Post by Dani on Dec 3, 2015 2:34:56 GMT 8
Hi all once again, now I was sure at one time I had these here. With my memory being an off/on faulty place, who knows. 
So I will place some old and some new, and may be recognized as existing in one of those 'other' transgender worlds.
Her Unveiling
Casting stars upon my walls.
Each a story from previous falls.
I look inside to see what is there.
I tumbled and fell, knowing all was just bare.
Pain in the memory, a room all in black.
Giving all of my effort to just never look back.
Clarity comes as islands, then drifts out of sight.
It seems harsh and glaring, never feeling quite right.
The answers come slowly like a gentle sweet breeze.
Filling my mind with a much needed ease.
A new question addressed, a new question solved.
It hurts at times to really stay involved.
A dance in the night.
Can resolve my own fright.
A dance with the one.
Who is beholden to none.
This partner is new, I've not met her before.
Her past has been buried, but I want to know more.
Polish this gem and handle with care.
Her price is so great like anything so rare.
I now turn off the light in my room that was once black.
My walls now becoming like diamonds.
I will never ever turn and go back.
Dani
Your Soothing Way
So many that allow words to do their biting.
Coarse deeds given all to freely, with aims like snipers.
Venting long steeped poisons, held within far too long.
Moving from target to target, their only method of release.
I've grown up hard so I'm mostly immune.
Once in awhile, I'm vulnerable, and then I get bitten.
A word unseen slips through an armor cracked.
I keep my pain deep inside, my gaze stays unchanged.
At last I'm home, my world within.
The door divides world from world.
A tight sigh laden deep with tension, escapes in bursts.
Restraint keeps them unnoticed and unheard.
Clothes slide away and drop to the floor.
Tiredness and tightness prevent anymore.
I quietly and stealthily enter my bed.
I lay on my side in a tight little ball.
Quivers of muscle betray my day.
Gently oh so gently I feel your hand, come to rest on my waist.
Your cheek on my shoulder, your breath on my neck.
The sound that you make is that of a cat.
A purr in your throat, vibrates this way and that.
With each new breath my worries dissolve.
Only to be replaced with a calmer resolve.
You soothe my inner nature, your ways are so nice.
Your touch is my healing, like music played just right.
You ignite my spirit with your own personal light.
I turn for the chance to see your pretty face.
The eyes that say yes, for me and me alone.
But I find that my bed is empty, its just me and me alone.
Someday we will meet, of this I am sure.
We are both on a journey towards each other, of this I am sure.
Dani
A Song To Kill
I know the strings to press.
That form chords meant to depress.
The very first string of vibrational tone.
Says I'm about to leave my safety zone.
Each new string are signs on my well worn road.
Telling the tale, I've left the security of my sweet abode.
As one blends right into the next.
A deepening sorrow begins to grab by the neck.
Squeezing out hope and replacing with dispair.
I gasp a breath to try to get air.
Further and further down this dark lonely path.
Passing more and more chances to escape my own wrath.
Why go down a route as destructive as this?
I know this one better than toward any true bliss.
I come to that inevitable and deadliest of cliff.
And remember another distant and dim riff.
So with a movement of strength, I mute these strings.
To return to a song that life always brings.
Music for soul, sounds that inspire.
Ones that never fail to bring oneself higher.
Dani
Light Through The Window
Light is changing, a fresh season is near.
The color is making that subtle shift.
Movement in spectrum, from pale to beginnings of red.
Light shines through drifting thoughts held within my head.
Eyes have an ever changing palette, allowing me to hear.
Morning is here and the time for renewal is ours.
Hope and gladness seep in, replacing the fears of night.
Sparks of plans dance through the mind.
How and what might I accomplish, which is mine by right.
As each new day arrives, old ways erode.
Only to be replaced with treasures just waiting to behold.
Clarity of self, clarity of mind, clarity of purpose is solely to be mine.
Do I play this mental movie only to discard it like a glance?
Or do I learn new steps in a fascinating new dance?
Choices are ours and ours alone, to walk a new road and turn a new stone.
These rays through the window ignite excitement beyond belief.
Even with our intrusion does nature give up?
No, she sees new methods to accomplish her relief.
So I look through this window, and see reflections of me.
Wonderment abounds when no limits are set.
This light will be as fuel, to propel destinies not yet met.
All this given completely for free.
What is mine can be yours, what is yours can be mine.
We are here for the sharing, we are here for each others gift.
Let us do what we can and never cause rift.
Beauty is our key for unlocking the door.
It streams into our mind, to say 'yes', let us do more.
Dani
Staring Into Imperfection
I am oh so practiced, complete in every way.
My rule of thumb was to see to this each and every day.
I have heard their words come from all around.
Their objectivity comes easily, too easily I have found.
For I and I alone know that truth is plain to see.
Why cant they just agree and let me be.
I've studied the things that lead me to this.
It feels like staring into a great abyss.
Is honesty such a large thing to ask?
Taking defect by defect and just try staying on task?
I wonder and wonder how this cannot be true.
To be seen by at least maybe a few.
The mirror mirror on the wall, what a stupid stupid little tale.
Who needs a lie, I know my own trail.
A fact is a fact and its plain to see.
So just leave me alone and leave me be.
One day though I cracked and something showed thru.
Self condidence arrived allowing me to be true.
Dignity came soon after following right on her heels.
My focus was shifted riding on beautiful new wheels.
They gleamed and they sparkled as they drove towards the light.
Until I looked more and more towards what I think may be right.
Now dont get me wrong I'm not living in a dream.
I'm only dipping my toes into a fresh new stream.
Happy now am I having the ability to see.
All the imperfections that are mine, just means it is me.
So when you think all are wrong, and I know this is scary as can be.
Do whatever it takes to crack open your shell, and see for yourself what its like to be free.
Dani
Tint
Like limo's traveling quietly by.
We were once the same and I think I know why.
Separation through privacy from inside but not out.
I say this so quietly, in an extremely loud shout.
I tinted my own window to such a degree.
So the person I was not I could not even see.
Pictures I had painted to make me look grand.
If held slides thru fingers like fine sifted sand.
These things arn't for you, there only for me.
To give me a framework, a thing I can see.
This structure I've built stands strong and aright.
But if looked at to close there is nothing in sight.
If minds eye is given free license to roam.
The notion is clear it has no real home.
Made without substance, made without base.
I knew I was not part of any human race.
If travel went further into my attic.
Only one thing is for sure, and this word is called panic.
Blackest of black,where nothing comes back.
One tiny step forward means derailing off my track.
Its not that kind of place to go only till done.
This is the place one can never ever return from.
If you think that you know the real meaning of true fear.
I'll say this now and try to be clear.
Step onto the doormat of insanity's home.
Peer into my history, and walk in all alone.
These days this happens rarely and for this I am glad.
Many new things are here to be had.
I'm furnishing my mind with things that are real.
The cards that I'm holding are from a fresh new deal.
The tint that kept me safe from my own empty mind.
I'm slowly scraping away and leaving it behind.
Only once in a great while do I see that old self.
Then I try real hard and put him back on the shelf.
Dani
New
Whispers From The Broken
Seeds of hope begin their journey.
Telling me there is no need for worry.
Pushing from depth saying no, don't hurry.
Rising toward light made clean by its purity.
Laughter breaks forth causing total surprise.
Never before been allowed to arise.
This is new this is good no reason to disguise.
As it is made from those things that no one should dispise.
Even though no one knows what watered that seed.
People around me they look and they stare, lost only in greed.
A greed for the thing they most really need.
A need for their own precious little seed.
Rather than looking to simple and just saying hello.
They look to each other like all who live down below.
Starved but fat creatures, dressed with no glow.
Using speech that could never make anything grow.
These are the whispers so quiet and sleek.
Used over and over like knives on the meek.
Loving only the blood that drips from their beak.
Their smiles speak volumes as they look from their peak.
Now comes that seed whose sleep has been woken.
The one who can break those whispers from the broken.
Dani
So I will place some old and some new, and may be recognized as existing in one of those 'other' transgender worlds.Her Unveiling
Casting stars upon my walls.
Each a story from previous falls.
I look inside to see what is there.
I tumbled and fell, knowing all was just bare.
Pain in the memory, a room all in black.
Giving all of my effort to just never look back.
Clarity comes as islands, then drifts out of sight.
It seems harsh and glaring, never feeling quite right.
The answers come slowly like a gentle sweet breeze.
Filling my mind with a much needed ease.
A new question addressed, a new question solved.
It hurts at times to really stay involved.
A dance in the night.
Can resolve my own fright.
A dance with the one.
Who is beholden to none.
This partner is new, I've not met her before.
Her past has been buried, but I want to know more.
Polish this gem and handle with care.
Her price is so great like anything so rare.
I now turn off the light in my room that was once black.
My walls now becoming like diamonds.
I will never ever turn and go back.
Dani
Your Soothing Way
So many that allow words to do their biting.
Coarse deeds given all to freely, with aims like snipers.
Venting long steeped poisons, held within far too long.
Moving from target to target, their only method of release.
I've grown up hard so I'm mostly immune.
Once in awhile, I'm vulnerable, and then I get bitten.
A word unseen slips through an armor cracked.
I keep my pain deep inside, my gaze stays unchanged.
At last I'm home, my world within.
The door divides world from world.
A tight sigh laden deep with tension, escapes in bursts.
Restraint keeps them unnoticed and unheard.
Clothes slide away and drop to the floor.
Tiredness and tightness prevent anymore.
I quietly and stealthily enter my bed.
I lay on my side in a tight little ball.
Quivers of muscle betray my day.
Gently oh so gently I feel your hand, come to rest on my waist.
Your cheek on my shoulder, your breath on my neck.
The sound that you make is that of a cat.
A purr in your throat, vibrates this way and that.
With each new breath my worries dissolve.
Only to be replaced with a calmer resolve.
You soothe my inner nature, your ways are so nice.
Your touch is my healing, like music played just right.
You ignite my spirit with your own personal light.
I turn for the chance to see your pretty face.
The eyes that say yes, for me and me alone.
But I find that my bed is empty, its just me and me alone.
Someday we will meet, of this I am sure.
We are both on a journey towards each other, of this I am sure.
Dani
A Song To Kill
I know the strings to press.
That form chords meant to depress.
The very first string of vibrational tone.
Says I'm about to leave my safety zone.
Each new string are signs on my well worn road.
Telling the tale, I've left the security of my sweet abode.
As one blends right into the next.
A deepening sorrow begins to grab by the neck.
Squeezing out hope and replacing with dispair.
I gasp a breath to try to get air.
Further and further down this dark lonely path.
Passing more and more chances to escape my own wrath.
Why go down a route as destructive as this?
I know this one better than toward any true bliss.
I come to that inevitable and deadliest of cliff.
And remember another distant and dim riff.
So with a movement of strength, I mute these strings.
To return to a song that life always brings.
Music for soul, sounds that inspire.
Ones that never fail to bring oneself higher.
Dani
Light Through The Window
Light is changing, a fresh season is near.
The color is making that subtle shift.
Movement in spectrum, from pale to beginnings of red.
Light shines through drifting thoughts held within my head.
Eyes have an ever changing palette, allowing me to hear.
Morning is here and the time for renewal is ours.
Hope and gladness seep in, replacing the fears of night.
Sparks of plans dance through the mind.
How and what might I accomplish, which is mine by right.
As each new day arrives, old ways erode.
Only to be replaced with treasures just waiting to behold.
Clarity of self, clarity of mind, clarity of purpose is solely to be mine.
Do I play this mental movie only to discard it like a glance?
Or do I learn new steps in a fascinating new dance?
Choices are ours and ours alone, to walk a new road and turn a new stone.
These rays through the window ignite excitement beyond belief.
Even with our intrusion does nature give up?
No, she sees new methods to accomplish her relief.
So I look through this window, and see reflections of me.
Wonderment abounds when no limits are set.
This light will be as fuel, to propel destinies not yet met.
All this given completely for free.
What is mine can be yours, what is yours can be mine.
We are here for the sharing, we are here for each others gift.
Let us do what we can and never cause rift.
Beauty is our key for unlocking the door.
It streams into our mind, to say 'yes', let us do more.
Dani
Staring Into Imperfection
I am oh so practiced, complete in every way.
My rule of thumb was to see to this each and every day.
I have heard their words come from all around.
Their objectivity comes easily, too easily I have found.
For I and I alone know that truth is plain to see.
Why cant they just agree and let me be.
I've studied the things that lead me to this.
It feels like staring into a great abyss.
Is honesty such a large thing to ask?
Taking defect by defect and just try staying on task?
I wonder and wonder how this cannot be true.
To be seen by at least maybe a few.
The mirror mirror on the wall, what a stupid stupid little tale.
Who needs a lie, I know my own trail.
A fact is a fact and its plain to see.
So just leave me alone and leave me be.
One day though I cracked and something showed thru.
Self condidence arrived allowing me to be true.
Dignity came soon after following right on her heels.
My focus was shifted riding on beautiful new wheels.
They gleamed and they sparkled as they drove towards the light.
Until I looked more and more towards what I think may be right.
Now dont get me wrong I'm not living in a dream.
I'm only dipping my toes into a fresh new stream.
Happy now am I having the ability to see.
All the imperfections that are mine, just means it is me.
So when you think all are wrong, and I know this is scary as can be.
Do whatever it takes to crack open your shell, and see for yourself what its like to be free.
Dani
Tint
Like limo's traveling quietly by.
We were once the same and I think I know why.
Separation through privacy from inside but not out.
I say this so quietly, in an extremely loud shout.
I tinted my own window to such a degree.
So the person I was not I could not even see.
Pictures I had painted to make me look grand.
If held slides thru fingers like fine sifted sand.
These things arn't for you, there only for me.
To give me a framework, a thing I can see.
This structure I've built stands strong and aright.
But if looked at to close there is nothing in sight.
If minds eye is given free license to roam.
The notion is clear it has no real home.
Made without substance, made without base.
I knew I was not part of any human race.
If travel went further into my attic.
Only one thing is for sure, and this word is called panic.
Blackest of black,where nothing comes back.
One tiny step forward means derailing off my track.
Its not that kind of place to go only till done.
This is the place one can never ever return from.
If you think that you know the real meaning of true fear.
I'll say this now and try to be clear.
Step onto the doormat of insanity's home.
Peer into my history, and walk in all alone.
These days this happens rarely and for this I am glad.
Many new things are here to be had.
I'm furnishing my mind with things that are real.
The cards that I'm holding are from a fresh new deal.
The tint that kept me safe from my own empty mind.
I'm slowly scraping away and leaving it behind.
Only once in a great while do I see that old self.
Then I try real hard and put him back on the shelf.
Dani
New
Whispers From The Broken
Seeds of hope begin their journey.
Telling me there is no need for worry.
Pushing from depth saying no, don't hurry.
Rising toward light made clean by its purity.
Laughter breaks forth causing total surprise.
Never before been allowed to arise.
This is new this is good no reason to disguise.
As it is made from those things that no one should dispise.
Even though no one knows what watered that seed.
People around me they look and they stare, lost only in greed.
A greed for the thing they most really need.
A need for their own precious little seed.
Rather than looking to simple and just saying hello.
They look to each other like all who live down below.
Starved but fat creatures, dressed with no glow.
Using speech that could never make anything grow.
These are the whispers so quiet and sleek.
Used over and over like knives on the meek.
Loving only the blood that drips from their beak.
Their smiles speak volumes as they look from their peak.
Now comes that seed whose sleep has been woken.
The one who can break those whispers from the broken.
Dani