Mood:  chillin'

 Rainbow Women

Rainbow Ladies color the Earth,
Hearts on fire from their time of birth.
Dancing wildly on the sands,
Living together hand in hand.
Women of every Race,
join as one to take their Place!

We gather here for the freedom of expression,
to post our love and deep devotion!
Women from all Nations,
Ladies of every creed,
Women of wealth and women in need!
We are not here to walk behind;
we are here to walk side by side!
We are here to form friendships,
We are Women of Pride!
No one is perfect,
everyone is welcome,
we have few guidelines,
and we have only each other!
Travel with us to a land of some confusion;
Write the words that remove the illusion.
From dusk to dawn, from night till morn,
From gay to forlorn,
Grace us with Wisdom,
Tickle us with humor,
Tug at our heartstrings,
Be who you are,
Be it happy or sad,
Give us your input,
Try not to be too BAD!

                                                    ~~Take my hand~~
                                  Let me guide your inner soul to happiness
                                     Far beyond your wildest dreamz_=_
                                     Say goodbye to fear and inhibition.
                                  Soar on the wingz of a big winged bird,
                                      Share your heart with one love,
                                         Give your body to no other.~~~

by JvS aka Gilda Schaal 2007 All Rights Reserved

Mood:  chillin'

Pigs, Pigs Everywhere You Should See Them All

 

Once upon a day so long, a sweet little piggy was singing her song.
She sang for her Momma who passed away, her voice was soothing,
tranquil and gay.
She was born in a pig sty, her name was Fanny; she had brothers and sisters
and a loving old Granny.
Her Momma was tired she did not want to go.
She cried for her to stay as she prayed for her soul.
Fanny's Momma held on as long as she could, she nurtured them to health till she knew all was good.
Closing her eyes she heard voices calling, "come home now to heaven"
the pig angels were squalling.
Fanny sang from her heart to her mother above, a sweet serenade of a dear daughters love.

By: JvS aka Gilda Schaal © 2005 All Rights Reserved

Mood:  chillin'

Piggy poem

See us piggy’s pink and bright.
Dancing piggy’s in the night!
Smiling hugging all the time.
I'm your piggy and you are mine!
Love is in the air and all around.
Just like in the movie, "Homeward Bound"!
I love my piggy more then anything.
My piggy loves to hug and cling.

Piggy’s listen and are well behaved.

To own a piggy you don’t have to be brave.

Just give your piggy a-lot of love.

And it will be your turtledove.

By: JvS aka Gilda Schaal

Mood:  happy

Jiggity Jive

Momma Grizelda was tappin her feet to the tune of an old fashioned beat, when a frog jumped up and a mole ran under and two birdies went tweety tweet tweet.

Poppa Suspender was checkin his gender, to the rythem of rock and roll  when a piggy was talkin and a iggy was walkin and a jiggy was singing some soul.

Gary the fairy was a boy they called Mary who had a sister who was butch as can be, she tipped her hat and played with a rat while Mary had crumpets and tea.

Ginger and Harry were having a party when they met up with Balls McCarty; Harry carved the roast while Ginger gave a toast and Laurel ran off with Hardy.

Marilyn was dead, Lucy loved Fred and Ethyl was kissin on Ricky, the moral to it all is a tale long and tall and the icky was sticky and licky.

By: JvS aka Gilda Schaal 2005 All Rights Reserved

Mood:  lucky

Strange is the Night

There was a knock at the door of 785 Prospect St., when I opened the door a woman stood there peering into my eyes. She wore a long dark hooded coat and her wild curly hair draped from inside the hood of her coat and flowed downward, resting off her shoulders. Her blackened eyes beckoned me to her; her eyes were thick at the lid, circumferenced by black long lashes. She had a straight nose and pretty smile. I asked, “how may I help you?” and although her lips did not move I heard her ask me to go with her. I followed her as a lamb would follow its shepherd; we went into the city streets and then walked down a long dark alley. When we got to the end of the alley it seemed to open up and we stepped out into a forest of trees with clover and moss growing wildly as far as the eye could see. Roots from the trees swirled crazily around each tree limb almost in a whimsical fashion. She kept on walking and I followed, waiting for her to say something, but there were no words; only the look in her eyes which she used to speak to me with. She would tell me to keep a steady pace, “stay close” she would say with her eyes and I did. I remember thinking something bad was going to happen because this whole night was weirder than hell. Even though I had no fear there was an eminent feeling inside me, the feeling of impending disaster. We walked for another hour or so and finally I could see more than the dimly lit forest. Looking at the silhouette of the woman who bounded in front of me I could see an outline of yellowish blue surrounding her. There was an opening in the dark forest which revealed a blazing fire; there were figures dancing around the fire with their arms outstretched; their howling chants sent chills through my spine.Then the woman turned to me, she took my hand and spoke in a raspy voice. She said, “My name is name Famine”, and as she spoke these words I looked at her face and saw it turn into a scull. She led me toward the freakish ghouls; in their eyes I saw the faces of death. Their sunken cheeks and hallow eyes glistened in the moonlight. As I became their focus of attention, their screeching shrieks rang a horrid tune into the fiery expanse. Evil smiles were cast upon my form showing me the hunger that lust inside each of these ghoulish creatures. They were hungry for flesh, human flesh; they looked at me with wide eyes while their long tongues wagged from side to side in anticipation of devouring my body.  She let me go of my hand and let the ghouls take me; they lifted my body over their shoulders, placing me on an altar of solid stone. The altar was draped with black roses.  They covered my body with cascades of sinewy wild ivy woven into a heavy blanket of doom, thick vines flew in the air, lashing across one side of the altar to the other side, binding me in place. Then the woman let her cloak fall to the ground and I saw her naked wrinkled body. She looked like that of a holocaust victim, her bones were almost visible; I could see the form of her rib cage under her breasts. Her pelvis was like a skeleton and her legs were very thin from her hip to her knees. At the knees it was like she had a huge knobs protruding and below the knob of each knee her legs looked even thinner as my eyes followed them to her ankles. Even though the meat of her body had caved against her bones she had remarkably strong looking arms. In her right hand she wielded a knife that was meant to pierce my heart. As the knife descended, the blood thirsty ghouls chanted; they chanted these words continuously, until I rose from the altar. My body was suspended in mid air and my glorious light blinded the heathens of Satan for they knew not who they had chosen for their disgusting ritual. I was the child of the light of power and the sustenance of good and order, the queen of queens and the mother of the universe. I pointed my finger at each wretch and I sent them reeling into an abyss of fire, damning their wicked souls into eternal damnation. I walked out of the forest and through the alley, marching toward my home. I went inside and knelt before my bed clasping my hands in preparation for my evening prayer. “Thank you oh King of kings, for supplying me with the power to take all evil and dispose of it before it unleashed itself upon my human form. I pray for you to give courage to all good people and to give them faith to face the night that is yet to come”.  Every night for the past seven thousand years I have opened my door to a dark cloaked woman and each night I have gone with her to face her flock of dedicated worshipers of Satan. Each night I stand before freaks that would bludgeon me and devour my flesh if not for the power I possess to cast them into hell. The woman of darkness who entertains herself with the prospect of my demise is the only one, who rises from the abyss, and continually tries to seek my death. She is a fallen angel, every night she has a different name but her real name is Antiquity, she bears the sons and daughters of Mustafa. Spawning the children of darkness, she and they wish to kill me. By doing this she believes Mustafa will reward her by restoring her body to look young again; for she is growing older and soon she will be replaced by another evil entity. Her time is coming to an end and she is desperate to live and bare the slimy seed of Satan because she loves him. Seven thousand years ago she was seduced by Satan; she was pleasured by him and knows no other lover. No one can satisfy the lust she has for the emperor of darkness; his vile thrust makes her want to serve him. Every night I meekly follow Antiquity to her dungeon in the forest knowing that she will strike me down if my power should ever be lost. I have been promised that she will never slay me so I go without fear yet the sight of the coven of ghouls who await my arrival is beginning to wear thin. Perhaps tonight will be the night that Mustafa chooses his new bride, leaving Antiquity in the fiery hole of doom. As for me, I will wait until I hear a knocking at my door.

 In my heart I see a dream unfold before me, a dream of silence yet to come and one to come who will adore me.

Her heart is riddled like a shell shocked player with miles of road to wander, she will never let me go for if she does her life will squander.
She keeps me here for loving and keeps you there for God knows what; she's like a gambler in a mist, waiting for the golden coin, to drop into a mirrored slot.

The coin goes in and hits the bottom, searching for a sweet reflection; the bells go off inside her head to send her heart in my direction.
She knows I'm there and takes my soul for granted and with lust; she knows I am the one true lover who she can always trust.
She keep's me in her sunlight while caressing me in twilight; she loves me when she wants me, as we kiss under the skylight.
Who can love her good and show her where she needs to be, I often thought of that, but always knew that it was me.
I'll wait to give you all I am and never claim your bounty, and then one day your heart will say,

"You,  are the one I love"

By: JvS aka Gilda Schaal © 2005 All Rights Reserved

Mood:  irritated

August 12, 2002 at 01:00:01 AM by Jill

Wolfen

The wolf has changed into a man and taken your breath inside his evil heart.
He breathed a spell of un-power over your aura to dismantle your knowledge of right and wrong.
The spirit that gave you goodness made you kneel like a wantonness whore, and fed you full of lusts desires.
The dragon of emptiness glowed in the eyes of your new master and as you kneel before the wolf, he sings his insane song.

By: JvS aka Gilda Schaal © 2002All Rights Reserved

Greta Garbo

She slept while I thought, a miracle child, she grew up so lovely and so very wild.

Her heart was so lonely, I wish she could see, the beautiful lady God wished her to be.

In hindsight I saw her for what she was then, a wild child just waiting to mingle and blend.

Her name was Greta, she was so finely tuned, and she made life her love song, when she looked to the moon.

If she singled you out with her long lusting stare, you would breathe in her charm and hold her so dear.

Mood:  happy

 Dedicated to my husband

 My true love is sleeping so far from my home yet in the distance I feel him caress my flesh my and bone.

 If I were to fly in his arms I would be as he whispers my name on his breath, he would tangle me up like a vine on a tree, I will love him in life and in death.

 Many young years have we spent in the past, glistening love was our tale, we held on so tight till we entered the light, and our future was set on a sail.

 
 The mystery of us is not hard to understand, for our path was a glorious plan. This is a tale of love strong and true, the love of a woman and man.

 

By:  JvS aka Gilda Schaal all rights reserved ©2005

Mood:  don't ask

Terror on Dark Street

WHO IS WALKING IN THE NIGHT LIKE A MAD MAN, CLOAKED IN A LONG RUFFLED GOWN?  BLACKENED BY THE DEPTH OF ANGUISH, HE IS LIKE A PROWLER ON THE HUNT TO FORCE HIS WAY INTO YOUR UNSUSPECTING SOUL!

HE WILL FIND YOU AND CRUMBLE YOU IN TWO!            

HE WILL FORCE YOU DOWN ON THE GROUND AND STUFF YOUR MOUTH WITH WORMS.

HE IS THE SEEKER OF VENGEANCE!

HE COMES TO CLAIM A BOUNTY AND WILL NOT LEAVE THIS EARTH UNTIL HE FINDS YOU.

HE IS A RAIDER ON A MISSION!

HE EXISTS ONLY IN YOUR MIND!

HE ATTACKS YOUR GUILT AND DEFILES YOU WITH A MIRRORED IMAGE.

HE HAS A NAME, HIS NAME IS, ‘OBSCURITY.’ 

HE IS THE FEAR THAT WEILDS HIS HEAVY SWORD UPON YOUR BREAST FOR ALL THE BAD YOU HAVE DONE IN LIFE AND HE WILL GET YOU, NO MATTER HOW FAR YOU RUN.

YOUR ONLY CHANCE TO RID YOURSELF OF HIM IS TO TURN AROUND AND FACE HIM DEAD ON!

YOU MUST TELL HIM TO LEAVE AND TO STAY AWAY, TELL HIM HE IS NOT PERMITTED TO RETURN.
HE WILL ONLY LEAVE IF HE KNOW'S THAT YOU HAVE CHANGED YOUR VILE WAYS.

HE WANTS NO MORE FORNICATION, YET HE WANTS YOUR SOUL.

IF YOU REPENT HE WILL DISTANCE HIMSELF FROM YOU AND SEEK OUT ANOTHER.

HE IS; THE ‘TERROR ON DARK STREET.’ 

HE WILL BLOW FIREY SMOKE DOWN YOUR THROAT; HE WILL PILLAGE YOUR BRAIN WITH GRUESOME VISIONS. 

THE AFTERSHOCK OF HIS APPEARANCE WILL LEAVE YOU WITH AN IMPRINT OF HIS GORY FACE EMBEDDED IN YOUR EYES WHEN THEY FIND YOUR LIFELESS BODY.

HIS NAME IS, ‘ INIQUITOUS.’ 

HE WILL SLEEK OFF INTO THE NIGHT AFTER HE PLUMMELS YOU TO A WASTE LAND BEYOND THE FIRES OF HELL.

HE WILL DISROBE HIMSELF AND EXPOSE A BEAUTIFUL BODY, THE BODY OF WOMAN BARING LOINS OF DECIET!

HE HAS A NAME; HIS NAME IS, ‘UNFORGIVEN.’

By:  JvS  aka Gilda Schaal © 2007 All Rights Reserved