Lady Lorraine's Lake of Dreams

My little corner of reality expressed through my writings, the art I love.. and plain old thinking!!! I hope you will enjoy them. Blessings Lady Lorraine du Lac

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Location: Open Spaces of the, United States

I am an adventure loving woman. Spiritual! Not religious big difference! Meeting new people is a passion of mine for each has some jewel of experience to share! I am creative and curious. I write, dance and sing badly in the car. Laughter is the music of my soul! I know though tears are the cleansing agents of our heart. A seeker of knowledge and wisdom. A great listener and can talk your ear off if we have something in common. I seek the moment of perfection that lies between birth and our first breathe...the moment of pure escatsy that is the craving of all souls! A simple complex woman am I!

Friday, January 21, 2005


Laughing gulls Posted by Hello

Haiku 10

Laughing gulls swing high
Humble eyes seek Moira’s truth
Ocean quietude

Leaves bud and blossom
Freely give breathe to receive
Green simple lessons

Simplicity taught
Cycling thriving grass root
Dependence on all

dlt © Jan. 22 2005

Thursday, January 20, 2005


Frozen Brittle Twigs Posted by Hello

Haiku 9

Crystallized tears roar
Lonely heart cries out for more
Owls patient virtue


Brittle frozen twigs
Sentimental peerless breeze
Question denial


Lonely winter wind
Howling hearts bleed beating
Bifid destiny

dlt © Jan. 20 2005


Lilith Thomas Collier Posted by Hello

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Apostles of Her Gnostic Truth

Peter and John,
Two men of Light,
Shadowy Lillith,
They call to life.

With truth Peter slaps her face,
While kissing her heart,
Isolation no more to be,
Slicing steps of living death.

Passionate voice, drawing her in,
John breeds her poetic sin,
Merging spirits, divided souls,
Amending whispers of virgin gospel.

Apostles of her Gnostic truth,
One former thrice denied,
Other, sage of revelations,
Both sliding into her sacred grave.

Birthing dead children,
Secrets of the past,
Through veils of passion,
Lillith craves the moment of her birth.

Barred from Eden,
She breathes no hope,
Bereft, she lies for all,
Legs spread, fettered to the gates.

Prisoner to her own desires,
To her the Apostles came,
Lust freed the gates,
Penetrating her serpent womb.

Carnal knowledge of her soul,
Chaste they remain,
Decorous to her fleshy dolor,
Crucifying Lilliths shame.

Slap her face and kiss her heart,
Divinity not superficial,
Forced honesty of sundered confessions,
Lillith stripped of all defenses.

Shorn of her myth,
Embracing candor of pregnant moments,
Apostles amity, soulful coitus,
Submissively quelling her fears.

Apostles of her Gnostic truth,
Both sliding into her sacred grave,
Unfettered Oracle now tours the gates,
God’s mystical epithet slides from her lips.

dlt © Jan. 9 2005

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

The Second

Myself, an outsider I beheld,
Creature comforts and rewards,
flowed easily to my door.
Affinity with people, always a struggle.
My greatest love in life,
that perfect second of bliss,
silence and peace with all you are,
all you will be.
Reviving memories of that second,
Fresh from the womb,
First breathe still a goal,
The Second,
allied with all things,
softly, smiling in the face of God.
In this life, if only that second we feel,
a lifetime it would last,
contentment would reign.
Instead,
it lurks in the memory of our soul,
we become restless,
always need more.
The taste of pure chocolate does not satisfy.
A serene note from the song of a bird is vague.
A smile from a child no longer enchants.
The smell of fresh cut grass annoys us,
forever a reminder of this worlds responsibilities.
Endlessly, we seek to touch the face of God,
when we kiss our lovers lips,
only to find a human there,
Again, disappointment reigns.

we forget,
we seek,
we cry.
To lavish in that second once again,
death seems a joy.

All the while,
it stares us in the face,
flourishing, hidden in our hearts,
our minds render us blind,
not allowing us to see,
...nor believe.........

dlt © Jan. 5 2005

Sunday, January 02, 2005


Celestial Tree Posted by Hello

Products of Their Environment

Seeking love,
Creation of hell,
Products of their environment.

Vacant coitus, physical needs,
Empty selves, crying dreams,
Products of their environment.

Flash of a fist,
Anger released,
Product of his environment.

Surfacing bruises,
Heart that won’t leave,
Product of her environment.

Twisting triggers, denying truth,
Fucking others, blame each other,
Products of their environment.

Dead hearts, hopeless souls,
Empty shells, two depart.
Products of their environment.

Reflection breeds,
Forgiveness for both.
Product of my environment.

dlt © Jan. 2 2005

Celestial Breeze

Her scent rode the chilled winter breeze,
Settling in the home of his mind,
Visions of breathe tossed willow curls,
Tangled, meshed.
Milky Way splashed shoulder,
Star hopping tongue,
Cradled cosmos,
Star dust breasts,
Giant Reds,
Nipples rising out of the nebula,
Pulsing, searching,
Celestial desire.
Spiral Galaxy of forbidden passion,
Chasing meteors,
Engrossing elliptical hips,
Streaming home,
Tongue, fingers, mouth, heart, soul,
Suckling lost secrets,
Quasar between her legs.
Two as one,
Black Hole of living,
Midnight sun,
Center of the moon,
Rising, imminent face of God.

Her scent rode a chilled winter breeze….

dlt © Jan. 2 2005