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I Had A Diamond Once

March 13th, 2007 6:27 pm MDT

 poembyVLexi

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Uwoduhi Wadaduga

September 7th, 2006 4:56 pm MDT

Happy September to everyone!

    I happily enter a new month much rewarded with added names to my newly refreshed friends list. Thank you to all who have sent me friendship invites as well as those of you who accepted me. I am glad and am grateful to have such beautiful people gracing my page.

    I am also pleased to share a new name which has been kindly bestowed upon me by my enlightened good friends Atsilv and Allason. I am honored and proud to call myself in Cherokee fashion U-wo-du-hi pronounced ooh woe dew he meaning : Beautiful, Wa-da-du-ga pronounced wah dah dew gah, meaning: Dragonfly;

    thus U-wo-du-hi Wa-da-du-ga, Beautiful Dragonfly.                      

   It's ironic how the dragonfly inspired my friends to ally itself with me upon attuning themselves with the great spirit guide.                                                                                                       

   For as a youngster it was always my pleasure to go off into the woods on summer afternoons at the meadows to capture barehanded such wonderful insects. I recalled that it particularly reminded me of faeries. I scrutinized with admiration it's beautiful sparkling cellophane-sheer wings and wondered at it's psychedelic hues imbellished as if dressed of the rainbow. It seemed to me that they gave off a magical glow in my fingers as I held it up close against the sunlight for my inspection.

    I would then allow it to escape from my clutch and watch it fly off hurriedly to their freedom; marvelling of it's graceful flight as if tiny angels of the forest, blazing a trail of pixilated golden moondust. The solitude of my eager visits to the wildwoods seemed all the more enchanted for my innocent young imagination which fancied the woodlands as a fairyland filled by benevolant divinities of mythical beings such as elves, dwarfs, leprechauns, goblins, cherubs, puck, and pixies.

     Which indeed it was, inhabited of butterflies, birds, frogs, bees, chipmunks, squirrels, turtles, flowers, majestic trees, etc., and ofcourse dragonflies.

   I felt welcomed in their kingdom where I entertained myself a princess awaiting her loveling, a prince. There I sang songs of my 'girldom', and danced amongst unjudgemental subjects. I took care never to harm any of the creatures, or plants and trees; as I was in possesion of an innate goodness and feeling for all creation, much in the way younglings have such a rapport and communion with nature.

   Ahh to have such carefree faultless vision as that of a childhood's playland's dreams. It is something I feel blessed to look back on in my adulthood; and occassionally if I am really good at heart, freed from the constraints of daily accumulated fears imposed on me as a grown up; I am still yet able to go there. Somehow I am often brought back to such a special place, no matter where I might be. It's lure never really dissipates, and it will always be there within me.                                     A memory enriching, a reward from child's play.

   Burried deep this treasure of my mind, a tappable force of empowerment which no one can steal or take away. A winsome little girl inside me, that I was, endowed with loving empathy for all inhabitants, in her hidden secret garden of illumined imaginings. Enthralled by the magic in a dragonfly. A cerebrate wealth, a gift from the Gods! 
  

   How touching to be so named in the Cherokee language. A tribe which had/have a special bond with the universe.

   Thank you ladies for adding to my experience the wonderful gift of this name which I know was always mine, and moreover shall continue to be so whenever I am transported into such moments of an innocent's joy!

   ~much love to all members and visitors in this our Utopia of dreams!

                     ~my most deepest regards for all of us!~

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My thoughts on being called Beautiful

August 10th, 2006 6:22 pm MDT

        HAPPY AUGUST to all friends here at urna! This season has been so full of praise and flattery from all kind members that have reached out to me on my profile since I joined two months ago. I cannot thank you all enough for your encouragements through kind comments and the loving support of a monthly vote. I am so pleased to have crossed paths with many of you here. Wonderful people such as Sherry P, Karen Reeves, Heather Thompson, Allason Lynn Beau, her partner Atsilv, Sassy-Cat-Joan, Nicole Tracy, a new friend Lena Gibbson, JR Admire, Michel-Jean, Steve Jensen, Ernie, and many others, males and females. You are all truly marvellous beautiful people!     As a connaisseure of all things beautiful I often take visual pleasure at admiring women of all shapes and sizes. I find that everyone has something beautiful to offer if the observer only takes the initiative of looking deep enough without prejudice of what form we feel beauty should be. As I interact with many in daily living I indulge in viewing the variety of subjects on my people watching.    One of my favorite pastimes is sitting at an outdoor cafe on Newbury Street having a cup of afternoon tea watching the so called "Beautiful People" passing by. I remark on the softness of many women's features, and harshness as well, the flat chested slim look of the 70's Vogue, the baywatch big breasted bombshells, the obese, the stocky, the blonds, the brunnetes, the redheads, all attired in an array of different hues, of the fashionable or unfashionable.    I also like going to Jacques Cabaret here in the heart of Boston's Bay Village in admiration of the many attractive transgendered girls of different styles and adornment. Some slender and wispy with sunken cheekbones, some muscularly athlethic, some pumped up and voluptuous through the aid of medical science or silicone injections, some wholesome and natural, some tall with long legs that go on for days, some short and cute, some older and gracious while others young and perky, some stand-offish, some rather friendly, some round and rotund, some passable, some not, and others so flambouyantly colorful in their make-up and fashion. I absorb the many faces of beauty without criticism or judgement.    I was reflecting on what it means to have true beauty in oneself the other day. What is it's significance or meaning to me? Without a doubt there is a physical beauty. But that alone is empty and unremarkable without the power of inner magnificence of true loveliness. Have you ever observed a so-called ugly individual with whom as you begin speaking to and learning more about is suddenly transformed before your eyes through their shining inner light? I find that kind of beauty to be most moving, inspiring, and ageless.    Growing up I had always strived to be accepted as a woman using magazines or the media as my guide which didn't help me with my inferiority complex about my features. I had often thought I was the ugliest person in the world. I hated my nose which I thought was too big, my almond eyes which didn't look european, my high cheekbones which I thought made me look mongoloid and my lips were so big and red that I was often teased derogatorily for having; and to top it all off I was flat and so anorexicly skinny. I longed to have curves and have the face of a famous model I was a fan of. Puberty was hard for me with the onset of testostorone setting in, I was so panic stricken. I had developed acne too, as most teenage male bodies normally do when in their teens. I was repulsed at looking in the mirror.   Now all grown-up and after being on female hormones for many years, along with a proper diet, excercise, and vitamins, I am more settled in my femininity. My breast are now the size I am happy with. My hips expanded with added fat and my skin became softer, smoother, clearer, and more luminous. I also decided against a nose job, which I learned to accept after my body eventually grew into proportion with it. My high cheekbones and almond eyes are now what people compliment me repeatedly on and my lips have been deemed sensous by most men. I guess I am the classic ugly duckling story but I am yet unfinished in my metamorphosis. I would like to perhaps have a sex change one day, though I realize that it is only a cosmetic convenience which doesn't at all alter what I am always in between my ears, a female psyche.    I hardly think I am physically perfect, still having moments when I feel homely or plagued by the occasional self-doubt. But unlike before I am not as bothered by it anymore. I have learned to revel in my own skin making the most with what I have. Besides I don't think I would really want to meet anyone who is bodily perfect if there is such a person. I'm sure I would find them rather shallow and ofcourse it would bore me. Our faults and imperfections I believe can be tools to help us on being a driving force to better ourself and develop a more interesting persona. Nothing more attractive to me than a person who overcame their struggles for the good.    Even in my adulthood there is still an inner child's need for acceptance and to feel loved, by being beautiful enough. The difference is that I have more wisdom in understanding what and where that ache is coming from. Everywhere nature's creatures is shouting to be heard and longing to feel alive and be noticed. The flowers that color our gardens with it's fragrant enticements, the male peacock in it's grandeur, the caterpillar in it's cocoon ready to burst out as a butterfly, the trees giving of their fruits, and all around us is voiced a natural instinct for survival through procreation. Being civilized intelligent humans ofcourse we can choose to turn that energy (as many do) for use as recreation.    In the very act of reflecting on these universal marvels, there comes about in me an unsolicited ease, a realization of the workings of that need to be worthy enough. An austere discernment that frees me from the pain of feeling unworthy. It is this spirit that nurses me into comprehending the value of love and acceptance beginning at home first. A source that is not jealous, insincere, unfaithful, fleeting, nor does it ever leave one. Love and acceptance is a giving experience not solely from others but more importantly and more significantly of oneself.    I sing with life's call and celebrate beauty with all it's expressions. I am worthy of good things as does all souls. Beauty comes in many forms. Whether through practicing kindness of manner, politeness in speech, keeping well groomed, practicing good hygiene, attaining more skills, humility of spirit, compassion and patience of other's failings as well as my own, overcoming conditionings, and the many ways I can build self-esteem on irregardless of what others lacking might or might not throw my way.    So as I splurge in my idle admiration of feminine beauty in all it's different degree's, I look at myself as well with a silent mind, without judgement or comparisons. Unoccupied with focusing on shortcomings, I am recognizing that we are all delicious, giving of different flavors. Some are oranges, some are apples, some are pears, negligent of what taste you prefer! Not limited by just the black and white to perception; I wonder at the numerous tones of True Beauty.    Now gladly I affirm wholeheartedly:       I am Woman, proudly Transgendered, but more importantly a Loving Human Being!    

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URNOTALONE

August 3rd, 2006 4:28 pm MDT

poembyVeronica Lexi (U)nlike any place yet ever been online with very many a good soul you will find, here filled with so generous, so encouraging, so caring, so sympathetic listeners so kind, (R)ewards unselfishly given in a welcome through the wonderful gift of a friendship, here is bestown well wishes of a sweet comment a rating, a chat, flattering offerings of kinship, (N)ot for the mediocre, or the mundane, or the lacking of sympathy, or those ignorantly close minded, here a resource of contact for a super-human we the misunderstood of kindred spirits binded, (O)ur truths here we courageously live fearing not costernations, reproach, or distress, here one is showered with kudos and compliments for our truth that we bravely joyfully express, (T)ender bonds found and formed in this vicinity where shoots honestly cupid's bow and arrow, here companionships available to the romantically forlorned, the longing, whosoever the lonely sparrow, (A)live with vibrant beautiful hues of the rainbow all we gathered intelligent persons of vast diversity, here no one unwelcomed for being born different regardless of sexual preference or personal perplexity, (L)eaving one feels empowered by our sheer numbers as we browse through profiles exchanging niceties, here you'll gain encouragements, support, and advice from all around the world in different countries and cities, (O)rganized to bring our scattered community together attracting numerous admirers bearing aplenty adorations, here you will allow yourself to flourish in our uniqueness cherishing our accomplishments where overflows adulations, (N)ourishing forum for those love-hungered individuals seeking acceptance and just striving to feel wanted, here a sustaining oasis for those brokenhearted a society dedicated in making one feel undaunted, (E)stablished to help join our community to reach out nobly helping visitors or members feel closer to each other, connecting all to discover and learn of gender variance assuring that you are not alone, here a sister, here a brother.

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I Love You

July 31st, 2006 6:19 pm MDT

poembyVeronica Lexi

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to Enable or Disable a rating system?

July 27th, 2006 12:59 pm MDT

I am disappointed to learn that the rating system here at urna is flawed in what encourages others to connive and to deceive friendships to remain in the higher 40 votes by giving others low marks as a way to manipulate their way to the top. It disheartens me to see that instead of this becoming a fun way to unite us it unpurposely brings out unlady like behaviour in some. It was brought to my attention recently by my good friends whose rating, along with my own, has been unjustly maligned by such actions from people that were given a higher vote by ourselves. Though I do not allow or use the rating system here as a guidepost for my self-worth or self-esteem as a woman and a human being, I am very disturbed by the unsisterly behaviour of some towards others. It is my own philosophy to vote only for those members that I've encountered here whether through comments, browsing my friend's friends list, emails, or at the chat lobby. I vote only 10's or not at all, depending on how they have touched or inspired me. I have mulled over the decision of whether I should or should not disable myself from being rated and participating in this system. I had originally thought it was a great way to bring us closer together but I now feel I am only enabling some unbeknownst to me to act maliciously. I am not at all concerned on loosing out on the free membership given to the top vote; nor do I feel any loss at not being listed on the top 40 if my votes have been lowered by those that indulge in being so trivial as to be so petty. I only voice my concern for my friends that are distressed by the injustice of it all. I've decided to keep my rating system enabled not for the votes or for some sort of "cool person" status, but to stay connected with my true friends here who I love voting 10's for. I don't mean to sound like a spoil-sport or sore-looser, I am most definitely not one, but for those that think they have the upperhand: "it's just not that big enough of a deal to cause one to behave so unladylike". So please do continue in your affairs if that is what you like to do. Give me the low vote if it makes you happy, but please understand and know this, I do not loose anything really. For those of you that do vote fairly with honest and sincere assestment of others regardless of what rating you feel a profile well deserves, high or low, I commend you. For at least you are operating and engaging from an honest and respectable plane of thought. I will conclude that inspite of some that are inclined not to be fair towards others here; it is still my opinion that we are all 10's for passionately, courageously, resiliently, strongly, patiently, lovingly, and determinedly living our truth which the majority of society still does not want to accept or understand. Finally, once again I reiterate a favorite quote "It is Better to Self-Improve than to Prove You are Better"

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Gratitude Journal

July 16th, 2006 12:09 pm MDT

Greetings friends! I would like to take this opportunity to appreciate all the folks I have encountered and have connected with here at urna thusfar. It is very encouraging to find so many intelligent, generous, and kind individuals all in one place. I take pride on my membership here and I eargerly log on in anticipation of meeting with such beautiful marvellous people in the chatrooms. I welcome everyone to reach out to me if I may be able to help you in some way with my friendship. I want to also thank my friends, a sweetheart of a woman Allason Lynn Beau, her loving kind partner Atsilv, a lady of class Sherry P, ofcourse sexy Jon, enchantress Vicki, and many more. They make this such a pleasant organization to be a part of, bless them all. Let's all be glad for this site and be comforted with the strenght of our numbers and union. Let's find the spirit to be kind to each other and not be too concerned with besting our peers, "better to self improve than prove you are better". Let's allow for ourself patience, understanding, and compassion for our imperfections, for as I humbly find "Perfection is something to strive for, never obtained". I wish to extend to all the members here my well wishes and emotional support and the hope for everyone to have some love and happiness in their lives. Kudos to you all! > "faith power works wonders" so believe you are special in this universe!

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'Melanie's' first heartache

July 12th, 2006 3:14 pm MDT

As a child of five years old, happy playful 'Melanie' as she toyed naming herself, knew not of her limitations being so young and still yet uncorrupted by life's hurdles and adult societal constraints. Her kind parents never informed, corrected, or scolded her for, concerns over their apprehensions on her disadvantages for the future, being such a special and unusual child much to their silent dismay. So it was for her at that time a very happy childhood, unscathed in the pureness of innocence not yet lost. Then one day she was brought over to her Aunt's home, her father's cousin, to be looked after by while her parents enjoyed a day and night of nurturing each other. Excited to be in the company of her Aunt's three offsprings, that of being with other children; with her cousins all girls and who were one two and three years older than herself, she welcomed this oppurtunity of spending some time with them. She relished playing games with them, first there was a pretend Miss Universe pageant like the one they have seen on television, they dressing and making her up, as she had done so often at her own home with her mother's things; and then playing house being a girly-girl as she is, and was as she thought, being herself. Shortly after playtime it was bathe-time, soon to be followed by snack-time then nap-time. It was during bathe-time that her Aunt gathered them together and huddled them in a humungous tub delightfully filled with warm sudsy water and an array of colorful toys, floating rubber duckies, bubble makers for blowing bubbles with, and beach Barbie dolls; which ofcourse a favorite she loved playing with. Being fully nude for the first time with her cousins there in the giant tub, she noticed a remarked difference in body between that of theirs to hers. She grew disturbed by this discrepancy for she had never yet seen her parents naked, nor anyone ever before. She pointed it out to her Aunt who was there monitoring for their safety; 'Melanie' voiced her concern that there was something wrong with her cousin's bodies, that they had "bobo's". Then her Aunt amused by this childish naivete lovingly patted her on the head saying, "boys have outies and girls have innies, you are a boy". Alarmed and distressed by this newfound revelation, a first knowing of the differences between sexes and learning she was not a girl, she began crying loudly; which upset her caring Aunt who was provoked into spanking her gently on the tush in an attempt to stop the whimpering. "I am not a boy! I am not a boy! I am not!" she yelled out adamantly. "Melanie" began asking for her mother and father continuing to cry even louder at not finding them coming to console her. Her poor Aunt frustated by this perplexity, with her cousins annoyed at the noise she was creating, raised her from the tub towelled and baby-powdered her dry. Then after dressing her in pajamas brought her to the guest bedroom to nap without snack-time as punishment for such insolence, leaving her there, closing the door behind as her Aunt then thought was in the child's best interest. There 'Melanie' tucked in bed feeling alone, pining for her parents to make this "go away", wondering what it was she did wrong; " I am not a boy, I am not a boy, I am not a boy, I am a girl!!!" crying herself to sleep in this way with chest and throat hurting as it never ever had before, not knowing, not understanding, not realizing the new crack in her young heart, just broken.

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Chris Kiss

July 10th, 2006 5:10 pm MDT

poembyVeronica Lexi

Chris Kiss

Your lips so tenderly warming against my own,

your kiss on me so intoxicatingly sweet in taste,

 Your lips so celestially velvet-soft on feel,

     your kiss on me so pleasantly divinely chaste,

Your lips so luciously savory to my palate,

    your kiss on me a delectable oral pleasure,

Your lips so sparkingly exquisite to my touch,

your kiss on me I passionately treasure,

 Your lips so generously nourishing to my soul,

your kiss on me so sincerely bestown,

Your lips so succulently appetizing a treat,

 your kiss on me like a dream unknown,

Your lips so deliciously filling to my hunger,

your kiss on me such an erotic feast,

Your lips so sensously quenching to my senses,

your kiss on me and my thirst is appeased,

Your lips so affectionately intimate a comfort,

your kiss on me to my ache so healing,

 Your lips so fulfillingly satiating to my longings, 

your kiss on me to my heart so searing,

Your lips so endearingly gentle an ecstasy,

your kiss on me so upliftingly refreshing,

Your lips so luringly enticingly arousing,

     your kiss on me to my emptiness a blessing,

so kiss me kiss me kiss me to bliss,

so kiss me kiss me my darling Chris

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an unforgettable friend

July 9th, 2006 8:36 pm MDT

   The alarm radio sounded, waking me this morning to "claire de lune" by Claude Debussy. As I opened my eyes I find my gaze upon the ceiling, at a white clear canvas. In my solitude, with the beautiful music emanating from out of the radio, I felt secure; at ease, comfortable, lying on the bed, nostalgia painting the clear palate of my mind with the past, in reminiscence of a friend.

   It was of Rita, an intimate acquaintance I had, one I admired, loved, respected, and envied. My thoughts were pulled back to a scene of her sitting by a piano, dressed in a white toga {an eccentric but endearing fashion indulgement brought on by her having resided in Mikonos, Greece}, wearing long silk black evening gloves, like a tall goddess in recline, a black Venus, with her long waistlength braided extensions, a very clear complexion, her smooth mahogany skin, copper-gold colored eyelids, and lips glossed, shimmering, looking absolutely lovely. I often ran into her at the Playland cafe` in Chinatown on Saturday nights up on the second floor where it was a bit more relaxed, conducive for a good conversation than that on the first.

   There I sat by the piano, Dave playing, when Rita would dramatically appear, as if a Diva who's arrival was an unexpected but welcomed occasion, turning heads, escorted by a couple or so of male admirers under the spell of her feminine charms lured over from Jacques cabaret`, which often closed at midnight. Her presence commanded attention as those around her would hear her regally anounce her need of a drink, her preffered cranberry juice with a lime twist, to which her male subjects would compete at supplying.

   She would then move closer to acknowledge me, as if gliding, floating, gracefully carressing my shoulders with her gloved fingers, brushing my hair back slightly, kissing my neck gently, not uttering a word so as not to disturb Dave in a middle of a performance. She would then plant herself on a stool closest to the pianist, being served a drink by her male admirers who were in anticipation of fulfilling her next wishes, awaiting the musician to end the piece he was playing afterwhich she would clap enthusiastically, gesturing to her courtiers to fill his tipping bowl which often overflowed by her being there.

   Then smilingly, in her most demure, dainty girlish manner she would politely request, "claire de lune, please, claire de lune". She would sit there reverently, savoring the melancholic tune with eyes closed meditatively, seemingly in euphoria as if in a dream world of her own mind's liking, looking very attractive in her magnificence of being pleased.

   Rita, her personality impressed on my memory, permanently etched, imbued of mixed emotions, whenever I come upon this piece. In admiration of her courage, her accomplishments, her strenght of will, yet horrified by her sad demise.

   For after Thanksgiving of '98, she received multiple stabbings at the hands of unknown male assailants in the sanctity of her own home, twenty-seven times. A crime still unsolved, and now almost forgotten filed away with other cases that have gone cold. Many were offended and hurt at the media coverage it received, at the lack of sensitivity in regards to her not being reffered to properly by her true gender identity, female. It displayed to us how much disrespect and ignorance there still was towards the transgendered community. In response to this a candlelight vigil was held in her honor on that fateful November of '98 which triggered a movement to voice our concerns over this lack, uniting our community against such hatred. Observed every year on November 20th, organizing many to create a site called "Remembering Our Dead", in commemoration of our brothers and sisters so victimized, murdered.

   I regret never having let her know how much I valued her friendship, of my deep gratitude. At a desperate time in my life when I had nowhere to turn, she took me in, helping me until I got back on my own two feet again. She was a true friend to me showing such kindness. There are those who would remind me of her sharp tongue and harshness of other's faults, but that is not her to me. I have known of her goodness, and genorousity of spirit. She was a strong willed individual who made the best of her situation, changing those things she could for her betterment, inspiring me of my possibilities. I cherish our shared moments of heartfelt conversations, of her relating to me a void she felt within her, a longing for love and happiness, of which we all hunger for. I learned how it was to connect deeply with the struggles we faced, as transgendered-sisters, helping ease us both to know, that together, we are not alone.

   Though I would rather that she were here and now, alive and well, and being my friend, somehow I am inspired that even in her death, as tragic as it is, she is yet, still giving, and continually commanding attention towards good. Now with Playland cafe` itself gone, an unrelated event, just part of time passing, a changing tide, a different season, vanities lost and forgotten.

    I listen to a melody and I have not forgotten, I cannot, as I lay here awaking to a new day yet to be lived, she but alive in my heart, and others that love her, my friend, my sister, my missed, Rita Hester.

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careless dance

June 28th, 2006 6:46 pm MDT

 poembyVeronica Lexi

careless dance

would you care to dance with me?

relinquish burdens, prance simply, be free

let's provoke joy with a contact

 as we glide, as we spin

revere faultlessness with a shuffle

 springtide rythm, skin on skin

would you care to dance with me?

share an uspoken language, together see

let's be stimulated in our touch

 as we swing, as we sway

cherish innocence as we tread

 being young, as passion's music in play

would you care to dance with me?

celebrate a union, our spirits in glee

as we indulge in carresses

 let's let love foster in our hold

 nurture fearlessness in a step

with a happiness song, we'll enfold

in the stream of a dream

to our tune let us gleam

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Love Unbound

June 26th, 2006 9:05 pm MDT

"It is only a mind that looks at a tree or the stars or the sparkling waters of a river with complete self-abandonment that knows what beauty is, and when we are actually SEEING we are in a state of love". -J Krishnamurti poembyVeronica Lexi Love Unbound Once 'I' thought, 'I' can know love, cannot, not therein what was, only the following: barren applied formulas, reapplying, walling sanctified philosophical possesions, held onto distortions, time agitation, derisions, past pleasures contending, repeating, energy expending, contrived love bound projections, unspontaneous, old to new? not therein what was, Once in absence of thought, vanish 'I', now therein what is, love overflow, all of the following: unsought mindfulness of mind's mentations, unlabored pure gathering, luminous unblurred comprehension, engrossing awareness, free contemplation, honest meditation, poem unworded, fluid vigor, unbound, spontaneous, now, not old, new, Love herein what IS

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evening rain loves broken heart

June 20th, 2006 10:42 pm MDT

poembyVeronica Lexi

evening rain loves broken heart

 rain,

awhile,

though others may sigh,

tonight

be long,

relished companion,

on my roof beat,

whilst I 'neath sheets,

 sheltered,

home,

secure in my throne,

 rain,

remain,

though others may moan,

this evening,

be not brief,

wet rhythm,

most welcomed,

soothe,

 drenched sound,

 resonate my music,

gentle tears,

cry,

echo my song, 

rain 

linger,

though others may frown,

for me

not imposing,

be lenghty,

stay 'round,

with sweet scented bathed earth,

 through window

 fan a void,

reverberate this heart,

broken,

console to my bosom,

sleepily

 I'll listen,

euphoric

damp lullaby

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at 'Ground Zero" with Paul Thorne

June 14th, 2006 2:59 pm MDT

poembyVeronica Lexi at "Ground Zero" with Paul Thorne Another crowded Sunday night amidst stalkers and preys music music{ing} loud loud{ing} no one was really looking or listening at one another " oh did you see this..", "oh did you know that..." or "oh you look so good.." the usuals and then by chance a gaze, a glance, I knew you knew I knew you knew I knew you knew we knew we knew we knew kissed, embraced lips, hips "hello 'luv".... held hands strolled home longings shown needs released awaking to dawn blanketed we with you in repose, sweet babe breathing, breathing I safely warm, savoured comfort pleasures known, a GRIN

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Veronica Lexi Reflections

June 3rd, 2006 5:41 pm MDT

"The perfect woman is a higher type of human than the perfect man, and also something much more rare"    - Frederich Nietchze

   Though I am not perfect, are there anyone really, but I do not allow this to hinder me from striving for my best. Which is all we can do.

   Forgiveness is a key attribute to have to overcome imperfections, for after all, we are only perfect at not being perfect, and that's o.k.

   Life offers so much, Beauty comes in many forms. Let's look on the bright side and go for it.

   The universe is vast and endless, such are our possibilities. -Veronica Lexi

 ladies affirm with me please...

 " I AM A WISE AND BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, I AM WORTHY OF LOVE AND RESPECT"

- {affirmation by Louise L Hay}

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Summertime Sky Gaze

June 3rd, 2006 5:22 pm MDT

     "Is it possible to live life in which the mind so clear, awake , a light to itself, that it needs no experience?" - J Krishnamurti

poembyVeronica Lexi

Summertime Sky Gaze

Blue.....

.....a white cloud clouds.....

 yellow showers orange heat.....

 blends Quiet not loud.....

Wide.....

uncrowding.....

yet fits.....

Silent.....

 my Mind

.....not loud.....

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OBSERVER is the OBSERVED

June 3rd, 2006 5:13 pm MDT

"The observer, when he observes. is observing with the memories, experiences, knowledge, hurts, despairs, hope? All that background he looks at the observed. So the observer becomes separate from the observed. Is the observer different from the observed?" - J Krishnamurti

poembyVeronica Lexi

OBSERVER is the OBSERVED

Alive

a moment's clarity,

lucid

nothingness grasping,

 unstained

of accumulated fears

unhindered,

mind open

free

of past's close holding, judgement

 uninterpreted,

unobscured

of thought-stored knowledge

so walks the dead

Alive

a glimpse fleeting

virtue without strife

austere vision, no noise

 liberated of the known

 here, now

seeing a rose,

your smile,

sunsets

 undefined

experience

 not through words,

filtered,

named

so walks the blind

Alive

aware what is

all-sense present

unprejudiced

of dead yesterdays

 unhampered

of thought's illusion,

 tommorows

with nothing -

living,

loving,

 feeling,

listening

Mind observing,

absorbing

so walks the BEING

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LOVE EMBRACE

June 3rd, 2006 4:26 pm MDT

poembyVeronica Lexi Hold me touch   reach most deep my passions like gentle raindrop on rose petal within the bud it drips blends sweet fragrant dew thus  Feel me   Hold me arms   cast away my dark forbodings like sunrise chase  night into day lighting darkness warming coldness a brightshine grip anew today thus Embrace me   Hold me strong hands strenghten  my hopes, desires like the wind blowing soft whispers  moves clouds sways trees bends grass gentle breeze thus  Arouse me  

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