

 

It had to be –

 

It simply couldn’t not happen.

 

We can wonder ourselves through a million Sundays

 

And never find Monday,

 

OR –

 

We can go with the flow,

 

See It through

 

And become that which

 

predestination has ordained.

 

Hush - - Listen to the Universe.

 

It will not lie to us As long as we believe in each other

Look Deeply

They say the eyes are the mirror of the soul.

 

Look deeply into mine my love

 

And see all the beautiful things you are to me.

 

You are my music

 

My words,

 

My happiness

 

My soul

 

Myself.

 

Déjà vu and eternity have nothing on us.

 

We’ve been around for a million years

 

And always loving each other somewhere inside time.

 

We’ve both been around enough to know

 

You save the very best until last,

 

AND At last, we’ve tangled in eternity again.

Moments

There are moments in time

 

And then –

 

There are extremely special moments that defy time -

 

Become incandescent,

 

Become eternal,

 

Live and breathe forever;

 

Stretching,

 

Bending,

 

` Encompassing

 

The spectum of “All”.

 

The moment we first made love

 

Became not only one of these special moments,

 

It became

 

And always will be

 

The most special moment ever.

 

It became the spectrum of us!

 

Outside of this,

 

Outside of us, There is nothing.

Muse

An Artist,

 

Poet, painter or sculptor, without a Muse

 

Is like a scream inside a vacuum --

 

Unexpressed and unfulfilled.

 

Without a Muse the words, paint and clay

 

Lay formless, dried up and broken

 

In an emotionless void of iniquity,

 

After decades of ceaseless drought

 

The creative juices are finally flowing again.

 

I thank God and Chance

 

That you drifted on a warm and oh so welcome wind

 

Into my little corner of the world.

 

The feeling is here simply because you are, because you exist.

 

In my eyes you outshine all the stars in the universe.

 

Your face, Your eyes,

 

Your smile, Your voice, Your touch

 

Are the essence of Love, Life, Heaven and Dreams.

 

You have made my spirit come alive.

 

You have awakened the inner silence, and believe me,

 

You most assuredly are My only Muse.

Naked and Needing

Into the fire,

 

Naked and needing,

 

I jump heartlong

 

Onto the licking tongue of the flame you create.

 

It quenches the thirst,

 

Satisfies the hunger

 

That has run rampant within me

 

All those centuries I spent before you came to me.

 

Sliding down the blade of your knife

 

At last I feel the true cut of love

 

Taking me higher,

 

Making me fire.

 

I will always come to you naked and needing

 

To bathe in this fire you have created

 

To warm my frost bitten heart. To thaw my ice clad soul.

One

Doug Davidson –

 

How did I actually live before you?