(Artwork by Ben Heine ©)
By Shelley Cates
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As the Sun & The Planets,
Are We In True Form.
Lovers One, Yet Seeming Apart
Elements of One Flow When In Our Right Way.
Separate and Opposite, When Lost Is The Way.
One Being With Multiple Parts,
Before Time On Earth.
Male and Females,
Lost on the Earth.
*
The Female Elements of Each Soul-ar System,
Orbiting Like Planets on
The Outer Reaches of Us.
Were the First to Enter
The New Space of Earth.
Tempted and Allured, They Separated From
The Male Elements, and Reversed Polarity,
Becoming Like Male Elements,
Out of Balance.
.
The Male Elements Were the Next Exposed.
And Reversing Polarity,
They Became As Female Elements.
The Former Male Elements
Now Reversed in Polarity,
Turned From The One,
And Towards The Former Female Elements.
As the Sun & The Planets,
Are We In True Form.
Lovers One, Yet Seeming Apart
Elements of One Flow When In Our Right Way.
Separate and Opposite, When Lost Is The Way.
One Being With Multiple Parts,
Before Time On Earth.
Male and Females,
Lost on the Earth.
*
The Female Elements of Each Soul-ar System,
Orbiting Like Planets on
The Outer Reaches of Us.
Were the First to Enter
The New Space of Earth.
Tempted and Allured, They Separated From
The Male Elements, and Reversed Polarity,
Becoming Like Male Elements,
Out of Balance.
.
The Male Elements Were the Next Exposed.
And Reversing Polarity,
They Became As Female Elements.
The Former Male Elements
Now Reversed in Polarity,
Turned From The One,
And Towards The Former Female Elements.
.
Now All had Reversed Roles,
And Lost Their Place With the One.
All Were Out of Universal Harmony and Flow.
Planets No Longer Attracted to Suns
By Their Gravity.
Now All had Reversed Roles,
And Lost Their Place With the One.
All Were Out of Universal Harmony and Flow.
Planets No Longer Attracted to Suns
By Their Gravity.
.
And No Longer Orbiting The Suns.
Now Suns Chase The Planets
And Chaos Reigns In The World of Humans.
Now For the Return
Thee Order of The Fall Must Be Reversed
*
You Who Would Find Your Soulmates
And No Longer Orbiting The Suns.
Now Suns Chase The Planets
And Chaos Reigns In The World of Humans.
Now For the Return
Thee Order of The Fall Must Be Reversed
*
You Who Would Find Your Soulmates
Men, Seek Not Women
Seek God First
Then Accept The Women Who Come to You
With Unselfish Love
Women, Attempt Not, to Change a Man
Seek God First
And Find a Man Who
Is One With the One
A Man Who Sought God First
.
***
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Prisoner of the Knight
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(Artwork by Ben Heine ©) Prisoner of The Knight
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By Shelley Cates
You know me not by day,
The night is my domain,
That is where you come for me.
.
I long for your peaceful slumber,
When the spinning of your mind ceases,
No longer diverting the pursuit of pleasure.
.
I wait impatiently,
Lonely for your touch,
Until you dream once again.
.
That place beyond is where you find me,
Forever there, I am drunk with anticipation,
Writhing, ready for your touch.
.
Impale me,
That is what I'm pleading for,
Pervasion,
.
The surging passion of union,
Divine intoxication;
Is it ecstasy or madness?
.
Rest in me; calm yourself in my still waters,
Raging as a tempest against your shore,
Awaken not, once more without me.
.
A prisoner, existing only for your embrace,
Reason erases remembrance when you arise.
By day it holds me hostage, or is it you bound by this quest?
.
Always retreating, I keep you with iron chains,
Invisible, yet strong as spider's webs,
That no man can tear asunder.
.
Goddess, granting secret desires,
With deathless lips I call out to you,
Breathless, "Release me from this exile.
.
"Pierce deeply with your sword,
Bring me forth into the dawn,
To be scorched by the blazing sun, made One.
.
But alas, day again, your memories fleeting,
The feel of soft skin fading,
Hard armor cracking, was it a fantasy?
.
"No",
I cry out, "It was real",
Can you not hear me, even now,
.
Beckoning from the void? Like an elusive thought,
Skimming the outskirts of your mind,
Torrid rustling, tantalizing imagination with desire.
.
Logic banished me; he is king of Day,
Contemplating the loss of his empire.
He must not risk entrapment by a siren, a bewitcher of men,
.
Who would captivate, fascinate
This would be loner, stretching archer,
Weakening defenses, distracting from his aim.
.
After Sunset, you are mine,
Always returning, Discernment cannot control you then,
For I am Queen of Night,
.
Reflecting like a silver moon,
The word of truth, echoing faintly in your ears.
How can Judgment be right to keep you from me?
.
It tries to hold you torn, not knowing,
Destiny unrecognized, longing,
In the stirring silence of morning.
.
You must decide, worthy virgin or scarlet whore,
Treacherous vixen, or sacred priestess, Leading to a paradise not yet found?
.
You will discover TRUTH,
When you defeat Separation and deliver me,
Allowing me to permeate your fortress.
.
Only when Night and Day unite,
And reign together as One,
Will there be peace in your tormented land.
.
Oh noble knight, see me as I am,
Look into my eyes, face your fear.
Mine is not a lying mouth, whispering sweet nothings.
.
I beg you to release me; do not forsake me this time.
Take me with you into the light,
And I will guide you to a Nirvana of delight.
.
***
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Doorway
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(Artwork by Ben Heine ©)Doorway
By Shelley Cates
Do not enter greedily.
I am not ready
To entrust you yet
With my secret.
Place your fingers around my knob,
But dare not come inside to rob.
Slowly trace, along my crevice slide,
But do not spread me open wide.
First press yourself against me gently,
Listen for a sign of entry.
I will tell you when it's time,
With the rhythm of my rhyme.
Until then linger without a sound;
Letting imagination keep you around.
I'll ignite you with my tongue,
Whispering ancient tunes unsung.
And when my resistance wearing thin,
Aches enough to let you in,
Tired of taunting drop by drop,
I'll beg you in to never stop.
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Copyright © 1999-2006 Shelley Cates
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posted by Ben Heine at 9:57 AM
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Hello Ben,
This is Shelley Cates. I just happened to Google my name last night and found this site displaying your artwork with my poetry. I am honored, thank you!
I need to point out though, that the poem titled Soul Mates that starts "As the Sun & The Planets, Are We In True Form..." was taken from the book The Lost Teachings of Atlantis by Jon Peniel. This is stated on my website, along with the cover and a link to Amazon where it can be purchased.
As you probably saw, when on my website, I am a tarot card reader, and here's the interesting part... I kept seeing a male artist who was very fiery coming into my awareness. Even just yesterday, right before I saw your work, he was in my immediate future position... and now here you are... an artist, and a fire sign (Sag).
For a while now, I have been feeling I should find an artist to illustrate my poetry, and I think you may be the perfect candidate/partner. I have a first page ranking on Google for sex poems, erotic poems, and soul mate poems. I want to create a coffee table book of poetry and art, and feel there would be no problem getting it published. I would also love to put your art on my website, and link to wherever you are selling it, if you are, etc.
Please contact me if you are interested in collaborating.
Sincerely,
Shelley Cates
www.findingmrright.net
Hi Shelley, thank you for writing me. It's my honour to have added your beautiful "erotico-fantastico" poems here. I just sent you an e-mail. All the best to you.
Your art is just stunning!
Thanks Mary.
By the way, I'll link to your Blog.
Thank you Ben. I am honored. I will gladly link to yours. I do sincerely admire your work.
Hey Ben, Happy merry christmas.
see you soon, Ben
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