My Name is Randy Leekley AKA: Ian Gregor , Passion, Conner Fray My poetry is inspered by my love my wife and of course the Goddess and God,and some very dear friends, and because of them my soul is touched in knowing them, it is to the earth and all upon it I dedicate these words .
Blessed be.
Wishes
I lay upon the ground so bare......
I drink the thoughts of love so fare......
Images of beauty dance through my mind....
Forever imprinted to live for all time......
To dance and sing to share with thee...
Thy loving touch dothe set me free...
Words dancing off of velvet kisses.....
I pray to thee grant three wishes.....
I wish for thee to be with me.....
From across this vast and stormy sea...
To drink of love and our warm embrace....
As I gaze upon thy lovly face....
A wish for our love to never die....
Untill the last cloud has crossed the sky...
Valleys deep and mountians low...
Untill the wind no longer blows....
I wish for thee to marry me....
To live our lives in sweet harmony....
To have our children our lovely brood....
You see milady I'm in love with you...
Ian Gregor
5-16-97
I weep at the passing of Butterflies
I sit in silent wonder and watch the butterflies play about my flower garden..
So delicate, so fradgile, so very free to play as they will..
In years gone by, I at times took butterflies for granted..
Never knowing what they really were, untill I met the goddess..
Now before me I see fairies not butterflies...
Fairies dancing from flower to flower, caressing their wings upon each flower as they move..
If you listen very closely, you can hear their songs..
Close your eyes and come with me to where they live...
Lifting up to the heavens, across the atheriel planes, across a stream of stars we move..
Through an umbera of brilliant blue, deep into the relm of the fairies..
Hush now, listen , they will tell you where they are, listen, can you hear...
Moveing the flowers aside, there, you see, there...
they glide along carefree, kissing the flowers as they pass...
look there, there is an old woman lieing there amisdt the fairies..
Look, oh look, she changes she changes to a butterfly..
We watch as the faries dance around this new butterfly..
They begin to cry, they stop dancing, they bow their heads and weep..
The butterfly lies at their feet and falls into a deep sleep, never to be awakened again..
We weep at the passing of the butterfly...
She is lifted up, up so high she moves from sight..
A blue mist fills the circle, opening a door..
We watch in amazement as the goddess enters the fairy relm, and clinging to her hand a young fairy..
The goddess smiles softly at all in the circle, she shifts her gaze to us and smiles...
She embraces the young fairy and releases her into the circle..
The goddess turns and moves back through the door and is gone..
Now and then, I can still hear their songs, and catch a glimps of a young fairy..
But you can rest assured I keep my garden filled with flowers...
Ian Gregor 01-28-98
Darkness Bound
I am an old Vampire, sired by one older yet!
This is my gift, my undoing, keeping the darkness at my side always !
I shall never know the wonder of the light, that calls to me,
beckons me unto it , never to drink of the sunlight as it showers my face,
embraces my soul, wrapping me up tight in it's warm embrace!
Ah, to see the wind through the tree once more, to gaze upon a sparrow in winged flight,
To cast these eyes once more on the falling leaves, into a dead calm lake
of crystal blue water, nestling themselves into it's sweet liquid bosom!
Watching the wind at play with the leaves , in a feverish dance,
to the winds sweet inchanting song!
To feel the earth move around me, as I witness that breathtaking sunrise
quakeing every fiber of my dark soul, filling me with a cascade of colors,
bombarding my heart and feeding my mind, to satisfy
my deepest thirst, as if I had supped at our fathers table!
To watch the childern playing those prankish games, screaming with glee and
tomenting the neighborhood dog!
Innosent in their demener, masterful in their magestic surch for that imagined power
I once sought in the darkness, and
found the everlasting night.
I do remember the light and how it made me glow,
wishing it back to me now, is not be,
for I am Darkness Bound!!!
Seamus Fhula Dark Wizard Clan Ventrue"AKA Ian Gregor"
4-16-97
The Roleplayer
This man you see before you hardened by time itself and the many battles he has waged and won, iron clad emotions, you look deeper behind the charector to the hands that type the charector, then to the man whos thoughts and dreams and desires pour out onto the screen for all to see and look in awe at this majestic creature created out of want , desire, hope , dreams of what could be, you see the man who escapes his own reality, to find peace.
Speak to me with thine eyes, and I will live in your soul forever.. Set
sweet kisses upon mine lips, and I will sup upon your love... Wake next
to me , and I will hold you oh so close... Forever be mine, and I wilst
be at thy side forever my love... Touch my heart, and it shall be opened unto
thee... I couldst not be without thee, for you complete me...
Ian
Gregor 9-26-97
Unfound Love
Shifting mysts obscure the plane...
her lust for him gathered thus...
it could not wane.
the darkness descended upon her thoughtlessly muting ....
the quest she'd begun...
never disputing
Thinking of his loving touch...
haunting melodies then as such...
A loveing silence they did embrace....
A thought so pure in genteel grace...
She saught the night for loves embrace...
wanting to share in it's escape...
darkness frowns on her wary brow...
eyes a pouring of emotions now...
seeking to find and not knowing how.....
She walks a road an endless trail....
her mind weak and body frail
seeking to find emotions lost....
Pass a wood a dell and a wheat fill loft to find the one within her thoughts...
sweeping eyes that can betray searching madly throughout the day...
She passes ore rock strewn glens of green...
an aparition at best she remains unseen.
This dream pulls her through the walls of the living.
she remembers the suffering then never forgiving...
Billowing winds from dusk to dawn she toils in a forrest lawn...
through fields of lovely flowers she strolls along....
reaching a dead calm lake by dawn...
sitting she steeps its sweet rhapsody memories of her past days a sweet extasy.....
Slumber overtakes her now....
never to speak a wedding vow...
she lies to sleep this maiden fair....
her essence rises into the air....
never to search for that unfound love....
for now she rides the wings of doves...
Ian Gregor and Aloel
The Wind Has a Name
Speak to me oh wind of my soul
Set but sweet thoughts upon my mind
Whisper the words that love is built upon
Touch softly the soul that lies inside my busom
My heart lies in wait for your song of love to trip across my lips
I do know who you are sweet lady of the wind
Tis you that sends my mind reeling into that blessed slumber in my mind
Yeh oh lady of the wind speak, speak again to me
Tell me of your dreams for I know you hold them, as do I
Share what you will
Yes I do know who you are lady of the wind
Your name itself blows gently across my mind, for it is the wind
The wind has a name
Xylura
My Friend The Wind and Me
Look how the wind caresses the trees while they dance within her arms.....
See the tiny starling that flits about trying to win her charms........
She blows softly upon the ocean and it's waves kiss and lap the shore.........
The wind she blows a breeze to me, how could I ask for more.......
She's busy now carving canyons and mountians and sculpting vally floors......
On a hot summers night I hear a knock and it is she at my dwelling door...
I trust this lady fare you see she is a friend to me......
Two companions we are in league, the likes you'll never see...
I love and keep this friend of mine....
My friend The Wind and Me ....
Ian Gregor 7-23-98
Selene she did a dance for me, that blew the winds and moved the seas.
The winged birds they danced round ,as Selenes dance moved the ground.
She twirled her body and swooped so low, that it caused the trees on the earth to blow.
They all bowed so majestically to this maiden fare , and then lifted their branches into the air
As she danced they swayed their branches too and fro, to accentuate her bodies flow.
As she spoke trumpets and melodies sprang from her throat, to kiss the ears of all the common folk
the sweet nectar leaped forth from her lips so fare, and caressed the moon, the ground, the air.
Flowers bloomed within her wake, with every single step she'd take.
There is one thing that you should know, my love for Selene never will grow old.
Ian MacGregor 07-05-98
~If~
Lets us hang ourself over a cliff to impending doom,
it makes us wonder endlessly with hope to find that imagined love.......
How such a small word could effect ones very soul,
and fuel the fires of passion so deep it clouds all that we are.
I ofttimes think of ~If~ and smile, knowing it can move mountains
or just brush a thought through our minds
like a whisper of a breeze through the air, such a perplexing word it is to me.
~If~ I loved you I would want to be a better man
because you make me feel so new, you inspire me to greatness.
Life hangs in the balance of ~If~ , earth shattering revelations linger within it's essence,
yet a millennia of love lies just outside your grasp in ~If~.
How do I love thee, let me count the ways, did you see an ~If~?
When in loving, there can be no ~If~,
loving is definitive yet fleeting, an enigma to the mind but food for the heart and soul.
When I come to my love, there can be no ~IF~ ,
there is no room for it in the expanse of love I hold for her,
there is no room for question, only love unbound.
The lack of ~If~ in love lets your mind be free to explore your love,
dance within the arms of it, drink to your soul in it's liquid loving nectar.
So I wage the battle, thrashing away at ~If~
oh but to only conquer that fleeting foe that lies within my mind in ~If~.
So i'll not speak of love, to my love untill ~If~ lies dead at my feet.
Randy Leekley 8-14-98
Where is my light
Where is my light, I have lost my way…
Where is the love that lights my day…
Where is the flower upon the hill…
Is there somewhere a yellower daffodil…
Breathe the lungs that sustain my life…
Breathe until the returning of my light…
For those, I know they can not see…
Quintessential woman, what you do to me….
Drink of you, I will, I must…
Until my bones are turned to dust….
Until the wind evades the sky…
Until that last tiny breathless sigh…
Where is my light I ask of thee….
Where is the love that sets me free…
I have searched so long, far and wide…
Cascading mountains and Oceans tides…
Ore rock strewn fields of jaded green…
My fleeting light I have not yet seen…
I tire and drown in my own sorrow now…
And feel the wrinkles on my weathered brow…
Come to me, my light, my sweet…
And help this old man to his feet…
Take me back to my humble home…
For these old bones shan't further roam…
Wash my brow and cleanse these tired feet…
Might I kiss but once your lips so sweet…
I am glad you finally found me my truest love…
For now I can die in the arms of your love…
Sweet lady of My soul ~servile~
Passion AKA: Randy Leekley 04-17-99
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