a lyric from Plaisir D’Amour (1),
these singed edged memories,
the grievous tingling tinge of
lost love,
last a lifetime,
can reappear symptomatically,
with crystalline purity,
for longer then any ejaculatory
momentary spasmodic instant
joyous vibes of a hallelujah salutation
Grief, Why It Even Can:
erode away the smooth
s skin casing of years of
effective affection,
a long term construction project
of a million individual additions
*why then
is pain so long lived,
grief never brief,
but deep rooted,
and pleasing data
so easily
overlooked, pushed away by the*
“sharp edge of a short knife?”
why
does the low, slow beat of a sad song
bear down,
demands endless woeful
exhalation&repetition,
and
reversus,
the celebration tuning of a happy
days are here again,
an us, a wee-two-too~together,
always hummable but not
overly memorable?
I posit no solution
but whenever I think of
human
it is of the soft tissues outlining
our long bruised wounds of suffering,
that rise up
from deepest within
flooding the plains
of our thin~skinned senses
colliding and collectively
rendering us imbolized
do you have an answer?
cheap confess
do not know
no answer
but believe now
it is a
seasoned characteristic
that is genetic,
the sum of thousands of years of
the harsh
struggling of lives hard worked
where the life balance
is ar best a sometime thing,
*and the really real is
grief that lasts a lifetime*
Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 9:02 PM UTC
I'm not going to tell you something that you haven't heard a million times before,
It's not going to be anything new or inspirational, you won't jump out of your seat but I just want to ask you this one question: Where are you right now... And where do you wish you were?
Now a lot of people complain about where they are in life,
Oh I'm too fat, oh no body likes me, I'm too slow, I'm not strong enough, I'm not smart enough.
But when you ask them how they spend their time it's funny how they never spend time doing the things they say they want to be good at.
A person who hates to be fat spends most of their time eating food, and a person who hates being called dumb only watched tv.
So I say to you,
If you change the way you look at things,
The things you look at change.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
Don't approach a dog unknown to you
Holding out your hand, making eye contact
You may frighten him
Let him come to you
Don't write a poem uninspired
It won't work out
In good time
Let it come to you
Don't go out there seeking love
Like a child with a butterfly net
Live your life
Let it come to you
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
You, boy, have been
On my mind
My sanity lately
Has been difficult to find
Ive been wondering what
You do in your spare time
Are you thinking about me
No it's not a crime
To think about the past
And our past persons too
Because I've been thinking about you
And your point of view
I think about you holding me
And your lips touching mine
I think of the fire works we watched
The kisses stolen waiting in line
So do you still think of me
I still think of you
Please still think of me
I still want you
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
Those quiet nights
Our silly fights
Your beautiful eyes
And cute little lies
All your little things
Can I have you back, please?
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
Dear heart
Of him you are
But in you I see
How you have many scars
Of times when you were opened to wide
Opened to fast
Opened with an invisible knife
Which was then ripped out
To leave a mark forever.
So many scars and stitches
And bandaids and bruises
And so many broken pieces put back in.
And I am so sorry.
Dear heart
You beat in the both of us
For the first time there is this new feeling
Something so foreign and different.
We don't understand
And we don't know how.
We open up to early like normal
But this time it seems different.
That's what they say everytime
But this time its the truth.
Something is so different.
I am careful of his wounds
I clean his scars
I take out his stitches.
I put on every single bandaid
And am careful not to rip them off.
I forgot hearts could handle so much.
And I am so sorry.
My dear heart.
I took so much time caring for his heart
That I forgot that you need to be cared for
And that you too have unhealed scars
And you too have bruises.
I took so much time healing his heart
And forgot to heal you
That when his heart was beating normal
It beat so loud to try and find its echo
In the chambers of another heart
But you my dear heart forgot to beat loud enough
And so he didn't hear you
And went to another beat.
And you were left with another wound
And no one to sew it up.
And I am so sorry.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
I get lost a lot.
The first time was when he
Said to me no one loves me
And then there I heard this
Crazy, new idea this
Foreign to me concept of
Get lost.
And so I decided to hide
In background vocals
And side hallways
In taking the long way around
Just to avoid the awkward stares
In deciding that getting lost
Meant gaining this super power
Of complete invisibility
And then I was introduced to words
And in words I found
You can get lost but not disappear
In words you can lose all you have
And gain something so much more
And I started to get lost in the words
In all the late night adventures
In far off places
And forbidden love stories
Which prepared me to then
Get lost.
Get lost in your eyes
Lost in your smile
Lost in the beautiful,
Wonder of someone like you
Lost in the things you say only to me
Lost in the way you sneak sideways glances
Lost in the way you meet my eyes across the room
So lost in all of this perfect story
That I was so lost when you finally said to me
No one loves you.
And I was lost
In a place I had already been.
In a familiar state I felt lost.
My heart hit the ground
Seeping through the cracks
And no one was there to help me pick it up
And I got lost.
So lost I was deciding how to get lost,
No get gone.
How could I, in a matter of seconds, disappear.
Words had stopped working and,
As I had been told before no one loves me
So I can get lost
And no one would have to pretend to notice.
I had driven and got lost,
On the side of some bridge
So far away I couldn't remember the last time I stopped to ***
But it didn't matter because I would no longer be
And then out of nowhere
And I mean literally nowhere
He was there.
The one who started all this roller coaster of disappearing.
He was there.
The one who wrote the words in which I had disappeared.
He was there.
The one with whom I ran away to disappear.
He was there.
In all of these moments, in all of these tears.
He was there.
He had no capacity nor reason to disappear
Because I need Him.
He is love, and He is delight and He is wonder.
He is here.
And there is no greater person I would rather love
Than the one walks with my long lost soul.
Guiding me back to the place
Where no one can get lost.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
I am not afraid of love.
I am afraid of being hurt beyond repair.
I am afraid of giving my all to one,
Who may not always be there.
I am afraid of losing myself
And never finding my way back.
I am afraid of falling in love--
If you aren't falling back.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC