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Heart of a Gypsy

The price of being a gypsy woman comes at a high cost. She is the embodiment of a free spirit; restlessness is her middle name, and her last is freedom. As soon as contentment stroke her soul, the embers began to steer her in a new direction. If she was to ignore their powerful pings at her heart;  surely those embers would blaze her passions into a raging inferno.

Licking at her curiousity of what could be just around the bend. The price of being a gypsy woman came at a high cost. She could not bring along those she loved for they had their hearts set on contentment. Maybe they had their own paths to travel, yet she couldn’t help but feel the loss of love found in their meetings. She wished to have them all alongside of her living free embarking on a journey of  abandonment.
There, in the open meadow she lied. The sun gleamed off of her skin, and warmed her instead of a friend. A gust of wind aroused; wheatgrass met her legs, tickling her, as she grinned. She would never truly be alone for she was in the hearts of those she met along her way. She would carry a piece of those she encountered into old age. There, they could live forever together in each others hearts and this brought her peace.

Here she was, in a new place, traveling down an unfamiliar road with different enchantments, new faces, new feelings, and new hopes.
Yes, there it is again. That feeling of falling down a portal of bliss. Those childlike wide-eyed and all-accepting pupils gazed around at everything, it was ever so pristine, everything was shining with potential. She knew the feeling from which it came, she was falling madly deeply in love with everything.

But, the price of being a gypsy woman comes at a high cost. The thought danced across her mind, And for a moment the music stopped. Ever so optimistic and hopeful she dismissed it as quickly as it came. Now, it was time to dance with the faeries, mythical beings, and be apart of the magickal pristine journey she just started to embark down. Leaving the worries of what may be at stake for a tomorrow that might or might not come.

Crinthia Runyon

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Mount Everest

Like a volcano I was ready to explode, Destroying everything around me without remorse or bias. I was naturally inclined to set bridges on fire so their was no way to return. Places that were once reminiscent of towns and valleys now lay in decrepit. There in the pathways were bodies turned to ash and dust.

There was nothing that could be forgiven, This was natural; it would follow due course. After the explosion of molten lava, everything laying to waste, everything would eventually cool down and transform the landscape. The wild ways of the earth would replant the seed and eventually things would grow.

Once where their was beauty taken for granted, their would be hope for anew. Where they had pulled at the strings until their were none, trying to sway the very essence of time itself, their would be a wild flower growing from a crack in the molten lava.

The Reckoning

I advance through adversary; unlike you, you’re quite contrary. I will never crumble nor break. I am an ocean compared to your lake.

I seek truth in everything around. My heart is pure, my thoughts profound. I seek advancement avoiding complacent. To which we are adjacent.

Loyalty is woven within my soul. Honestly, I am honest beyond my control. If I could tear down these walls separating us a part then you could know full well and honor my heart.

© the heart felt pen August 2014

mon admirer

I am enthralled by the mere essence of you.
I could not pin one thing, for it is within everything you do.
Every word, every whisper, and every enticing promise that you make.
The fantasy of being your lover can not break.

When I lay down at night, before I slip away to sleep;
The memory of you absorbs me, I must be in deep.
It must be that I am crazy, a fool infatuation.
A idle daydream of high expectation.

I feel as though you complete me, in every aspect of the way.
Yet, I stay afar, awaiting for a time, a place, or maybe the day.
Women flock to you, like birds of prey,
This is only one of the reasons I remain at bay.

My memory serves me well, of conversations merged with sin.
A certain era of time, I only wanted to let you in.
I became dedicated to only you, by measures which were not seen.
The way you gave me butterflies, when I heard from you like a teen.

My heart would race; my legs would quiver,
My temperature rising, in high hopes that you would deliver.
I must be silly; it’s highly unusual, I dare to confess,
It is you who I want by my side, in my caress.

To feel your skin nozzled against my nape.
One hand on my thigh, our bodies barely agape.
As you whisper beautiful sin into my ear,
the sexual pleasures that are near.

Reality escapes me, when I’ve often dreamt you.
For this purpose is another excuse, to mind what you do.
Maybe previously these words were just there,
Maybe just maybe you don’t really care.

What should have I expected, when I approached you no strings attached?
But I never expected to fall in love with the ways, and unknowingly became latched.
So I stay at a safe distance, admiring you from a far,
And sometimes I wonder if you’re the lover you say you are.

I tell myself maybe in another time or another place,
Maybe in a few years or another life with another face.
Or maybe not all, maybe I should just smile at the memory.
Maybe I should just leave you alone, and let you be.

Seahorse Lullaby

I’d give anything to be at the ocean right now, feet in the sand.
Without a care in the world and a drink in my hand.
I’d just lay there an look up at the stars wishing that they could speak.
Wishing with all my might, that I could build stronger like the tide but instead I grow weak.

Relentlessly, Endlessly, and without repent;
Those waters would rage on unforgivably, in a heavenly scent.
In complete and endless darkness those waters call upon me,
For my heart will always belong out at sea.

I’d stare out into the darkness longing for an answer.
With all the jellyfish, dolphins, and little sea dancers.
As the tide gathers momentum and bellows on,
I’d relax a little, find my center, and grow calm.

I’d lay their on the beach, with my feet in the sand,
Stare up at the dazzling stars with an empty drink in hand.
I’d see a shooting star dance across the moon,
I’d take a deep breathe as my heart swoons.

Calming, Peacefully and forever eternal,
When the world is your oyster, there is no use for a journal.
Every time I think; I began to grow weak,
The ocean replies with the answers I seek.

Take caution when the waters grow deep,
Or the undercurrent will sweep you off of your feet.
Life is unforgiving and favors no one,
Under the stars, the moon, or the sun.

Be like the tide, slowly but surely gathering strength,
Or if you do not you will eventually sink.
Be relentless on the path to conquer your dreams;
After all, in life, nothing is forever as difficult as it seems.

Forever, Courageously, and without fail,
If you live your life like the ocean you will prevail.
And anytime you believe it to be true,
you will find the strength that resides within you.