Mary

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Pursuing Art a Lifetime Ambition
 I love art and have studied it all my life in its various forms and mediums. When I say "study", I mean just that; I studied it, consuming everything I could making it my life's passion. I love doing illustrations. I see thousands of them daily at the publishing company were we work. There are so many amazing layouts done by young adults that it's mind boggling. I went to an art expo many years ago when I was only 30. It was held in Phoenix, one of the largest in the world. At that time I was studying pottery and sculpture. My instructor was a woman of notoriety in the world of ceramics. Her picture and articles were published in such magazines as, "Ceramics Monthly." I had been going to college and majoring in ceramics as well as art. She thought that my sculptures were worthy of entering the competitions. I did not enter but she - without my knowledge - entered me. What an amazing event, so overwhelming. Hundreds of thousands of entries in every category of art. Pottery, ceramics, sculpting, photography, and much more. The rule was that the entrees had to be original and made from nothing, … scratch. I didn't know that I was entered in the high fire clay sculpting student division. My teacher brought me over to see that I had won a first place ribbon on four of my works. I was not as proud as I was overwhelmed and surprised. I remember that day so very well. My family was there and all I could think of was how wondrous God is, making thousands of people with so many talents. I never saw so many ideas in so many categories in all my life. God is the real artist. He gave them the ability to do what they do. I tell this story all the time because the memory of that day is still alive. Every time I think of it I remember how it made me feel. I am still humbled by the experience. I marvel at the millions of people who are truly accomplished. I stand in awe of them; not only because of their talent but also their dedication. How hard they had to work to perfect their skills and art. My daughter will tell you that I will not tolerate mediocrity. I strive for perfection because of the One Who created me. I am His handywork! He is the greatest of all artists and I am His creation. That is a most humbling experience. Rich; I am already rich because of all the gifts He has given me. My husband, children, and abilities are just a few of His gifts. I love it when Jackie Gleason said while being interviewed by Johnny Carson, "Don't brag on my talents because I had nothing to do with it. God gets all the credit. If you are going to brag about me, then let's talk about hard work, there's something I can brag about." Gleason was an amazing man. Few knew of all his accomplishments. I love sharing my works with all of you more than you can know. My family will tell you that I give away more than I have ever received. Its the doing of it that gives me true joy. The learning of something new, ... such an adventure! When asked why I give away so much, my answer is always the same, " Have you ever seen a hearse go by with a U-Haul hooked on the back of it?" 
13 years ago
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The Monster Within
The Monster Within
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Is Love Lost
Is love lost? I dare not think this could be true. It cannot be so.
14 years ago
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Once Young
Sweet vision, as I watch you walk across the moonlit shore
14 years ago
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Oh Night
 Oh Night Oh night, how you cover me like the blackness of a dismal cloud My needs for my lover possessing me, my body screams out loud The want that has taken over me, leaving me without control The longing for the warmth of a touch, a breath moving into my soul. Oh night how cruel you are with all your promises of love's lusts descending Here alone in hopes of two bodies feverishly locked in passion's blending Soft ever so plaintive, melting with every thought, every longing sigh Oh black night, where is my lover? My raging needs will not die My mouth engulfing the petals of her lips, passions that will not languish Oh night, bring me my lover in haste that I may no longer be in anguish Waiting in the darkness with visions of her causing me trammels of pain With wanting desires, my body rages war against me, driving me insane The phantom of her body moves into and through voluptuous veins I, now waiting for her, mind possessed as bound by fetters or chains Do you not feel me my love, my longing, my passions, my desire? Share my needs, a phantom is not enough to quench this raging fire. Oh bitter night, daybreak my refuge filled with movement and sound The busyness of the day will my needs, my passions then be drowned Oh night, how you cover me like the blackness of a dismal cloud My needs for my lover possessing me, my body screams out loud author Mary Deskins Bruner 
14 years ago
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AIN'T HE SOME SAMPLE BUT HE IS NOT FOR SALE!
 <embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/74aT8tkclIw?fs=1&hl=en_US" height="385" width="480">Our daughter, Julie, got married on July 3rd. It took one year in the planning and making. It was so very beautiful and very labor intensive! We built all the decorations for chapel, reception, and the rehearsal dinner. We also built a cake stand for a cake weighing 175lbs. Yes, it was a big one! Our poor daughter had nothing but trouble the last three months before the wedding. It goes like this, 1. the preacher's wife passed away, he couldn't perform the ceremony. 2. The maid of honor would not be present. 3. The soloist would not be doing the ceremony because the maid of honor is her mother. 4.The wedding dress no longer fit because, Julie had gone in to her doctor for birth control. He forgot to tell her that many women gain weight on it. 5.The first seamstress wanted more money and our daughter to get the material to enlarge it. Well, so much for that seamstress. Found a new seamstress, one who was great. The dress was not going to be finished until two days before the wedding. 6.Tux had to be returned and refitted. 7. Julie and her hubby got robbed. 8.After robbery they thought to hide the wedding band. They promised each other to remember where it was hidden. The time came and no ring, THEY FORGOT! To this day they have no clue where it is! 8. Julie's engagement ring lost one of it's smaller stones two days before the wedding. The jeweler was so nice, he fixed it that very day in just a few minutes. 9. Remember the nice jeweler? Julie held up through all this like a real trooper! Now for the real corker! While at the jeweler's, he informed her: (10) "Julie, honey, you forgot something very important! You paid for your husband's ring, but you never returned to confirm the sale. You were to let us know if the ring in the case was the one that he wanted!" Remember, there were two styles to choose from? Poor Julie, how she was able to keep her composure through all of it is beyond me. When the jeweler gave her the news about the ring, well, that was it! I never saw so many tears pour down a person's face like that in my life, without a sound! There she stood, motionless, and water flowing from her eyes like a water main that had just been broken! She could not stop the tears from flowing. I explained why she had the break down, both jeweler and his wife stood there amazed by the story. The nice jeweler and his wife brought over a full box of Kleenex. I swear she used up most all of the box and was about to finish it off when the jeweler said; "Julie, honey, I have an idea! I know your husbands size and I believe that I know which one he really wants. The ones in the display case are his size, (size 10). I will let you use it during the ceremony, while I send out his order. When his comes in, you can then return it." Julie finally stopped the tears and the tears soon became uncontrolled laughter. The reason for the laughter was when I asked the jeweler the million dollar question: "Why can't he just keep the display if they are the same?" He looked at me and said, "It's engraved inside the band." I was puzzled, my next question was, "What does it say?" His answer was what got poor Julie laughing, the inscription reads, "SAMPLE, NOT FOR SALE!" During the wedding vows, the exchanging of the rings, there stood the Judge, Jay, and Julie with the biggest smiles on their faces you ever saw. It was so hard for them not to burst out laughing. Here stands Julie's hubby, AIN'T HE SOME SAMPLE BUT HE IS NOT FOR SALE! At the reception the house came down, when Julie stood up and told her story. The audience was falling out of their chairs with laughter. We were all tired after all the work was done. We made all the decorations, everything! I had worked for the theater for years as a stage prop artist and set designer and I must admit it was a grand event but one of the most labor intensive performances I had ever done. WHAT A SHOW! 
14 years ago
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Missouri Haven (A short story by my husband.)
It was a strange sight; not fitting at all for such a nice, traditionally, comfortable place. But it was real. The dark figure, almost shrouded in a black cover. It must have been a blouse, perhaps an over-sized T-shirt; yet not too over-sized, it did not droop really. It just managed to hide so muc
14 years ago
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"Memories Book" Senior Prom
 I created a "Memories Book", for our grandson. It was quite a surprise for him at his senior prom party. I made two books and had them printed. The first one, "Memories at the Prom". I am now completing the second book,"Memories the Graduation". Here are some of the composites I created from the several photos taken by me and several other parents and friends. I had several books made for Aric's friends as well. They really enjoyed them. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. How true that statement is, especially as we get older. Pictures are the windows of the past. Precious memories both sad and joyous. They also help us through hard times as we remember those gentler days. Many times when we hurt so much we think we could just die, a picture is more soothing than anything. Then there were those pictures of a time too hurtful to deal with. Later when the sting has left, a photo may bring to mind how there were good things about that event. Things we could not have been seen then, blinded by the pain. I wanted to create a book both for my daughter, who has given all that she has for her only child, her son Aric. I wanted Aric to have something to look back on when life makes him feel all alone. Someday we grandparents will be gone and so will many others of our family. Hopefully these books will bring to mind the many blessings that were given. Most of all, these books will tell a story of how Aric and his mom were loved so very much by so many. Here are the photos from the books. I will add the others as they are finished. I hope you enjoy them as much as we did creating them. I also would like to thank the many parents who offered to contribute their photos to our books. They got a copy of them as well and love them dearly. Maybe these photos will bring back a fond memory or two of your prom days as well.
14 years ago
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The Protector
 <img src="http://media.zenfs.com/en-US/blogs/partner/mr_3f08a7a2f1c6de.jpg" width="400" height="302" alt="" >I would like to share a few pictures of a series of pictures called "THE PROTECTOR." I bet many of you are probably wondering why so many poems and creations have I done on the subject of my husband. I will share with you a little about me. I grew up in a very seriously dysfunctional home. I was tested in grade school and found to be a child prodigy. I was able to draw and pick up music at the age of three. I am not talking about drawing stick people but people that looked like people. I was a geek, a freak of nature. I plunked out the complete tunes of such works as "Nocturnes", by Debussy. I heard my mom play it. I crawled up on the piano stool. After a short time of plunking the keys I discovered how they sounded. I played the tune one finger at a time. I was not quite four and this frightened my parents. They went to my teacher in kindergarten. She had not seen a child so young draw that detailed of a picture before. This also frightened my parents. My teacher treated me a lot differently after that. I was too young to understand. I was a freak and I felt like one, so friends were difficult to obtain. I found that acting dumb was safer than being smart. After several of Mom's divorces and being shuffled around from place to place I left home at 15. Ted was my protector and - for the first time in my entire life - I felt loved. He watched out for me and made sure that I had a way to get to school. I lived in the back of garages that people gave me to live in and did chores for my keep. If Ted did not drive me to school I would have had to leave my high school. I would be out of it's district. No one knew that I lived such a life I was homeless before it became popular. Ted was also a geek; a real uber geek. The movie, "Twilight", in many ways is our story only without the vampire theme. I was Bella and he was Edward. I acted a lot like the character, I didn't fit in and I knew it. I was different so I was quiet and an introvert. I lived in my music and art. They were my escape and I always looking forward to being with Ted. How my heart would race just seeing him. When he was gone it was like a shadow of death hovering over me. He would light up the entire world. He was my world. To say that I live for him would be an understatement. I have written hundreds of poems about him; some of them you have read. Is he a phantom or a figment of my imagination? NO! He really is all that I say he is and more; much, much more. I don't want heaven if I can't be with him, for heaven would not be heaven if he were not with me. I don't want any rewards; the only reward I want is to continue to love and serve him. He is all I need, all I want and in my eyes he never ages for he is always beautiful, noble, just, and kind. These pictures are four of the series, "The Protector." I hope you like them as much as I enjoyed creating them. Ted was truly heaven-sent and to this day I don't know where I would be without him. 
14 years ago
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I Waited for You
In my youth, watching the sun set and rise in the sky;
14 years ago
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TIME
 I usually write poems but today I wish to talk about a subject I find most disturbing. I am an editor for a yearbook publishing company. I have been with them now for 14 years. It is a seasonal job, which means that we are laid off sometimes for four months. I am 61 years old and the only enemy I have is: "TIME". I return to work every year wishing that I did not have to be there but there are bills. Both my husband and I work for them and each season we can hardly wait to start our lives again. We have so many interests. There is so much out there to see, learn, and do; a whole great big world, … just waiting to be discovered. I am a violinist. How I wish I had the time to master this lovely instrument. I am a muralist getting too old to paint sets and murals. All the pictures I have not yet done I can see in my head finished. Then there is the sculpting I have wanted to do. I took ceramics years ago at a college and loved it. How I loved throwing pots, not only at my husband. I get excited going to art and photography expo's, so many ideas, so many great minds. Then there are the music fairs, symphonies, blues, I could go on and on and on. Right now I am listening to the Jackie Gleason Orchestra, … wow! now there was a man who lived life to the fullest. TIME, how fleeting it is, how much of it is wasted. Many have told me that I am quite an artist but when I look at the thousands of minds that are out there, I swell up inside. There are so many that are far more accomplished than I. I am humbled and honored, how incredible God is to have created beings with such possibilities and promise. I know many of my friends on "Shine" have expressed such kind and loving words, viewing my art and writings. It is a humbling experience and I thank you with all my heart. I would like to quote Jackie Gleason: "Most of my success was luck. Talent? God gave me that. Can't take credit for talent." The saddest thing I hear every year from the people returning to work is how bored they were. They could hardly wait to return, running out of things to do. I look at the young adults as well as those my age and older, and wonder, "Why???". I would give anything to have the knowledge I presently do and be younger. How much more I could have accomplished. I look all around me and see all these empty faces. I listen each year to the same platitudes and wonder, "Why?". Nothing ever changes, year after year these people saying the same things, doing the same things and I ask, "Why? ". I could live forever and never get bored, so much to learn, so much to experience, so much to see. I find it so sad that so many people go through life never even trying to discover what they could really do. They have no idea what is their potential, in many cases they don't care to know. I used to teach a pottery class each year to the Girl Scouts here in this small town. When I arrived here I became so despondent. I was laid off from Honeywell in Phoenix after 17 years, with 5,000 others. I moved here to this small town with my late husband. Here I found so many lost people, doing the same things, … never venturing forward. Like always, the children were filled with such wonder. Little sponges grabbing onto everything they could learn and wanting more; much, much more. So rather than stay in a mode of despondency I looked around at the children and thought, "What if? " What if I were to teach them pottery in the basement of this large home? I owned all my own machines. I did just that and what a thrill it was watching these eight and ten year old kids. While I was teaching them, they were teaching me. They came in first place at the fair for the first time. I taught them how to make "Ugly Mugs". Watching them get turned on to life was the greatest thrill I have ever experienced. It saddens me to hear anyone tell me how they are so bored. How sad it is to be so afraid to just try different things. Some people tell me that it takes money, ... in a country so lush with beauty and free things to do and learn. Then there were those who refused to even venture outside the area they live in. All these people complaining how bored they are and I ask, "why?". I edit year books from all over the world. I see students excited to try new things meet new friends. All their hopes, plans, fears, exploding from the smiles behind their faces. All the aspirations, so full of life, so beautiful. When I first came here from Arizona, I could not get a job. I was over-qualified for everything. I took a job as a Nurse's Aid; had to be trained, it was short lived, but a real learning experience. There I was; caring for and watching people die. I found it disturbing that out of mouths of the dying, the one phrase most expressed; " IF I COULD HAVE IT TO DO ALL OVER AGAIN, I WOULD HAVE". These poor souls would pour out their hearts to me, of all the wondrous things they had wanted to do and didn't. Realizing that they could have done them but in most cases too afraid to try. In most cases it had little to do with money or circumstance, just fear or the unwillingness or motivation to try. Please don't wish; DO! Be that child, don't be afraid to live! Don't be bored, THERE IS A WHOLE WORLD OUT THERE JUST WAITING! I am often told that I am a dark person, that I write on the dark side. I would apologize for this but I can't because now, especially at 61, my past is far greater than my future. I will also say that the rest of my life will continue to be a great adventure. It sometimes becomes an adventure just battling all the things this body throws at me. Getting into my clothes can even be an adventure. I am happy to say that; ... for the most part I have lived a rich and full life. I would have changed some things, but very few. I will not apologize if I have succeeded in making anyone feel a little uneasy and maybe brought about a tear. If I did that and it made that person change their life where they wanted to venture out and really come alive, then - as dark as I may be - I have accomplished something great. Thank you my friends on "Shine", for all your kind words. Mary Deskins Bruner 
14 years ago
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I Am a Machine
 I Am a Machine. I was formed like the trees, leaves, flowers, plants, the essence of this earth He loved me, this wonderful Artist, creating me; He, my Master before birth All that I do, thoughts, gifts, talents, everything I could ever think to create I am a machine, designed by His own hands, designed in love to serve, not hate I was given many gifts, talents, chips carefully placed inside this machine's head Used for the betterment of man, not like others using their gifts for hatred instead We credit so much to man, the blind pillars of churches, governments, all destined to die. The Creator, this loving Artist, waiting, for us to wake up, seeing the truth from the lie I look at my appendages knowing that He designed them with the intentions to serve The very life I now live as a machine, so many gifts He showers on me, I don't deserve Realizing that there is not a thought that I could think that has not been thought before Pride ourselves no longer of our greatness, a part of a grid, extending from shore to shore We are His handy work, given a life, to love and cherish, grow, develop and share Not destroying, hiding behind pillars of righteousness, knowing how we don't care I know the music I play, the paintings I create, the writings, everything that I am Movement of rocker arms, joints, pumps, lines, fluids, because of Him is why I can I was formed like the trees, leaves, flowers, plants, the essence of this earth He loved me, this wonderful Artist,creating me, He my master before birth I am a machine, I look at my fingers as they move with such skill and grace I peer in the mirror at my eyes, cameras capturing pictures of His earth and lovely space I hear my heart beat, my lungs taking in air, the wind brushing the sensors of my hair What an Artist He is, so many wonderful things He created for all of us to share. I look at the many machines around me all in confusion, hatred, greed and strife I find it sad they cannot see this great Artist lovingly; He created them, giving them life Hatred of the different types, colors of the other machines, each unique in every way This great Artist made each one with such love, each color, each shape, all out of clay I thank this wonderful Artist, with love for Him, I am humbled for I know what I am I am His handy work, a machine created to serve and beautify this grid, all that I can I was formed like the trees, leaves, flowers, plants, the essence of this earth He loved me; this wonderful Artist,creating me, He my master before birth by Mary Deskins Bruner 
14 years ago
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The Duchess
 The Duchess There she stands regally on the corner of this silvery moon and snow filled street The windows of her eyes seem to beckon, "Come in", to each person she would meet I thought, how hauntingly beautiful the lines of time etched upon her face She had weathered the winds of the ages with such charm and grace I stood there cold, yet stunned; the wind seemed to bring to my ears a soft cry "Is she weeping?" I asked, "it is like the sound of someone old and weak about to die" In all her glory she stood, such beauty; yet there was all this rot, emptiness, and decay Her life now removed, the parts of her outer garb torn, robbed, and carried away There I was staring at her face; a voice touched my ears that cold wintery night I tried to run away but my heart felt such pain, such sadness, I overcame my fright She bid me, "Come inside and make yourself warmer from the cold winter snow." I knew she could not really speak, yet so much more about her I needed to know I went in; how magnificent the entry, parque flooring, how beautiful the halls The murals and moldings, the gingerbread, the stain glass windows, and the walls I was without words, a fog like a beautiful carpet filled the floors of every room There was her soft voice again, "Enjoy what you see, there is nothing here but doom "My days are numbered, the memories of the lives spent here will no longer be A parking lot for cars is what will take my place, I won't be remembered, no history" It took a while for me to speak; maybe it was the cold or maybe it was just the fear She continued to tell me such great stories of all the families she had held so dear. I felt such sadness that night wandering through this house lit by the shimmering moon I felt this thing touch my foot; looking down it was this old fashioned child's first silver spoon Time seemed to stand still as the voice told the child's story of a love lost to war and pain She grew up there and in her youth she had wed, her husband she lost never to love again It was not all a loss, for she carried his son who grew up becoming the love of her life They all lived in this house, he became the mayor, with three lovely children and a wife I looked out the door and on the grounds there stood that dreadful sign, "Destruction" it spelled All the lives, all the grand balls, all the laughter and the tears, ... gone all that she once held I finally was able to speak; sadness overcame my fear as I asked, "Do you have a name?" "The Duchess". Yes, progress will destroy her; children born to no history, no roots, how insane I said my goodbyes with tears in my eyes, watching the wrecking crew bringing down their ball I heard her breath as she went to her death just another Victorian gone, history and all. Mary Deskins Bruner 
14 years ago
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The Fires of Hell
 The Fires of Hell<img src="http://media.zenfs.com/en-US/blogs/partner/mr_206c00aa2dea8b.jpg" width="400" height="302" alt="" > The fires of hell, all is destroyed; the earth has become but a flame Men, women, children all murdered, nothing's left; who is to blame? Could it be the butcher in the stores that carves our meat? Or could it even be the sanitation crews that clean our street? Blame them not for mans' selfishness, violence, ignorance and greed It's our apathy and willingness; we've all planted this deadly seed It's in our toys, novels, movies, games, music, everywhere we look War is glorified by the profiteers, rejoicing at the lives they took In war, there are no winners, mother earth has just been raped She lies there almost lifeless, in her own blood she is now draped Our children we nurture, our boys are taught with toys that battle is fun As a man, real life hits him, his "bud" dead, but the enemy is on the run We cheer our young men in the arenas, sports become their battlefield To the pagan gods we offer our young men,their lives we willingly yield Money keeps flowing, bodies are destroyed, filling the pockets of the profiteers Broken bones, disabilities, death - the price theses warriors have paid for years The Roman Empire was thought to be ruthless their games of blood and cold They would be very proud of us as a people, if the truth were ever to be told Children filled with so much joy and wonder, precious to our very sight Conditioned from birth, the glory of winning is most important in a fight This sick ole earth will always be a battlefield in one way or another We will always be looking for better ways of destroying it and each other The human condition is the excuse we give, we call ourselves "The Beast" We leave our churches, in front of our TV's, we drink war's bloody feast They say that it will all end someday, when God rests His foot upon this earth Some will cheer, not the profiteers, for theirs is a hatred of Him from birth Until that time comes; lives will be lost, the bands will keep marching with each play All the while lying to ourselves, the price is not too much, because victory is on its way The fires of hell, all is destroyed, the earth has become but a flame Men, women, children all murdered, nothing's left, NOW WHO IS TO BLAME? Mary Deskins Bruner 
14 years ago
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Who is He
<img src="http://media.zenfs.com/en-US/blogs/partner/mr_2ca4e64b1505a1.jpg" width="400" height="302" alt="" > Who is he that takes my very breath away? He that I live for day after day after day He haunts my every thought, he reaches into my soul The touch of his hand, his voice, to him I relinquish all control My body longs, it craves to be united with him Losing all sight of self, as becoming part of his limb He need not speak; yet I know his every command He is a tender master that rules with a gentle hand All that I am or could ever imagine to be It's because his love nurtures and encompasses me Who is he that takes my very breath away? He that I live for day after day after day Each moment I long for a glance, his voice, a touch As important as the air I breathe, how I love him so much His body, so beautiful, engulfing mine Two united into one; living only to entwine He is my master, lord of all, I am bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh I drink his love and bask in his grace, he does me refresh The compass that guides my way, how I love his embrace All I hear, see and know, all directions leads to his face Who is he that takes my very breath away? The one that I live for day after day after day Mary Deskins Bruner
14 years ago
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A Servant's Heart
 A Servant's Heart It was once asked, "What is the highest position a human could hold?" A true servant, no other position so high, exalted, or bold. I thought, "A servant?", there has to be something wrong, it cannot be; They are a nothing, they have nothing; why - they are not even free! God then spoke, saying, "Let's see this world of a servant, what does it entail?" His master's every possession placed in his care no matter how valuable or frail The overseer of many of his most secret transactions, entrusted with it all From the wedding of a daughter, or the importance of a grand ball When his master is old and starting to become frail and weak It is his faithful servant, often the only company he will seek A servant's heart; a person who serves - not by force - but his own choice Love for his master is like none other; he responds only to that one voice His pleasure is knowing that the job he performs is always well done Knowing the importance of his position, he proudly serves from sun to sun He is his master's right hand; his confidant; seeing to his every need His importance is beyond words as he helps his master succeed. In many cases for the faithful servant to fail could be the end of them both So he serves with all his heart, to his master he gives his loyalty oath A faithful servant, worth far more than all the riches the world can give His love and loyalty to his master, a servant by choice, he does live The love of his master to him is given with all honor, trust, and glory God then smiled as He said, "This is not fiction but a very true story". A servant is the highest position that can be held by any woman or man Serving with all their heart - by choice - every time they can. Mary Deskins Bruner 
14 years ago
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Moment of Rapture
 All day, all night, my mind possessed, a willing capture Becoming feverish, waiting for that moment of rapture His hands move gently across my body and my mind Tingling, tantalizing, anticipating; two minds so entwined My breasts wanting, yielding, firm and forever erect His fingers move like a maestro; fine-tuned, so perfect All that I feel, all that I know, this moment's so sublime A man, a maestro, whose love and passion is his only crime The room is filled with pheromones, a sweet intoxication Bodies savoring every moment, every heightened sensation My body, tremulous, yields to him in a created splendor My will soon becomes his, all that I am I now surrender Every part of my being now burns with this passionate fire Completely enslaved by its never-ending pulsating desire He moves toward me with that look, that familiar glance My heart now races so fast into this fever-like dance One moment away from him is like being in an empty grave All that I am, my very being I have given to him to enslave When this sweet madness slows down, our bodies then part Like an addiction the fever starts building, longing to restart All day, all night and forever, my mind is a willing capture The fever overcomes me, waiting for that moment of rapture Mary Deskins Bruner
14 years ago
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The Lover
<img src="http://media.zenfs.com/en-US/blogs/partner/mr_2afd84da374f40.jpg" width="291" height="386" alt="" > Take my hand, journey with me into the caverns of your mind Leaving all thought, inhibitions, all that you know behind If it's possible that our bodies join, never to separate or depart, Let this wondrous process not be delayed, let it begin, feel it start Let our bodies move into each other, a slow rhythmic dance The rhythm increases into a crescendo of passion and romance Hear me, touch me, and feel me, as you relinquish all control As I slowly move into your being, possessing your very soul I am your lover; you know my touch, my voice, feel my breath Take my hand as I guide you into a world, a sensuous labyrinth Breathing quickens, your pulse rapidly beats, gazing into my face I shall hold you, taste you, and feel you in each and every embrace As your lover; each and every nuance of you etched deep within me Our minds and bodies now united into one, wanting never to be free Take this journey with me deep into the caverns of your mind Feel me encompass you, our bodies forever now entwined Mary Deskins Bruner
15 years ago
Love + Sex
Never Seeing the Beauty of the Real You
It never ceases to amaze me, how people don't see how beautiful they are. My husband - the super geek - is a good example. You know the thin kid with the giant coke bottle glasses that has a brain larger than his body. I use him as my model a lot, ... great subject! The sad thing is: too often people let the dictates of our society tell them what is beautiful. We all want to be different, be an individual, yet we all look alike wearing the same trends hoping to blend in and be accepted. As an artist for stage make-up and set design, I can tell you, ... you are probably a lot more beautiful than you imagine. We just did a photo shoot of Michael Gardner the poet. We just met this very gifted man through a friend a few days ago. My husband - the super geek - and I thought the same thing, ... wow! what a great subject for our portfolio. Michael didn't think we could do much with him but what the heck, ... let's go for it. Five hours later we had some really great pictures with which to work. People look at the silver screen and awe (aaaaaahhhh) at the beauty of the actors. When you take the make-up off them, guess what? ... they look ordinary. Gary Oldman, ("Immortal Beloved", "Dracula", "The Scarlet Letter") now there is a man who looks hot! Off the set he is as ordinary as the next guy, but how he can make the heart stop when viewed at the movies. A person needs not have the perfect face, the fact should be known that those who do have perfect faces are often not photogenic. It is the flaws that are on the face, that in many cases make the photo look good. I am not saying that Michael is not a great subject; he is. So are the many we have photographed. After the shoot, they look at themselves in awe. We must overcome the sad self-image that the subject has, and then, "look out world here I come!" Michael's poems are wonderful, and so is the man. Here is a photo of him we just finished. If you would like to see more of him, stop by my Facebook; Mary Deskins Bruner. I have posted several photos of my husband and some of the others we have shot. Funny even though you may not think that clothes make the man. That BIG SILVER SCREEN, tells it all. People not only look different when they dress up, they act differently. What a beautiful world with so much beauty to take in and enjoy!<img src="http://media.zenfs.com/en-US/blogs/partner/mr_229b09752e074a.jpg" width="302" height="400" alt="" >
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