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November 6, 2012
Your Grace
Lord help me to know not to yearn for that which I have not yet gained,
or ponder on that which I have lost;
But may I know always that I can yield so much more with that which you have allowed me to keep-
Recounting in my constant gratitude to you how it is only your mercies that grant me the grace to measure.
S’ede Alonge © 2011
or ponder on that which I have lost;
But may I know always that I can yield so much more with that which you have allowed me to keep-
Recounting in my constant gratitude to you how it is only your mercies that grant me the grace to measure.
S’ede Alonge © 2011
Love Me Gently
Tell me a sweet lie instead if I cannot get the bitter truth from you;
A lie to keep me alive beats this hell of passion consuming me.
Tell me a lie and when I regain sanity, I will sieve truth from it;
But I can only do this if you first allow me be a while in this madness that shuffles my head, but leaves my heart healthy!
© Sede Alonge 2010
A lie to keep me alive beats this hell of passion consuming me.
Tell me a lie and when I regain sanity, I will sieve truth from it;
But I can only do this if you first allow me be a while in this madness that shuffles my head, but leaves my heart healthy!
© Sede Alonge 2010
November 5, 2012
STILL
Say I told you all about me as I think I know me as you always want me to-
would you love me still?
Or would you think me unworthy as even I sometimes do?
Say I opened up freely to you as flower petals do bees- would you judge me by my decisions and see me as though I were less of the perfect image you’d captured in your head?
Or would you take me like I do, less or more, yet still me?
Say I stopped being all sweetness and light to you- would you love me still? Or would you think me a farce as even I sometimes think?
Say I laid bare all my fears and insecurities as I sometimes feel- would you term me weak or shallow, less of the pillar of strength you’d envisaged your better half to be?
Or would you see me as I do, an imperfect half needing another half to make a near perfect whole?
Say I spoke the truth always, stripped of sensitivity and stark as light- would you love me still?
Or would you think me harsh as even I sometimes feel?
Say I spoke truthfully and revealed the effort it is being invariably pleasing sometimes- would you think me as fickle, thermostatic and unworthy of your understanding?
Or would you see me as I do, emotionally panoramic and humanly flawed- only trying to master spirit over flesh?
Say I was eighty and no longer sexy- would you love me still?
Or would your picture of me remain retro, frozen in a timeless frame of youthful beauty?
Say I was all wrinkly and flabby, boobs near slings, scents lost in smells- would you see me as unpleasing?
Or would you see me as I would, richer for the times you told yourself you wouldn’t change the experiences for new parts, if every wish were a dime?
Say we agree that ours is a love like the albatrosses- mates for life, loving/hating the kindness/cruelty of time; choosing each other again and again if we had to and remaining ours always- would that suffice to keep you loving me and me loving you?
And would we agree to let love just be what it is: sweetness and hurt, whatever opposites there may be, and just love and love and love and live as it is meant to be done?
Still?
S’ede Alonge © 2011
would you love me still?
Or would you think me unworthy as even I sometimes do?
Say I opened up freely to you as flower petals do bees- would you judge me by my decisions and see me as though I were less of the perfect image you’d captured in your head?
Or would you take me like I do, less or more, yet still me?
Say I stopped being all sweetness and light to you- would you love me still? Or would you think me a farce as even I sometimes think?
Say I laid bare all my fears and insecurities as I sometimes feel- would you term me weak or shallow, less of the pillar of strength you’d envisaged your better half to be?
Or would you see me as I do, an imperfect half needing another half to make a near perfect whole?
Say I spoke the truth always, stripped of sensitivity and stark as light- would you love me still?
Or would you think me harsh as even I sometimes feel?
Say I spoke truthfully and revealed the effort it is being invariably pleasing sometimes- would you think me as fickle, thermostatic and unworthy of your understanding?
Or would you see me as I do, emotionally panoramic and humanly flawed- only trying to master spirit over flesh?
Say I was eighty and no longer sexy- would you love me still?
Or would your picture of me remain retro, frozen in a timeless frame of youthful beauty?
Say I was all wrinkly and flabby, boobs near slings, scents lost in smells- would you see me as unpleasing?
Or would you see me as I would, richer for the times you told yourself you wouldn’t change the experiences for new parts, if every wish were a dime?
Say we agree that ours is a love like the albatrosses- mates for life, loving/hating the kindness/cruelty of time; choosing each other again and again if we had to and remaining ours always- would that suffice to keep you loving me and me loving you?
And would we agree to let love just be what it is: sweetness and hurt, whatever opposites there may be, and just love and love and love and live as it is meant to be done?
Still?
S’ede Alonge © 2011
November 4, 2012
Old Woman
In your face
I see time and its passages;
engraved in your hands-
I see gnarled veins of memories;
Your rheumy eyes a mirror
reflecting pains of times gone.
How many babies has those withered arms borne?
Or these flabby breasts fed?
In your face,
I see...
I see...
ME!
Copyright 1999 S'ede Alonge
I see time and its passages;
engraved in your hands-
I see gnarled veins of memories;
Your rheumy eyes a mirror
reflecting pains of times gone.
How many babies has those withered arms borne?
Or these flabby breasts fed?
In your face,
I see...
I see...
ME!
Copyright 1999 S'ede Alonge
Who?
i am a woman
i am who God wants me to be
i am the one who lives to fulfill my destiny
i am a woman
i will not be a stereotype of the world
i am the one who, whatever the storm, remains bold
i am a woman
i am an embodiment of beauty
i am the one who loves life, but not shrouded in vanity
i am a woman
i love hard, play hard, cry in torrents when hurt
i am the one who laughs still, even when doors seem shut
i am a woman
i will not be defined by my mistakes or judgment
i am the one who remembers i live as much as now will permit
i am a woman
i am ready to try, ready to succeed, unafraid to fail;
i am the one who knows that to acheive, i need to set sail
i am a woman
i may not be where i'd like to be
i am the one who will not go back to where i have been
i am a woman
i am weak, i am strong, i allow myself to feel
i am the one whose strength is sourced from Him who says: "Peace, be still"
i am a woman
i am God's incarnate
i will be still.
Copyright 2010 S'ede Alonge
i am who God wants me to be
i am the one who lives to fulfill my destiny
i am a woman
i will not be a stereotype of the world
i am the one who, whatever the storm, remains bold
i am a woman
i am an embodiment of beauty
i am the one who loves life, but not shrouded in vanity
i am a woman
i love hard, play hard, cry in torrents when hurt
i am the one who laughs still, even when doors seem shut
i am a woman
i will not be defined by my mistakes or judgment
i am the one who remembers i live as much as now will permit
i am a woman
i am ready to try, ready to succeed, unafraid to fail;
i am the one who knows that to acheive, i need to set sail
i am a woman
i may not be where i'd like to be
i am the one who will not go back to where i have been
i am a woman
i am weak, i am strong, i allow myself to feel
i am the one whose strength is sourced from Him who says: "Peace, be still"
i am a woman
i am God's incarnate
i will be still.
Copyright 2010 S'ede Alonge
