People are shallow, so ready to cheat and steal
to say that love lives only
as a quid pro quo package deal
“give me everything you have
and I'll lend my heart for you
To exploit”
Its transactional
Its practical
Its a dog eat dog world
So they take and they plunder
Divest and hollow of all joy
******* life for minute, dilute droplets
of “happiness” in different ploys
give me this
give me that
Let me take all you have
To hide yourself from darkness
by shrouding yourself in more.
Is a fate worse than any,
And a mindset unthinkably poor
It is to hold your own head down
In a puddle of mud and expect not to drown
And to call that mud by any other name
Does not change its nature.
Make me happy
Make me happy
But happiness is found within.
It is in a connection
Untainted with sin
To truly love one another,
Not rivals, not masters.
Is to be servants of the light
Love is forgiveness.
It is unconditional,
It is true,
I do not need you to love me
For me to LOVE you
True love is untainted,
By greediness.
By lust.
It is to CARE for all people
And in the Divine to trust.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 4:41 PM UTC
You make me unsure of everything
Confused and disoriented
One day, soon- I hope
To see your face
And know for sure
Undoubtedly and entirely
That you
Are mine.
As much
I am yours.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 6:51 AM UTC
I do not yearn for the frenzied fire,
that sizzles, rages and burns.
Or bolts of lighting that streak across the sky,
scorching the air with their striking demand.
Nor do I wish for the unpredictable
excitement of color filled fireworks to light my nights
whistling, booming and crackling loud and bold.
No. I wish upon the twinkling night stars
that have steadily sung for eons,
the quiet, iridescent shine of the moon
that dependably follows her infallible cycle.
I yearn for those cooling, quite whispers of
the gentle wind, who though whimsical in her moods
is always there to breathe life into my lungs.
Give me those winds.
Jan 12, 2024
Jan 12, 2024 at 3:04 AM UTC
there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us
i,
too,
rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his
and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his
but he stood up
and left
and maybe he knew,
it was for the better.
Jan 5, 2024
Jan 5, 2024 at 5:09 PM UTC
I know I am as weak as I allow myself
And as strong as I make myself
For that is the truth of weakness and strength.
Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 4:41 PM UTC
Red cotton thread looped
into a sharp silver needle.
Reliable, sturdy, practiced stitches.
In. Out. In. Out.
A repeated chant
as the needle continues its marching dance,
Its duty and its purpose.
Every ***** drawing with
beads of pretty, crimson blood,
the thread ties together
the pieces that have broken.
And festered and weeped.
it is a never ending
rhythm of reinforcement.
Keep it in, keep it together.
The silver needle does its job.
The red cotton thread wears fast.
Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 3:31 AM UTC
If you never cared,
And never felt,
And never even thought,
Then why’d you
Have to give me
Those lingered looks,
Those secret smiles,
Those whispered words.
Didn’t you know?
what I would give you back?
.
Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 3:11 AM UTC