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Leila Valencia May 2016
Crystallized hair pins gilded in her soft touches
Caressing earths ground
She sings the earthly creatures gently to sleep with her dream like sound
Sensible, sensitive my dear
Breathing in the clear dew drops hanging below the gibbous moon.
Natures serene dreamer planting their seeds, reaping - but soon one must choose

Difficulty arises
And despises the force of nature
Bends of the crisps wind - if shocks and stirs
It blurs her senseless ,
And shakes her earth. The goddess drinks the goblet of diamond
In silk she lays
Yet not be mistaken......

Surrounded by serendipity and indulging in life's pleasures
The crystals of the golden moon set in her hair
Beware she will leave you dreaming in heart ache
Taurus
Leila Valencia May 2016
When you gaze
Gaze longer,

Peels of splotchy skin aimlessly fall
Until bones crush through your naked eyes
Not at all, what you'd believe

You dream in their gilded appearance
Clearance to enter
Not cleared to touch my core

Crash!
Falling from god's sand - like grasp
Booming down to hold me below sea level
Trouble concentrating on bliss, I missed your appearance

I shriveled in pain to discover your shadow spirit
Learning someone for what they truly are.
Leila Valencia May 2016
Passionate Prince sitting on a deluxue throne
Shhh.... The rumble of impact comes with exhilerance
Patience will come with practice....
Painting the skies in permanent flames as you tread new horizons
Sticking in your fist in the earth first
Pioneering in motion - your stick is first to rightfully land

You're the child-like star
Shooting forcefully -Disturbing the noise
Your name rumbles in the sky

Standing in your prescence you gleam in the luminescent spotlight
Breathing in power essences that equal of a forest fire
Leila Valencia Apr 2016
The crisp blue moon sparkles your shimmering scales
As you laminate your woes
You carry the satchel of poingnant dreams around your waist

The Moon's light casts the dark shadow you sit in
Immediatley
You plop in the deep bubbly blue
Diving to unkown, unforeseen depths
Sensations of motions
Roll into the thickening emotions
The haze you drown into
Shines your mind
Leaks your spirit
Onto canvas, pens, and strings

Singing with the spirits
Humming to your sirens cue
Intuitively listening - ascending to your higher plane
While descending to heal inner suffering and release unspoken pain
I've always wanted to do an astrology series. So here it goes, Pisces as being my pilot sign. I love my little Pisces, so sweet, gentle, with incredible intuition, and psychic gifts.
Leila Valencia Apr 2016
Dropped like honeydew, appearing as a dark temptress
Tasted in smoke
Touched in hot burns - callous bites edged on your skin

Flames of spice, ambers, dusted vestiges of breaks in bones
Hidden in an underworld fantasy - craters of the deceased, and suffering - diver of the dark abyss sitting comfortably

Suddenly they break their thick callous skin
The scalding crack sears others' eyes
The burst! The rebirth! The transformation has commenced!
Rising higher,
To the pinnacle of life where peace and understanding sit at their bedside
The sign Scorpio has always been so intriguing to me. A quick poem if some was to have a Scorpio Sun, Venus Scorpio or 8th house somewhere in your chart.
Leila Valencia Apr 2016
Swinging in a pale motion
Flying back and forth mellow, in motion
Booming with each, every foot step

Each moment I awake to your presence
Pang!
The wind picks me up
Bang!
Sweeping me forward
Every swing is in motion with chaos
with in the mellow confines of my strung out heart

A hallow spark
Waiting for a filling.
Maybe it's time to...
Gong!

A mind unable to think with the echoed ring
Bringing her to sleep
In a hallow wedge in the earth's crust.
Beginning to write about the beauty of bells, but became a little more thoughtful when I started to write.
Leila Valencia Apr 2016
My lofty dreams drink your poison

The sermon hides all talk of lust

**** it!
Drown it!
Strangle it.

How can I ?
How must I ?

Do such tortuous actions
My conscious thinks of you in the mist

Closed doors.....

In hazy heights
Green mountains under the pitch black glow - wrapped in a single cloth
Breathing the puff smoke

I shut the door
Close the tailored book

Walk out in my fitted gown. Sunday school taught me repression

And my succession to my thoughts was one thing - action

Primed, pinned, and pointed to order
In orderly fashion
I defied my fathers crime

Created bedding to sleep on
Encrusted with words, " You're the creator of your own creation"


Finding.......
My chipped cross, crippled slipped underneath the crooked bed
Your lips were spongy delights of chaos I wanted to grip to
Diving in the pool naked felt like a temptuous sin
My guardian was me

I found you by the darkened pond bellowing and I gripped you
Casting my light
And you never said a word
But together we drank the blackened pond liquid
And scratched our skin with empty words, hoping we knew ......

We knew, what we were taking each other's hearts for.
A story of a young girl of a preachers daughter. Rebeling against his wishes. Learning to find her own voice. She goes against the norm, defies what she knows and is willing to take a risk to explore the life of deep passion and lust on levels that would rouse scorn and discontent
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