iSTORYA.NET - Blogs - Murmurs of a Dying Heart by dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?113640-Murmurs-of-a-Dying-Heart en Sun, 17 May 2026 19:05:54 GMT vBulletin 300 https://www.istorya.net/forums/images/metro/blue/misc/rss.jpg iSTORYA.NET - Blogs - Murmurs of a Dying Heart by dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?113640-Murmurs-of-a-Dying-Heart Stars Shine Brightest in the Darkest of Times https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1867-Stars-Shine-Brightest-in-the-Darkest-of-Times Fri, 24 Aug 2012 08:30:21 GMT Mere words aren't enough to express my deepest appreciation of you- you, who are with me at my best and never left me when I was at my worst. When troubles seemed unending, when friends became enemies, when work became a bore, and when life became a struggle your luminous lights were my shelter, my comfort and my guide. Your light never failed to brighten and even proved brightest in my darkest of times.

I may never fathom the depths nor the heights of reasons why I have these constellations of magnanimous people like you. For even if I would forever battle thinking within myself what these reasons for me deserving of you, I would only lose all these battles for such a quest for an answer is elusive.

The least that I can do is thank the Powerful, Mighty Creator of this Mystical Universe for sharing you to me. Here's a toast to life, love and fate- Amor Fati! ]]> dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1867-Stars-Shine-Brightest-in-the-Darkest-of-Times <![CDATA[Me Amore Vole' Fe Yah]]> https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1866-Me-Amore-Vole-Fe-Yah Fri, 24 Aug 2012 08:04:46 GMT Love is greatest when it is sealed with Faith. Distance is but a space irrelevant of the measures of what love can do. It is when one is farthest that one becomes near. It is when one is alone when he becomes one with the universe. It is when one feels pain when one knows what love truly is. Keep the faith of what has become. Love is and will always be for those who truly believe in it. Love is greatest when it is sealed with Faith. Distance is but a space irrelevant of the measures of what love can do. It is when one is farthest that one becomes near. It is when one is alone when he becomes one with the universe. It is when one feels pain when one knows what love truly is. Keep the faith of what has become. Love is and will always be for those who truly believe in it. ]]> dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1866-Me-Amore-Vole-Fe-Yah Waiting for a Goddess :) https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1568-Waiting-for-a-Goddess-%29 Tue, 17 Jan 2012 03:42:33 GMT my mind, a torment of longing yearning, wanting the hugs n kisses my heart, filled with emptiness a void that can only be filled by your presence my soul emaciated, starving, famished only a goddess of mailove, my nutrient -- fb my mind, a torment of longing
yearning, wanting the hugs n kisses

my heart, filled with emptiness
a void that can only be filled by your presence

my soul emaciated, starving, famished
only a goddess of mailove, my nutrient


-- fb ]]> dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1568-Waiting-for-a-Goddess-%29 The Land of Me https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1445-The-Land-of-Me Tue, 11 Oct 2011 04:31:45 GMT The land of Me is beautiful - there is so much to see He awakens there one day and begins to wander free He takes in the landscape, noting the valleys and the hills He simply can’t imagine how he could ever get his fill Not wanting to waste time merely gazing at the scene He must figure out who will be the first he’ll see He decides to see Miss Calf- she is sweet - if fidgety She is almost - but not quite - as ticklish as Miss Knee He greets her with a gentle touch and asks how she has been She answers with a quiver that speaks of missing him He whispers of returning but for now continues on There’s so much to be seen here, so much to be done He then stops in to call on the decadent Miss Thigh Smooth and sultry she is more than pleasing to the eye And to the hands and mouth as well - if he tells the honest truth Just watch him as he touches her - you’ll need no further proof His eyes are closed, his heart beats hard; there’s almost nothing he wants more Well, maybe perhaps there is one thing, that he still has in store As much as he would like to stay, he knows he has to go But he’ll be back, yes - back quite soon - if you really need to know And although there is a stunning lady really very close He moves farther on - much farther - this man already knows Miss Thigh’s delicious neighbor won’t take visitors until he Has paid homage to all who reside in the lovely land of Me So he crosses the great flat plains until he comes upon the hills The glorious peaks where yet another beautiful lady dwells Miss Breast is next for him to see, and there will be so much to do For the thing about Miss Breast is that – she is not one, but two! Two amazing souls that respond so kindly to his touch It’s a wonder he can break away, he loves them both so much He must engage all: hands and mouth and tongue to let them know Just how much he misses them when at last he has to go His next stop though, is the one that he holds so very dear He speaks to the heart and soul of Me through the wonderful Miss Ear And while he whispers words of love and tender promises He does not forget to give Miss Neck her well deserved kisses Kisses spread from neck to ear until he finds Miss Mouth It’s just the kind of kiss that poets forever write about Then there is a collective hush as the entire landscape sighs And he begins to move between her slowly parting thighs Where Miss Divine is waiting – eager now for him For he’s the only one this Goddess will be letting in. ---quoted from Fargyll Queen The land of Me is beautiful - there is so much to see
He awakens there one day and begins to wander free
He takes in the landscape, noting the valleys and the hills
He simply can’t imagine how he could ever get his fill

Not wanting to waste time merely gazing at the scene
He must figure out who will be the first he’ll see
He decides to see Miss Calf- she is sweet - if fidgety
She is almost - but not quite - as ticklish as Miss Knee
He greets her with a gentle touch and asks how she has been
She answers with a quiver that speaks of missing him
He whispers of returning but for now continues on
There’s so much to be seen here, so much to be done

He then stops in to call on the decadent Miss Thigh
Smooth and sultry she is more than pleasing to the eye
And to the hands and mouth as well - if he tells the honest truth
Just watch him as he touches her - you’ll need no further proof
His eyes are closed, his heart beats hard; there’s almost nothing he wants more
Well, maybe perhaps there is one thing, that he still has in store
As much as he would like to stay, he knows he has to go
But he’ll be back, yes - back quite soon - if you really need to know

And although there is a stunning lady really very close
He moves farther on - much farther - this man already knows
Miss Thigh’s delicious neighbor won’t take visitors until he
Has paid homage to all who reside in the lovely land of Me

So he crosses the great flat plains until he comes upon the hills
The glorious peaks where yet another beautiful lady dwells
Miss Breast is next for him to see, and there will be so much to do
For the thing about Miss Breast is that – she is not one, but two!
Two amazing souls that respond so kindly to his touch
It’s a wonder he can break away, he loves them both so much
He must engage all: hands and mouth and tongue to let them know
Just how much he misses them when at last he has to go

His next stop though, is the one that he holds so very dear
He speaks to the heart and soul of Me through the wonderful Miss Ear
And while he whispers words of love and tender promises
He does not forget to give Miss Neck her well deserved kisses
Kisses spread from neck to ear until he finds Miss Mouth
It’s just the kind of kiss that poets forever write about

Then there is a collective hush as the entire landscape sighs
And he begins to move between her slowly parting thighs
Where Miss Divine is waiting – eager now for him
For he’s the only one this Goddess will be letting in.

---quoted from Fargyll Queen ]]> dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1445-The-Land-of-Me The Coupling Of Passion And Erotic Lusts https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1442-The-Coupling-Of-Passion-And-Erotic-Lusts Mon, 10 Oct 2011 08:31:58 GMT A touch of skin soft and slippery, With the hint of hint of sweat. We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets, As the wind flowed from the window above us. Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance, To abandon all of our uncertainties. You began your work on my lips, Probing gently as if drawing ***, From a deep well of longing and need. Then heated tongues met in the midst, Of hot and quickening breath. And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts. Then intoxicated with those spirits, Our clothes found resting place on the floor. Piece by piece, Until there were no hiding places, For the two glistening and wanting bodies. Hunger revealed in this hot moment. Then skin meshed with skin, As the floor became the stage. You moved atop of me easily, And lowered yourself gently. Kissing me as I was filled with you. As a gasp broke the kiss, Your hands stroked the stray strands, Away from my forehead, then became entangled. Our slow rhythm gave way, To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion, As I arched my body for your comfort, And you threw me into ecstasy, With the strength of your blows. You left me screaming and soaked, In oblivion again and again, As you growled my name from the back of your throat, And our bodies both demanded more, Each giving to the other, High on the fluids of foreign substance. I grasped, then released you, Grasped then released you, In effort to relieve you of your control. The taste of your skin between my lips, Was like no other. To hear your cry of mercy, When my teeth met your warm skin, Was more breathtaking than you knew. Yet I still released the control to you. As you wound your hands in my hair, And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut, You moved with one final and breaking blow, Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss, Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries. I welcomed the weight of you to crush me, As you collapsed on top of me, Still hot and burning, And I glowing like an ember, Casting a welcome light, Should you seek my gifts again. -- Temptress A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing ***,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found resting place on the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
As the floor became the stage.
You moved atop of me easily,
And lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
As I arched my body for your comfort,
And you threw me into ecstasy,
With the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
I grasped, then released you,
Grasped then released you,
In effort to relieve you of your control.
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin,
Was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to you.
As you wound your hands in my hair,
And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,
You moved with one final and breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,
As you collapsed on top of me,
Still hot and burning,
And I glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should you seek my gifts again.


-- Temptress ]]> dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1442-The-Coupling-Of-Passion-And-Erotic-Lusts For the Good Times https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1441-For-the-Good-Times Mon, 10 Oct 2011 07:45:21 GMT (just singing a song )


Don't look so sad
I know it's over
But life goes on
And this old world
Will keep on turning
Let's just be glad
We had some time to spend together
There's no need to watch the bridges
That we're burning

Lay your head,
Upon my pillow
Hold your warm and tender body
Close to mine
Hear the whisper of the raindrops
Blowing soft, against the window
And make believe you love me,
One more time,
For the good times

I'll get along
You'll find another
And I'll be here
If you should find,
You ever need me
Don't say a word
About tomorrow, or forever
There'll be time enough for sadness
When you leave me...

 ]]> dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1441-For-the-Good-Times <![CDATA[It's Gonna be a Long Road Ahead...]]> https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1439-It-s-Gonna-be-a-Long-Road-Ahead Sun, 09 Oct 2011 08:17:26 GMT
Dearest,

There's always an end for all beginnings. This one's we've got has almost come to an end. I can see the end of the road now and there's no turning back.

It was a sweet walk, short but sweet.This is where we end, this is how we part. Your road's not going to be my road anymore.

It's time to take a new road where new beginnings begin.No one knows for sure how this road ends.Only this heart in me knows that this road we once had will always be carved in my memories and will still be there for always.

I can see sunsets now. They are indeed a marvelous thing of beauty, let's enjoy them while they last. They are just a splendid reminder that another day is done, another road has ended. Yet, just like the road's ending, it promises yet another beginning.

I am sorry for all the heartaches but I guess I have to go...It was never meant to be and I guess, perhaps, it'll never be meant to be. I am sorry.

I love you always- two weeks after forever.


MDT
]]> dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1439-It-s-Gonna-be-a-Long-Road-Ahead Crystal Realities https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1433-Crystal-Realities Thu, 06 Oct 2011 14:51:57 GMT how much do i love you? i have a pretty guess that you know how much do you love me? beyond measure, beyond the sea talk about leaving, coming home to stay early devastation, winter here before it comes wounds been cut, a heart bleeds my heart, my wounds, agony a starting sunsets will never be ever as inspired majestic tapestry in the skies red, yellow, hues of orange yonder perhaps a thin haze of verdant strip a heavenly reminder high above and beyond like love that is mine, ours, and yonder what will become of me then? i have a pretty good guess that i know not a probability, but a certainty this bleeding heart has enough blood to shed for a few handfuls like love left enough to hold in my old hands these tears, salty enough and burning like acid, these eyes are blurry yet, reality is crystal clear and the message the sunsets write upon crimson skies up high, the love that was the love that is, the love that will be.. our love we shared, was real, the touch we held dear, was warm and passionate i do not accept defeat, this is not fate a conscious choice been made too scared for a leap of belief that love is life..life is love.. you are all i ever would want to be in my lifetimes..and death times.. always and forever..i love you.. ---how can i not love you? the poet in you is burning with love. is it because of me? or has it always been there in you all along? how much do i love you?
i have a pretty guess that you know
how much do you love me?
beyond measure, beyond the sea
talk about leaving, coming home to stay
early devastation, winter here before it comes
wounds been cut, a heart bleeds
my heart, my wounds, agony a starting
sunsets will never be ever as inspired
majestic tapestry in the skies
red, yellow, hues of orange yonder
perhaps a thin haze of verdant strip
a heavenly reminder high above and beyond
like love that is mine, ours, and yonder
what will become of me then?
i have a pretty good guess that i know
not a probability, but a certainty
this bleeding heart has enough
blood to shed for a few handfuls
like love left enough to hold in my old hands
these tears, salty enough and
burning like acid, these eyes are blurry
yet, reality is crystal clear and
the message the sunsets write upon
crimson skies up high, the love that was
the love that is, the love that will be..
our love we shared, was real, the touch we
held dear, was warm and passionate
i do not accept defeat, this is not fate
a conscious choice been made
too scared for a leap of belief
that love is life..life is love..
you are all i ever would want to be
in my lifetimes..and death times..
always and forever..i love you..

---how can i not love you? the poet in you is burning with love. is it because of me? or has it always been there in you all along? ]]> dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1433-Crystal-Realities a cave https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1403-a-cave Wed, 21 Sep 2011 17:31:53 GMT a cave have u ever been in a cave?heard ur voice echo back? all that come is a hollow mocking echo it is the same as loving you since i can not have you.. all i have is an echo yes you love me i know and feel that you put ur life at risk in doing so as the day runs its course into the sunset please always remember my love for you will always be....forever collection 52110 a cave

have u ever been in a cave?heard ur voice echo back?
all that come is a hollow mocking echo


it is the same as loving you
since i can not have you..


all i have is an echo


yes you love me


i know and feel that
you put ur life at risk in doing so


as the day runs its course into the sunset
please always remember my love for you
will always be....forever

collection 52110 ]]> dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1403-a-cave You Are My Sun https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1402-You-Are-My-Sun Wed, 21 Sep 2011 17:28:40 GMT Another piece of his poetic genius... You Are My Sun you gladdened my heart like a sunrise you adorned my life with the spectrum of sunset our love is like the sun that rises in the east and sets in the west faithfully each day ill abide by the power of our love no wedding rings nor pieces of paper no tinge of guilt nor remorse for i know and feel in all honesty let me speak a bare truth i will love you now and always forever..till the ends of time collection...160610 Another piece of his poetic genius...

You Are My Sun

you gladdened my heart like a sunrise
you adorned my life with the spectrum of sunset
our love is like the sun that rises in the east
and sets in the west faithfully each day

ill abide by the power of our love
no wedding rings nor pieces of paper
no tinge of guilt nor remorse
for i know and feel in all honesty
let me speak a bare truth

i will love you now and always
forever..till the ends of time

collection...160610 ]]> dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1402-You-Are-My-Sun Of Tears Wine and a Loaded Gun https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1396-Of-Tears-Wine-and-a-Loaded-Gun Sun, 18 Sep 2011 18:30:03 GMT Love does make one a poet or a criminal- to the extreme! Just want to post a poem he wrote for me when those extreme moments almost mean an end. _* Of Tears Wine and a Loaded Gun*_ I sit here alone and confused in the deafening silence I hear the screams and cries these words you type pierce my soul Salty tears flowing on my cheeks soaking my skin, some falling upon a glass half full of amber truth In the hope of numbing the hurts and pain Beside the mouse, piece of iron Inviting, mocking.. and taunting you and I know.. as the rains blow upon the window this is madness.. its crazy Love makes the ordinary become poetry Pain and hurts.. rain and tears Wine and a loaded gun an evening we will always remember by ---21511 Love does make one a poet or a criminal- to the extreme!

Just want to post a poem he wrote for me when those extreme moments almost mean an end.

Of Tears Wine and a Loaded Gun

I sit here alone and confused
in the deafening silence
I hear the screams and cries
these words you type pierce my soul

Salty tears flowing on my cheeks
soaking my skin, some falling upon a glass
half full of amber truth
In the hope of numbing the hurts and pain

Beside the mouse, piece of iron
Inviting, mocking.. and taunting
you and I know..
as the rains blow upon the window
this is madness.. its crazy

Love makes the ordinary become poetry
Pain and hurts.. rain and tears
Wine and a loaded gun
an evening we will always remember by


---21511 ]]> dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1396-Of-Tears-Wine-and-a-Loaded-Gun I know him so well... or maybe not :( https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1356-I-know-him-so-well-or-maybe-not-%28 Sat, 20 Aug 2011 11:13:17 GMT I don't know, I guess it really takes a life time to know someone so well, a lot of love to accept, and a huge courage to fight for someone you truly love. Sigh! love is such a melodic theme of "hellos and goodbyes". I feel like singing these sad lines for him tonight...

"No-one in your life is with you constantly,
No-one is completely on your side,
And though I'd move my world to be with him,
Still the gap between us is too wide,

But in the end,
He needs a little bit
More than me,
More security,
He needs his fantasy and freedom,
I know him so well,
It took time to understand him..."

I Know Him So Well Whitney Houston+Lyrics - YouTube ]]> dearlabe https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1356-I-know-him-so-well-or-maybe-not-%28