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Artistic Photos - by a friend

2007-05-06T11:18:00.000+08:00

So, my friend is doing a photography course, having discovered he has a 'very' natural talent for it. One hopes he will do great things.

I have posed for some shots over time, here are a few. I think they are worth adding to my creative blog - as they are creative, and I am the subject.

If you would like to see more of his photos - go here.

Postsecret Pick

2007-04-30T10:59:00.000+08:00

Poems - A poem with no name

2007-02-09T19:06:00.000+09:00

I'd like to take you for a walk
At night when the moon is out
And in the darkness open your eyes
To explain what life is about

Sit with me underneath the stars
A blanket woven in light
We won't keep warm but the cold will cause
Our arms to hug each other tight

I'd like to slumber in this sea
To fall in apathy
But oh my bones feel so heavy
And my mind fails to pull free

Ive cried so many times before
Ive drunk too much to see
If only to expell the thoughts
The pain inside of me

I care no more for your deceit
But for your memory
Has broken all sweet dreams
That I kept for me

Inside my mind
Forever your torment burns
I see those eyes, where tears do swell
And feel the pain, that I did tell

Dispose of past
All memory
Oh please dispose of me

I cannot stand to reminisce
I cannot stand to be

So walk with me under the stars
Lets walk alone tonight
I'll hold you forever in my arms
And close our eyes to the light.

By Hilary

Love Poems - Fire

2006-11-21T13:10:00.000+08:00

Your lips so soft,
Your eyes reflecting mine
That on your sweet kisses
Tonight I wish to dine.

I wonder what has brought you here
To find me at this time
When finally I feel as if
My life is truly mine

That tender flesh that once did burn
Of ivory so clear
With scars that you wish to hide
That make me pull you near

You long to play the part
To talk and follow suit
But behind the curtain
There is some different proof

In the writer and the muse
There is more than meets the eye
For underneath the surface
There is much to be decried

But I hope we meet the mark
And fuel this fervent spark
Of lovers burning fire
Where I find desire

Sweet dreams and fantasies
That made others shake
In you I feel the opportunity
Of reality to make

So hold me close and be true
Lets enjoy each day
And in the night we find
Our guiding light
Of passion while we play.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Poetry

2006-11-21T12:51:00.000+08:00

You still inspire me to write poems,
Though the time has passed for romance and love.
Often I wish to pour, emotion, frustration,
Words longed to say,
Upon parchment
Ink flowing
But I just clench my fists and say
"No more"

For in those eyes,
You are a shell,
Of a man I once adored,
And I no longer wish to tell
The world
That love once lost
Should be abhorred.

But in private I might write
Lines to mark my heart
The mind still plays
With thoughts that you
May redeem one heart

But I know
A spark has faded
Has forever died
And I am all the more content
To fall in love
With sweet thoughts, eyes
And smile
Of the others that fulfill
All that lacked before

But I know they never will
Fix what I abhor.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Stars

2006-08-26T10:45:00.000+08:00

Celestial Bodies
At times
Align, collide
Provide mere mortals
With paths
For our lives

Stars assign
A fate
So that I may
Make, the most
Of my time
Day by day
On this, small planet

But stars will
Part,
Mere mortals
Hearts
When drawn together
Is an ill fated sign

As star crossed lovers
In history pay testament
To heartache or death
Passion may lead

But would we choose
To meet under foreign skies
Forgo the pain that from
Great love, arise?

For the stars make us both
Enable our hearts
Draw us together
Yet pull us apart

In your eyes alone
Do I see my desires
Do I find my passions burn
That parted by stars
For you I still yearn

So celestial orbs
Put forward your might
For lovers take heart
And dare still to fight
In hope and in passion
That ill fated night
May be overcome
And make their love right.

By Hilary Wheaton

Poems - Words

2006-08-14T13:19:00.000+08:00

They say that
"Words will never hurt me"
But I doubt
For words can wound me
In a way
That violence could not dare
To boast

Often words can cut
Like glass shards
Across my skin
Like fingers down
A chalkboard
They make ears bleed
With the din

And oft I long to hear
Sweet words on offer
From you
A symbol after all
That you may
Still care

But absence
Silence
Strikes a chord
No sound shot
Like an arrow
To pierce my ear

Oh, and words decieve
As I remember
Whispered clear
Your promises
Now lay broken
Shattered my heart

Symbols all
They are
Drawn, designed
Delivered
Like "Letters"
All they announce
Is of a silent war
Between head and heart
Abandon arms
For I will talk no more.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Short - Memory

2006-07-19T21:59:00.000+08:00

In front of flying daggers
Eyes sat and stared
Transfixed and unprepared
For hearts to be hesitant
Baited breath, I sat and waited
Knowed not how to show
Hands unfolded
Tempted, stated intent
And then you held them
Read my mind
For I loved you
Glorious moment
Fingers went numb
But I would not have took them
Hold me longer, clasp again.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - ill

2006-07-17T17:09:00.000+08:00

Behind the curtain
Behind the stars
Behind the screen
Behind the glitter
Under the snow

There we find things
Best left unseen
That others may know
But it would be best if they
Don't show

Even now,
So long ago, I regret
That I asked and pulled back
The curtain
Unmasked
Something ugly

Oh my heart bleeds
Every moment, every second
When I remember the sickness
A body laid waste
When I heard those words
You spoke

But I didn't have to search
No I dared not look
But every trail
Leads back to those three
You took

A lie you told
Maybe to prevent my pain
But when I look
Into those eyes
I wonder
Which man you really are?

And now
All promises are broken
You are more lost than saved
More wicked then depraved
For letting me suffer
A lost idol, a lost heart

I am sickened
To know so many have taken pleasure
In you
And that sweet intimacy
Is lost

And now heart and mind
Has followed body
Abandon post
Fail to respond
No words exchanged
Softly spoken

I want to hear
I want to speak
To whisper to you
While you are near
Hear promises longed to keep

But mind
Body
Heart
Lies with another
And I am sick
That snow hides mud
And behind the curtain
The mighty Wizard
Was only a man
Who failed to catch
My star
When it fell.

By Hilary Wheaton

Poems - Seven Divine Virtues - Frenum (Abstinence) (I)

2006-07-12T12:27:00.000+08:00

A body to go hungry
A body to be denied
Each night still lasts the longest
For those that fail to satisfy

I bestow, award
Some value
To that which
I deny
But to indulge
Just steals
That for which
I try

Pure,
Untouched virgin
This body is a gift
Received, delivered
Sealed and stamped
With your kiss

A seal that shall be broken
By you
By one, alone
Receiving all as token
That in return
It's you I wish to own

Two bodies denied
Sweeter, valued
When at last they are
Devoured

For each share
'Break bread'
And wittness that first
Experience
In another
That is sacred

Abstinence
Thou art, a truly indulgent gift
For in your virtue alone
Lies the power
To make bread
Glorious to devour

And shared with those I love
The gratest gift instead.

By Hilary Wheaton

Poems - Elucidate

2006-07-07T10:00:00.000+08:00

There is a space
A sea of time and memory
Between you and me
We may have reached utopia
This is our 'no place'

I've tried so hard
And played your tunes
Watched you in the dark
Yet I still cannot discern
What is hidden in your heart

Have you truly forgotten
The magic, the moment
The flutter of the heart
Or the joy of playing
The perfect role
To you I gave the 'mentor' part

I wonder
Is it of no comfort to see
So much of you, inside of me
To share, to love
To be
Each takes
All parts of me

Once, I held you in my arms
Heard confessions, gave you charms
You opened your soul
In private, in trust
But now, as cold as stone
I cannot truly say
I know you

Frustration, Array
I'm all at a loss
Never knew the price I had to pay
If only I could understand
The thoughts and feelings
That flow through your mind and heart
Each day, and never planned

Maybe I would be content
To hear you simply say;
"I still think of you
Each minute, each moment
Day by day."

By Hilary Wheaton

Poems - Seven Deadly Sins - Invidia (Envy)

2006-07-04T11:38:00.000+08:00

Envy is a worm
Nestled in my brain
An ever present burning
That drives me insane

One cannot be content
Nor have peace of mind
When all the while
This worm, it burrows
Reminds me what's not mine

It coils, thin, convulsing body
Squeezes anger
But lacking hate
Offers little satisfaction
In any step I choose to take

Envy is a maggot
Swallowed,
Whole and plump
Seething in my stomach

Delights that I intake
The taste of sweet success
Or happiness,
Suffers to turn bitter
Fester, absess

Blind devouring creature
Cannot truly discern
What serves to feed it
Or for what I yearn

Envy is a foreign curse
Inflicted on the body
But no simple cause or cure
Can be remedied

The eyes, the heart, my ears detect
Will hurt, despise, repent, regret
And suffer to endure
As envy gains its daily bread

Envy,
If you have my heart's desire
If I am to be denied
Envy,
Be my supper
But only til
I am fulfilled
And truly satisfied.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Gentle Heart

2006-06-21T15:06:00.000+08:00

Dear heart you are my comfort
In you alone I share
A little joy and happiness
In moments of despair

Your soft and gentle nature
In me often stirs
Moments of reproach
Or sweet kisses for your face

In others I have seen
The mirror held up to me
They share my many flaws
That oft we end in claws

But you alone I wonder
How one comes to be
Like a child in this world
I find it hard to believe

Frustration that you do not see
Or feel the flaws
In me
And often I am left to wonder
What us two can be

Do you deserve a simple soul
No torment underneath
Who can share in all your joys
And drink to health and happiness?

Naïve at times you be
I doubt you think I am all
I only offer something that
You have not felt before

But we spend a time in passing
Warm our souls in winters midst
And passionate fire shall not consume
Us while we rest

I’ll show you the way I lost
I will not charge you any cost
But you choose to pay my fee
I wonder are you buying me
Or selling into slavery?

I hope I keep you safe
Safe from misery
But only time will tell
And I fear the cost
Will always be with me.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Old Shirt

2006-06-21T14:59:00.000+08:00

This tattered warn out relic
A faded copy of the new
Used to be the memory
Of you
In absence
Or for comfort
It was a part of you

Tactile, emotions offered
In touch, and smell
Sweet dreams
I often had
The product of this offering
Though twas requested
I’ll indulge fantasy and love

Smell
The oft forgotten sense
Til we are disgusted
Serves for babies and mothers
A scent of love and trust

I’ll endeavour to remember
To use this gift
And smell shall serve to offer me
You, yes you

And memories shall come flooding
Of sweet embraces numbered
Because this sense
In isolation will not serve
But is in tune with heart and mind

Though, this remanent grew ill favour
Of that there is a little doubt
Was discarded by the wayside
With pictures,
Was thrown out

In hopes the mind and heart
Would follow suit
And stop
Those memories from
Reforming
And cease this torture evermore.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Time and Space

2006-06-13T10:18:00.000+08:00

My love
I used to hear your voice
Loving, sensual, stern
Indignant
Flowing waves
Fluctuate
Shiver, vibrate
From lips
To delicate ears

But sound
Can only travel so far
Only masters
A little space
When words are spoken
Like those we shared
The space between us

Alas time
Time separates
Places insurmountable
Distance
Between us

But what time,
What space thus
Separates, divides
Two lovers
Who once held so close
Each heart
That time and space
Did divide and separate
For them?

But this lover
Won't be divided
Except by love
When he fails to
Ease her heart
Or make her soul complete

The voice
Was found
Captured
Imprisoned in time
A small capsule
Tamed to perform
This disembodied voice
May serve only to remind
Of all that was left behind
What was once melodic tones
Is now naught
But static and discord

And for you
A white box
Captured fleeting words
On a dark night
When bodies lay close
And stomachs, hearts
Had not gone hungry
But indulged
Sinned and repent

Both
Voice and heart
Thought time and space
Could be decieved
Would suffer defeat
Alas
A voice of love
Now disembodied
Dis-attached
Devoid of emotion
For one that listens
Serves only to hurt
Wrench from the heart
Memories of time and space
And the fact that two
Once one
Are torn apart.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - In the Garden

2006-05-30T22:51:00.000+08:00

The Garden of Eden has fallen
No longer complete in it's glory
It's purity has turned to poison
And all feels incomplete
My name of course is Eve
The first of womankind
A balance between
Mere mortal and divine
My lover he was Adam
A young man in his prime
Often we did make sweet love
To while'away the time
I made him wedding bands
Of flowers, plucked
From flowering roots
Tied myself to him forever
Because my love was true
Likewise Adam oft took pleasure
To stare into my eyes
And lay sweet kisses on my lips
Then sing me lullabies
This love so pure, the first made true
Was shared under the eaves
In Eden where the flowers grew
And birds sang in the trees.

But paradise is lost
And is I that paid the cost
As I wandered in the morning
Still sleepy, and often yawning
I stumbled on the devil's hand
A snake coiled in the sand
That slithered near
Around my feet
And bade me in soft tones to eat
Some fruit it had espyed
Apples, moist and juicy
Ladening the tree
So many that one cannot mind
If I took some for Adam and me
Though it was forbade
To take from that beautiful tree
The snake did urge me on
Explain the gifts
Of knowledge in sweet song
Promising to make
Me wise, such a gift
Then Adam could not jest
That is always he that knew best
So I picked the fruit
And hurried with my loot
To where he did lie
With sleep still in his eye
I promise we both did eat
Our fill so stomachs were complete
Then spoke of knowledge
Of which I knew
No longer did I feel
The lesser of the two
But anger soon was swift
I was not meant this gift
Disgraced with hurrying feet
They bade me meet
The cruel world outside our garden
But what makes my heart harden
Condemns me incomplete
Is that Adam still lies within
With a new, sweet Eve
Still shares in love and laughter
And engages minds with angels
Who do repeat
Arguments ad nauseam
As if they were a treat
While I sit in cold
Stomclouds above me meet
I wonder if all Sins are still
Condemned to me because I chose to eat.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Hell

2006-05-25T14:15:00.000+08:00

Like an acid poison
This sweet smelling wine
Slips down my throat
Taints these lips divine

Clasping at my breast
Strangled with each breath
You flood me with emotion
Hatred, detest
And yet a hungry desire
Burns like a raging fire
Pierces my eyes
With images of you

At night I might wake
Shrieking, Screaming
With fear, lust and hate
That you haunt my dreams
And I shall find you
Hands entangled
In my hair

But I take some sick pleasure
Some grotesque indulgence
To balance love and hate
In the fantasies where we make
Sweet love a burning effigy

Anguish you shall remain
Weighed down in heavy chains
With your name branded on each lock
That holds me to this spot
Permanent as a rock

I'll struggle for eternity
Marked for all to see
This horrifying ballet of passions
In which act you and me

Rid my life of meaning
Wrench all from this soul
I wish to feel no longer
Desire to once be whole

But how do I break
The tie between love and hate
Free my mind to wonder
And sedate?

Maybe when the world lies burning
When naught it left to take
Humanity shall stand absent
Have fallen and lost the stake

Here, yes here my dear
Will be when ties are broken
No words then left unspoken
Will plague my mind and heart
But instead, at last
We shall be torn apart.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Code

2006-05-24T14:11:00.000+08:00

My life is a code
A spiral of script
The clues to its nature
Delivered on my lips

Or written in ink
In hidden journals
Of fine printed paper
In cursive writ

Perhaps also present
Encoded once more
In virtual spaces
With no lock or door

This code cannot be measured
No convention it keeps
But amasses my secrets
In days, months and weeks

'Individual' this language
But perhaps it may speak
Of others encoded
Who choose not to keep

Occasions may pass
When codes do collide
Entangled in streams
To form a delicate art

But in parrallel lines
They spend a little time
For this code serves alone
And only one mind

A mind or a heart
Is that what it takes
To break this code
For ones own sake

Who knows what a test
Is hidden in coded lines
Who can discern
Such an elegant design

But at times
A line, as fine as floss
Connects our codes
So all is not lost
To times eager blade
Which cuts and divides
And causes us all
To lead separate lives.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Email

2006-05-22T20:30:00.000+08:00

A Square
Of paper
Fine Ink
Cursive Style
Enveloped
Sealed with a Kiss

Now
A square window
Reveals
Lines in print
Plain type
Mark my archive
Of correspondence

In ages past
I could of burned
These memories
Felt some release
As smoke delievered
Words, meaning
To non-existence

But now
A web of code
Shall keep them safe
Somewhere unknown
They accumulate
A testament
That once
Those words of 'Hi, Regards'
Instead read 'Dear, Love'

However,
None will ever capture
Never take from me
Those words still in my mind
Replaced
That printed, text
That one opens
Invisible forever

For you see
Technology cannot gain from me
What words unwritten
That could have been
Wished delievered
But ill recieved
So still
You are unable to see.

By Hilary Wheaton

Poems- Seven Deadly Sins - Gula - (Gluttony) (II)

2006-05-20T17:56:00.000+08:00

Sweet, Tender
Succulent fruit
Ripened by the Season
To pluck
Fresh from nature
Just for me

But I take no pleasure
In your fruits
You see
Because my taste
Delights not
In what you offer
Me

Sweets
Sugared Treats
Lack the nutrients
For which I hunger
Yet to devour
Will satisfy
Maybe for an hour
Until once more
My hunger fails
To be abated

Let the wine flow
Down forever
Sliding liquid
Smoothe as silk
On the surface
Of my throat

But my thirst
Makes me feel
Forever dry
And denied
In this meal

Maybe all I need
Is water
And a simple slice of bread
To evermore satisfy
And forgo
This hunger that I dread.

By Hilary Wheaton

Poems - Seven Deadly Sins - Gula (Gluttony) - (1)

2006-05-15T11:02:00.000+08:00

Two Souls
Torn apart
Share a hunger
One cannot sedate

Ever greedy
One devours
The offerings
Served by Lovers
In the midnight
Hours

The other
Likewise undertakes
In actions
Designed to satiate
The palate
Waits

Both lack
Their fill
Each meal
Forever without
It's meat
Never satisfies

But this hunger
Ever churning
Burning
In their hearts
Reminds
Incessent
Of whats absent
While they are
Apart

-By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Ode to 'O'

2006-05-13T17:30:00.000+08:00

Soft touch
Sweet words
Whispered in my ear
A bodies warmth
To know
A soul is near

Fingers trace the outline
Of my female form
Milky white skin
A product of my kin
In romantic light
Tonight while we
Explore

As if printed on my body
Some erotic text
Ink stains this skin
Of the fairer sex
Bruises mark the trail
Desired by you
Tonight

Selfless act of love
Divine denial
To procreate
Lust delayed
Male phallus
Shows not its potency

Focus on this female flower
Young bud
Ripened by Spring season
Mystery
Magical womanhood
Which men
Religion praise

I'll rise to meet those lips
Drink with gratitude
Passion delivered
As a gift

Swollen in this body
Engorged with emotion
Changing as the tides
Obey the moon
My water rises
Overflows
Spills 'climactic'

Euphoria rushed embrace
Breaks down
Sacred temple doors
No prayer here today
For God to cleanse
These flaws

My mind philosophical
Blank, tabula rasa
Leaves only soul
And heart
To empty
Sorrow
Entombed within

In ignorance I am
Knew not
Why floodgates opened
In torrents forth
They spilled
When at last
A body's desire
Was fulfilled

Maybe because the body
And the soul did meet
In brief
Clear understanding
Found they were to be

Incomplete.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Picture Frame

2006-05-10T22:19:00.000+08:00

Some days
I sit
And feel the shame
Of looking at your
Empty frame

Once it held
You
Wrapped in gold
A smile, a soul
Who I once knew
And treasured to hold

A love
On show
To see your face
Comfort
Gazing back at me

But now
These days
I draw a blank
To sit and stare
And reminisce

But in my mind
Alas
Still I see
That picture there
Of you and me

I wish I could smile
I really do
But all I can think
Is of the distance
Between me and you

A tint of love
A stab of regret
That we
May have never
Met

But Anger all
Enframed for me
Because that picture
Cannot still be
Inside that frame
That once held
You and Me.

By Hilary Wheaton

Poems - Seven Divine Virtues - Patientia (Patience)

2006-05-08T21:31:00.000+08:00

Patience
Is a virtue
They say
Yet I do no employ
It's tactic

I spend my time
In ill retreat
An idle errand
Til we meet
All things considered

It is required
For 'true' patience
To suspend
Ones desire
And here I fail

I cannot rest
Or truly work
Until my thoughts
Of you
I shirk

Time
Is ever slipping
Between us
Patience
Begins to fade

Mine eyes
Your heart
Is ever jaded
From the start
In current endeavour

For I doubt
Conviction
Failed to check
And to forget
So patience
Plays its part

It is the
'Truest' virtue
To be content
In limbo
Waiting for thou heart

But Patience
I will offend
If these hours and days
Match in time
Those we shared that came to end

For patience
Implies
By definition
That one shall be
Rewarded

To me
Time flies
Like an arrow
From the bow you hold
'Tis you that sets the mark

Patience
Caught in limbo
Here I wait
No virtue to employ
But tortured

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Tea

2006-05-07T18:02:00.000+08:00

Oh please,
Share this tea
My love
With me?
For many a pleasure
May there be
To take and dine
And share with me
This humble cup
I brew.

By Hilary Wheaton

Poems - Seven Deadly Sins - Ira (Wrath)

2006-05-05T13:38:00.000+08:00

Spill my wrath
Upon this page
Like ink it stains
All things with rage

A poets heart
Should be pure
To enable such an art

But my pen
Often hesitates
In anguish
Struggled
Strangulated speech

My words
They twist and writhe
Upon the page
To speak of those
In no disguise
Who have caused me such pain

Be still my pen
Tool of a humble art
For with each word
You wrench the truth
Hidden in this heart

Fury, I suffer thee no
Denial
For a monster feeds on me
Laughing all the
While

Frustration here
To rip this page apart
For he will not hear

The words I write
Seperate me not
From pen and paper

Censored though
For anger cannot be
All the words I wish to say
Between you and me

This poem fails to satisfy
Incites ira evermore
If I could only slip
The real poem
Of 'anger'
Underneath his door.

By Hilary Wheaton

Poems - Seven Divine Virtues - Virtus (Chastity)

2006-05-02T14:01:00.000+08:00

I've slowly learnt
Day by day
To guard my heart
And not throw love away

It takes some time
For love to grow
One cannot feel it in one day
But time will tell
And play its part
Perfect this 'Art' for gentle souls
For soon love will show

You may be meek
Avert your eyes
When lust comes to your door
For many a lover, friend or foe
Shall tarry and dare to knock
And far more, to test the lock

Smiling eyes,
A warm caress
Is sure to prove a test
Yet Beware,
Keep watch
For they too have perfected an 'Art'
To seduce and never,
Have your interests
At heart

If I devote a little time
To tend my soul
Aim Divine
Delay small pleasures
And guard my heart
I might grow to understand
The nature of this 'Art'

To love is no sweet words
Delivered on tender lips
Nor is it a burning fire
Felt only in the hips!

A Secret may reveal to me
To love is not for lovers alone
But many a love
Platonic and shared
Shall be denied by a kiss
Between companions

For more easily to show
Sweet loves true nature
Is actions spurred from the heart
There shall be
Where I perfect this 'Art'

In time these virtues
Shall be admired
And love the sweeter
Shall be
Shared between friends
And lovers
Such as you and me.

By Hilary Wheaton

Poems - Unclassified - Leanne's 'Skimpies'

2006-05-01T12:05:00.000+08:00

Two bodies on show
Masculine and Feminine
Reduced to naught by 'sex'
Slim covering, for all to see

First the male (divine creation)
Contemporary Michelangelo
A work of art, muscles and anatomy
On show between gathered company

Second the female (biblical this Eve)
A Venus De Milo
With arms though
And curves, ripe body we see

Our bodies, much admired
Sometimes for play or jest
Can provoke discomfort, even deteste
For some who wish not to see

Maybe though,
Beautiful bodies provide ill show
Out of context
This Venus and Michelangelo

For 'David' wears a 'g'
And Venus sports some racey red
No artful eye to gaze
But lustful and amazed instead

Forget though,
For a moment
That context plays a part
For still, these bodies are a work of art.

By Hilary Wheaton

Poems - Seven Deadly Sins - Luxuria (Lust)

2006-04-26T11:52:00.000+08:00

Exquisite body
I desire your flesh
To own
Be my property
So none may touch but me

Hunger
At times
Has driven me to dine
Elsewhere, on bodies offered
Flesh owned by none

But I claimed you briefly
With Love, sweet words
Like a spring flower
You opened up to me
Stolen from the garden

Lustful, oh Loving eyes
Burnt images of flesh upon my mind
Young lithe body
Slim porcelain goddess
Desire, writhed in ecstasy

Hot bodies
Tender flesh entwined
Friction, stoked the fire
Bruises left behind
A mark of my desire

Oh my plaything
Wanton flesh
To have you
Spill my seed
No greater need in Love, nay Lust

Oh, but tarry here
Between the sheets
Blessed with Love
Nay Lust
With me

Two bodies
Caught in fire
Shall burn together
In Lust, FOR LOVE
Forever, you and me.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Guilt In Limbo

2006-04-26T11:44:00.000+08:00

In an awful limbo I lie
Caught in this predicament
Pit and Pendulum I espy
Oh woe is me
For between them is I

Only fools rush in
Where angels fear to tread
My eyes were caught by your fire
Plunged my hands deep in the flame
Only now I feel the pain

Tortured in every moment
Your flame a candle
Lights the darkness
But why?
To see between a Pit and Pendulum
Is where I lie

I hold out my hands
To one
In hopes they may be grasped
But smack them hard
And make me cry

In my fire
You placed your hands
Eager to take
But smothered
The fire shall fade

Cut the cord
To set me free
You hold me close
No where else can I be
But stay

Bitter anguish
Guilt accompany
Between Pit and Pendulum
Here I be
Such irony

Pointless
Predicament
Pained
And player be

But Poe
You make a fool of me
Whose choice is Sin
On either
Him or Me

By Hilary Wheaton

Poems - Seven Divine Virtues - Humilitas

2006-04-23T20:23:00.000+08:00

Oh a gentle soul
Softly spoken
Eager heart and mind to please
Sit ye here,
To heed unspoken
Knowledge passed
From you to me

Here, we students
Minds open
Wait to hear
Of thoughts, opinions
Academics spoken
Young and thoughtful
Ever learning

Not passive though
This timid heart
She'll aim to speak
So know her mind
Young thoughts
They need your nurture
To grow strong

Knowledge
Wisdom
Merely Seeds
Shall grow
One has faith in her
Devotion
And your patronage

These eyes seek a lesson
From a worthy teacher
Place their faith in you
Will watch
And learn
Be not bitter
Humbled by what you knew

Knows she only needs to
learn this lesson
Affirm that doubtful
voice in time
That we all fall from grace
Should not be such a crime

Redemption is ever for the humble
For those who have
Much still to learn
Know the mighty Oak
May fall
Yet immortality springs forth
From humble seeds

Thou, shall rise again

By Hilary Wheaton

Poems - Seven Deadly Sins - Superbia

2006-04-22T17:15:00.000+08:00

To careless banter
I detest
For other souls may spend their time
In trivial thoughts
While I recline in sombre thought
And put my mind to the test

My love, she is fair
With gentle soul, and a delicate air
But her youth, her mind
Still short in years
For til she grows
I shall not share her with my peers

My opinion wins the match
No humble discourse to partake
I stand strong
Not argue for the weak
Nor etiquette in philosophical argument
I shall entail
To give your thoughts
The benefit

My mind be blind to your emotion
Though sway my heart
If you must entreat
But "Cogito, ergo sum"
Is my reply
My heart is naught
My mind is all

Youth, charms, gaity
They fail to sway me
To none have I ever been
SEDUCED!
You look at one who shall
Not humble

Though once
I may have cared to imitate
Ill fated Achilles
A 'heel' was I to admit
One heart had weakened
My mind a little
In DEBT, tis owned!

But cast aside
Prevailed in logic
She circles not amongst my kin
But oh tis hubris
Fatal
My mind, this Heart
May yet to fall.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - My heart be bound to you alone

2006-04-21T12:37:00.000+08:00

We always crave what we are denied
Indeed we do, and so do I
A little taboo to add some spice
Can make the pleasant, very nice

If you push me away
All I desire is your touch
But welcoming arms
The sweeter will be

Is it so guilty to mix a little pleasure
With a pinch of pain?
For only when I'm enslaved
Can I feel free again

People forget what true intimacy can bring
When sex is no longer to love
And you may just be a 'fling'

If pleasure is simply for the flesh
Then I choose to feed my soul
For pain is love, deny my flesh
And love me for my soul

Softest touch around my neck
Gentle kisses break no sweat
But leave a mark for all to see
And they will know who my true love be

Oh this is a sweet paradox
To hurt the ones we love
But no other may get close enough
Or own the key, break the lock

Collar me, Claim me
I long to be only yours
No other flesh do I wish to touch
And they will dare not touch me

Wedding bands of gold
Those precious diamonds sparkle
But glorify this symbol of slavery
Ownership, is to deny a purer bond

Do I own you?
Or you own me?
A master needs a slave to be,
Completed, together you and me.

But don't forget,
Consent was given
And I will resent
Abuse of power which I bestowed

For no greater test
Of loves purity
When you have control
Of all of me.

By Hilary Wheaton

Drawings - Me

2006-04-21T00:25:00.000+08:00

The aim was to pay particular attention to my eyes. I feel however that my face has changed a bit since then, partly since I drew this a few years ago. Age will do that to you.

Paintings - Subjective Self

2006-04-21T00:20:00.000+08:00

A very introverted, isolated expression of my 'self'. One for those dark moments and days that our emotions are always prone to. In the style of work by Fred Gress.

Love Poems - Lullaby

2006-04-19T09:08:00.000+08:00

Sleep, with its warm embrace
Is oh so sweeter beside you
When the bed lays open, inviting
You lay nestled in a sea of blankets

Silky smoothe skin, downy hairs
To run my fingerstips over
And pull you close
Two naked bodies locked in embrace

To let sleep take us,
No greater intimacy
Then to see you slumber naked
Here next to me

Unconcious, a mind in dream
So vulnerable
Your face calm, relaxed
Like a child to me you seem

You used to snore
Melodic thunderous notes
They were but a lullaby
As I gently slumbered, perchance to dream

But no greater joy in sleep
Is to be had, then sweet words
Softly spoken
"I love you", in gentle slumber

Lay we here to dream no more
No lullaby to sleep meets me
Twas just a promise, broken
To sleep is bitter, like the salt of the sea.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - A loaf of bread

2006-04-13T14:25:00.000+08:00

Lonely soul
This simple girl
As she wanders through the desert
Carries with her
A loaf of bread

Aimlessly
Here
There
Forever moving
Never stopping
Lost, yet unwilling to retrace a step

Birds
Wings like fans
Shade on occassion for her figure
The burning sun
Circle lazily

But they spy her bread
For which they hunger
Grains of sand no staple
Fail to satisfy
Barren stomachs

Swoop
Swoop
Here
There

A small soul falters
Pieces of bread
Stolen
Here
There
Who would notice?
Such a small price to pay

But journey with no destination
Like this soul is on
An eternity of wandering, not noting what has gone
Small pieces
Soon seem larger

A girl with hands palm open
No bread is left to clasp
Sheds a tear unspoken
Fearing how she will last

Yet she will learn a lesson
The birds alone could teach
A soul needs no bread
To carry is but a burden

Deny her though
This token
Empty hands feel weak
She'd rather have the burden
Than know she'd need not eat.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Music Hath Charm

2006-04-12T12:06:00.000+08:00

I watch him play the guitar
Strong fingers dance a pattern
One hand strums to the beat
Silently I listen

Admiring, I wish to imitate
My fingers supple, weak not strong
Determined they dance a pattern
But I falter, fail to hold a beat

I've got no rhythm
But he has
I've got no rhythm
To rhyme
Nor reason

I've got no rhythm
Oh but he has
I lost my beat
No rhyme
Nor reason

I've got no rhythm
Can't strum no harmony for him
Oh lord have mercy
For all I still wonder

If I got no rhythm
To rhyme
Nor reason
Lord, does he?

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Layers of Sentiment (short)

2006-04-12T11:58:00.000+08:00

Hands passed
From you to me
A present from the past
Few words, no emotion inscribed
Sentimental covering in code
Wrapped...
A Secret
This gift from you to me.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - How Do I love Thee?

2006-04-11T15:53:00.000+08:00

I love your smile, when I see it I know your joy;
I love your tears, when they fall I know you are only human.

I love your eyes, they are the windows to your soul;
I love your ears, for they hear the words of love I speak.

I love your voice, it whispers to me in those dark moments, not only sweetness;
but the courage to go on.
I love the absence of your voice, in those moments when words can no longer convey meaning;
and the greatest gift is to listen.

I love your arms, for the warmth they bring when they wrap around me;
I love your hands, for those moments when you reach out, and tell me you are by my side.

I love your fingers, that draw hot lines across my flesh;
and raise such passion from the depths of my soul.
I love your breath, that breathes such sweetness into each kiss;

and last, but never least;

I love your heart, that beats a strong and steady pulse
So you may be alive each day, each moment
That you share with me.

By Hilary Wheaton.

Although this poem was written for someone who no longer loves me, I still think it is beautiful and worth posting here. I don't think the lines lose any of their meaning, at least not for me and that is the reason one writes poetry in the first place. Yes, we may write about another, or for another, but ultimately what we write comes from inside us, and if it's not there, we have no muse.

Love Poems - A History of Flowers

2006-04-11T12:00:00.000+08:00

Once a young man said to me,
Every girl loves Flowers,
And when I uttered
My love had not been tested
A dozen roses he sent to me.

This young man
His heart misplaced.
A dozen roses he sent with speed,
With thoughts to ease my heart
But I no longer had the strength he needed.

On a very special day for me,
Admired, my man, he came to see,
An open door, my beaming face
His arms, with flowers held
A dozen roses, glass hearts

Half a dozen months they passed with speed,
Spring roses he sent, soft colours
A promise of young love in blossom
Not lust these roses
But Love for me

A broken heart, alone I be
To a single rose was given
Some hope again, oh hope unknown
But a rose of lust
Is not of love

Sick soul confined
Piscean flowers to set me free he thought
Water flowers for the fish
To care, to love
No lust I see

This history of flowers
A tale to tell
Should they be given, should I love?
Oh every girl loves flowers
Yes even me

By Hilary Wheaton

Drawings - August Woman (Fantasy)

2006-04-10T17:41:00.000+08:00

By Hilary Wheaton

I drew this woman from the original painting in Boris Vallejo and Julie Bell's Fantasy Calender 2006

Drawings - Women

2006-04-10T17:20:00.000+08:00

I drew these women from the painting 'Ulysses and the Sirens' by Draper because I liked the shape of their bodies.

By Hilary Wheaton

Paintings - Tiger

2006-04-10T16:58:00.000+08:00

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - A Love Letter Recieved, by an Unknown Lover

2006-04-10T13:00:00.000+08:00

I read these words,
daily they come to me
emotions upon a modern parchment
in eloquent strings of binary

You know not my heart
it's desires, fears and conquests
I disown it
For it questions my pride and makes a mockery of me

"Have I loved?" you write,
"None have loved I"
Phantasms of emotion
Etched upon the screen

Anger MY emotions
Jealousy, rage and disgust
A love that ended
Was it ever a love at all?

I doubt
You doubt
Yet it is doubt that makes a mockery of us

But if there is doubt,
there is Hope?

Nay, none at all,
for MY eyes read none,
Daily I am NOT reminded
Strings of binary leave loose ends

I heed them not
Though I may fall
I am elsewhere

Preoccupied.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - A Love Letter to Unknown

2006-04-10T12:56:00.000+08:00

What is this thing called Love?
Will you answer me this?

Is it, a gentle caress, the softest touch, or a stern hand?
Is it, a loss of breath, intaken and stolen in a single moment....or the heavy breathing of desire?

Should I long for you in absence? Or if your love is true, would you be forever at my side?
Is love to comply, to offer yourself to me unquestioning
Or, to speak your mind knowing you will always be heard?

Should I tremble in your presence, at your touch, or should I feel familiar after so many embraces.

Is love a burning fire, or the warmth of its embers?
Could I feel secure in love, nay, take for granted a constant love...or value it more because ones love is always able to be denied?

If my love is true, and my heart rejoices, can tears be shed? Or shall I wear naught but smiles.

To love, should we feel pain, as well as pleasure?
If my love is true, I shall say sorry.
No, I shall not, for love is to never utter those words.

Are these crazy things we partake in, love?
Or it's absence

If you kiss my lips with hunger, and taste my flesh in fits of passion
do I feel lust, or love?

Love is free? So why is a ring a sign of true love and devotion?
A naked finger, its absence?

Does Love know no bounds....
Respect no limits?

Respect not I
For I know not, what Love is
Have I Loved?
For I feel none has Loved me.

By Hilary Wheaton

Love Poems - Eternity

2006-04-10T12:52:00.000+08:00

My greedy jealous soul
Hungers for your embrace
Together, two souls entwined
Til eternity
Is as nothing but a grain of sand
In the hourglass of time

By Hilary Wheaton

Paintings- Flower

2006-04-10T11:21:00.000+08:00

By Hilary Wheaton