tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49355733889382685902024-02-20T12:21:39.261-08:00Love InterruptedPandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-3609492734656484582020-08-17T12:33:00.004-07:002020-08-17T12:34:05.230-07:00Speak The Words<p dir="ltr">In my space alone I speak the words of power hoping that they find purchase. If no one is there to hear me speak, did my voice really make a sound. In my space alone I speak the words of power...the power to go...the power to stay. In my space alone I speak the words of power and the shackles fall...in my space alone I speak the words of power and I am free. <br />
I love you 💞</p>
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<span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">I am the original</span></div>
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Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-55243580026619669302019-09-26T11:46:00.002-07:002019-09-26T11:46:36.200-07:00No Need<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Is it just a time to say it's me not you? Or, is the time for you to be non nonchalant and just say, "You do you." </div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A dream where you wake up and can't really remember the details, just the feeling.</span></div>
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From your very beginning in my womb, </div>
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you were formed and shaped...before I even saw you.</div>
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You were already perfection in my eyes and in my heart.</div>
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My child there's nowhere you can go where my prayers can I find you.</div>
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There is nowhere my voice cannot be carried on the wind. </div>
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I wish that I could make everything right in your world, but I can't.</div>
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I wish I could protect you from all hurt, harm, or danger, but I can't,</div>
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But no this my beautiful child,</div>
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no matter where you are, no matter how far you may go, no matter ills be fall you...</div>
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you are my child.</div>
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You are Forever my child.</div>
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Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-36096165811696456042019-03-29T16:52:00.000-07:002019-03-29T19:01:16.590-07:00See Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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To be seen, For who I am.<br />
For the all of me... the good, the bad.<br />
the dark and the light.<br />
the scarred and the flawless. <br />
I just want to be seen. <br />
I know my value, <br />
I know my worth.<br />
But you can't you see it?<br />
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You look through me,<br />
over me...<br />
around me.<br />
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I've <i>allowed</i> you to make me feel discarded....unlovable and unwanted.<br />
But what I have allowed, I can disallow...<br />
That which I have freely given, I can take back.<br />
This is my time now...<br />
It's time for me...to see me.</div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: large;">We walked in the presence of God, we were among the first of His mysteries shaped through the laying on of His hands. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: large;">As we rocked those same babies in our arms we raised hymns to soothe their restless spirits </span></div>
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Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-59740131706231989092018-11-24T19:23:00.001-08:002018-11-24T19:23:03.993-08:00Fade To Black<p dir="ltr">I want to believe,<br>
I need to believe...<br>
I need to believe in love. <br>
The longer I live the more I feel...<br>
I need to let go. <br>
Maybe it would be easier if I felt nothing. Maybe holding on to the life spark that's love is too much for me to bear...<br>
I don't know..<br>
soon I'm afraid I'll fade into nothing.</p>
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The world calls me undesirable...<br />
The world calls me ugly...<br />
The world calls me broken...<br />
The world calls me unwanted...<br />
The world calls me used...<br />
The world calls me dirty...<br />
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But You spoke the rhema words that would forever change my name, "Father into thy hands I commend my spirit."<br />
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You changed my name to priceless,<br />
You changed my name to beautiful,<br />
You changed my name to perfection,<br />
You changed my name to precious,<br />
You changed my name to new,<br />
You changed my name to pure,<br />
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You changed my name to Reborn<br />
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Pandora Esperanza 2018Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-12973018268803197052018-09-02T18:39:00.001-07:002018-09-03T06:53:45.992-07:00When Lonely Is Familiar<div align="left">
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: large;">Familiar, comfortable, like that old worn out slipper. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: large;">It wraps itself around me, crawls into the very marrow of my bones.</span></div>
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Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-52443699626685032522018-07-31T15:24:00.001-07:002018-07-31T22:39:23.418-07:00All I Want <div dir="ltr">
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If I see a spider, which you know I'm afraid of, all I want you to say is"Honey don't worry, I got this."</div>
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Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-36596555368559210962018-07-03T17:17:00.001-07:002018-07-03T17:48:16.954-07:00Peace<p dir="ltr">The wind passes through me and over me. This is where I find peace. This is where I find solace. Wrapped up in a blanket of God's own creation. The universe becomes an extension of my mind. My heart is open to all the possibilities. There's nothing that stands between me and my future except myself. I Am a wonder of creation. I Am able to be all that I need to be. I Am that which God has wonderfully, fearfully, and beautifully made. I am a black woman.</p>
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Sitting outside in the open sky...it's dark. I can see the stars and the moon. I wanted closure, but closure is a fallacy. I don't need to see you to say goodbye. I don't need false explanations. I need you to say what you think I want to hear. I don't need you to try and explain, to make things easier. Here under the sky, under the moon and stars alone, my heart has already said goodbye. That's my closure.</div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"In the beginning was the word the Word, the word was with God, and the Word was God..Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being..."</span></i></b></div>
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Knowing that there's a path for me. A pre-ordained, predestined path that God has gently set my feet upon.</div>
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The storm winds can be violent. Blowing life's debris in my eyes...I can't see..but He speaks a rhema word, "Peace be still."</div>
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Sometimes the ground seems to give way under my feet...</div>
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Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-69777443690744358412017-11-26T16:21:00.001-08:002017-11-26T16:21:23.857-08:00Stardust Crowns<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Stripped bare...</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>standing on an auction block naked, alone. </i></span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Waiting for the highest bidder.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>I have forgotten what it means to be Queen.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>I have forgotten what it means to Behold The Glory of the Son.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>I have forgotten that I was born of Mother Earth and Father Time.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>I have forgotten power that I hold in the palm of my hand.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Broken...I concede... waiting.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Waiting for the one who will pay the price.</i></span><br />
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Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-73052000532527188952017-07-10T12:17:00.001-07:002017-07-10T12:32:03.652-07:00Breathe Into Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I close my eyes I can feel you....<br />
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I can taste the sweetness of your lips and tongue<br />
Your warm breath envelopes me flowing into me and gives me life<br />
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Hungry<br />
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I want it almost more than life itself<br />
But it's so far away<br />
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But time and space are​ destroyers.<br />
Wreaking havoc on everything they touch.<br />
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I will hold on as long as I can....<br />
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Don't let me go...don't let me go.<br />
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<i>- Pandora Esperanza</i>Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-68985405708964873642016-02-28T18:06:00.005-08:002016-02-28T18:06:55.164-08:00Blaque Nephilim<div class="MsoNormal">
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Constricted breath....<br />
struggling to escape. Across my hopes,
dreams and love of you.<br />
Scattering across the landscape of my mind like dandelion
fluff. Looking for purchase in a soul, your soul, that has been tilled by
callous indifference. I gifted myself, my pearls, to you. You cast them down
into the dirt to be trampled upon before the swine....but no more. After what seems to be a millennia,
He finds me, a response to the cry of my pain, bearing me up. Wings spread wide expanse
never ending. Skin the color of dark chocolate, eyes that peer into WHAT is
left of my soul. He is mine, my Blaque Nephilim. He carries me to the heavens. He makes me whole. Gently making love to my broken pieces, he mends them with his touch. breathing life back into what I though was lost. Making me whole from within. My body reflecting his love from every part of my being. He is mine, my Blaque Nephilim.....I Am Home.<br />
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There was a time that in my imaginings I could close my eyes
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<span style="font-size: large;"> darkest </span><br />
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That face was your
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Time and distance have reduced what once was the purest of
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Now my<span style="font-size: large;"> innermost want</span> has no face...my inner eye tries to
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I new I was truly alone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tendrils of my well-kept thoughts that escape darkness
have no where to find their rest;<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">seeking to touch</span> that which they cannot
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<span style="font-size: large;">crumbling</span> beneath the weight of cruel emptiness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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That is when I knew<br />
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Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-7896436494353701382015-08-29T21:33:00.001-07:002015-08-30T11:25:19.612-07:00Slow dance<br />
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Sitting by the wall, music pumpin' and thumpin'<br />
Speakers massaging my heart with the dark bass beat....sounds of India Arie'ss Brown Skin wrap around me and force my eyes to close and my body involuntarily rocks back and forth.<br />
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Suddenly tendrils of warm breath kiss the nape of my neck. I feel his hand at the small of my back. He leans in and whispers in my ear. Over the music I can't even hear what he says. I don't need to.<br />
I inhale...warm spice and desire...he takes my hand and slowly leads me to the middle of the floor.<br />
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Synchronicity<br />
I get lost. There's no need to think, just to feel. My body willingly lets him take me wherever he wants to go. Dipping and swaying<br />
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"Every time I let you in<br />
Abracadabra magic happens as we swim<br />
Higher and higher finally we reach Heaven<br />
Come back to earth and then we do it all again, yeah.."</div>
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.....then the music ends, my eyes slowly open. </div>
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Damn, still sitting alone </div>
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Pandora Esperanza~ </div>
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Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-49111452001870309702015-08-20T19:14:00.000-07:002016-12-09T19:19:28.097-08:00Water Through My Fingers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the beginning was God and the word was with God....He created man, and so that man was not alone He in his infinite wisdom created woman...man, borne of the earth, but woman born of bone, both a creation of the Divine.</div>
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The DNA of the beginning calcified like rock into her very being. to search for the other, the missing, I am the flesh of your flesh.<br />
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But I am borne of the Angelic and the earth made bone. </div>
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Somewhere in the ether is the missing piece of my soul. When I thinks it's within my grasp it slips like water through my fingers. </div>
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Is it my destiny to search through eternity always wanting but never finding....</div>
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each of my chakras wanting to connect to the <i>one</i> for which I was created...broken and abandoned waiting to be filled by the "I Alone", my other half....the bone of the bone.</div>
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I am Nephilim....child of heaven and earth, carnal flesh and divine....I am corrupt in my desire.... wanting your flesh. skin to skin, <i>piel de piel</i>.</div>
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Pure in the intention of my heart's desire, to hold only that which you can give...but it slips like water through my fingers.</div>
Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-12170004977162063132015-03-11T07:43:00.000-07:002015-08-11T06:10:06.340-07:00Intoxicated<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Staring into its depth,<br />
mesmerized by the swirling amber colored past.<br />
I drink the memory of what could have been...<br />
burning as I swallow it down past the back of my thoughts...<br />
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intoxicating me to the point of vague delusions of connectivity to you.<br />
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Weighing the pros and cons, the what ifs, the might have been's and the maybes.....<br />
Attempting to summon the Djinni from the bottle so that my wish can be granted.....<br />
a wish that is accompanied by the irrevocable cost of my soul.<br />
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It is then that I decide that the Djin must stay in her bottle along with the memory of you. <br />
For it is in the land of memory and wishes that you belong.<br />
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Author Pandora Esperanza<br />
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<br />Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-83794865047441391282015-02-27T21:00:00.000-08:002015-03-11T07:55:16.265-07:00Battle Scars<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Etchings , patiently carved into what is left of my soul. The scarred map of my journey,traversing the labyrinth of you.<br />
Twisting, turning...misleading.<a name='more'></a><br />
I fall into a nothingness, to land on shards of broken promises that slice their way into my wishful thinking. Leaving it to degrade and crumble into the ocean of "What If" and "If Only".<br />
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I climb.....<br />
I climb higher out of the valley of What Has Been....<br />
until I stand at the precipice of Possibility.<br />
The sun kisses my scars, scars that shed their last red tears.<br />
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The scars will forever remain, but not as a remnant of shame, but as tapestry woven by strength and patience of love.<br />
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<br />Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-39481317708741959182015-01-23T20:49:00.000-08:002015-02-27T21:44:22.131-08:00Conspiritorium<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Weightless......<br />
Floating........<br />
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Deprived of all things, wrapped in.....darkness.....silence.....time. <br />
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<a name='more'></a>They work in concert, to push my heart and my mind to the brink of forgetfulness.<br />
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I struggle to hold on to the reality of you....are you real or are you a trick of the tears that hide behind my eyes.<br />
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My life in millisecond bursts of light...your face, your smile, your scent, unique....pencil shavings, spiked collars and rain....my wrists bleed from the ropes of feeling.....my heart is constricted and strained with the the sound of its own screaming.<br />
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<br />Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-81441262774281800002015-01-14T08:05:00.003-08:002015-02-27T21:44:44.312-08:00Immortal Love<br />
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My soul is draped in the blackest of shrouds<br />
My heart is cold, my skin is like ice.....<br />
My eyes are lifeless.<br />
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Through the darkness you find me, you lift me.<br />
I feel the warmth of your touch, you kiss me.<br />
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The shroud begins to fall away.....<br />
slowly my body begins to move under your touch.<br />
My skin warms.<br />
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Your eyes meet mine.....<br />
and I know that I am alive.<br />
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<i>Author - Pandora Esperanza </i>Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935573388938268590.post-4880224733122846992015-01-14T07:18:00.001-08:002015-02-27T21:45:13.723-08:00In Your Eyes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #ffd966;"><i>This was a poem that I wrote years ago, I actually think that it was my very first one. I was late one night and I was up studying, everyone else was asleep. I had been going through a challenging moment in life and out of no where these words started dancing through my spirit, my heart, my mind. My son Mikal calls it your "Sha Na Na".</i></span><span style="color: #f1c232;"> <span style="color: #ffd966;"><i>I posted this in an online forum that I had years ago, so consider this a re-post. </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In Your Eyes</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had never known it....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Or was that I could not see it.....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I peered into the very recesses of my being, but it always seemed to escape me, elude me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At times I could sense it.....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But then it would sense me......</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It would move like quicksilver, rapid, trailing, leading.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then I could see it....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I had finally found it.....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My completion....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My spirit....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My Soul....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In your eyes</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffd966;"><i>Originally posted February 2009 in the Chayanne Fan Forum Guajira Girl</i></span>Pandora Esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14615198408143553934noreply@blogger.com0