I've never felt so much so quickly yet so at pace as it's taken its time.
Yet when we speak I feel every emotion I've ever had for you all at once, like a firework show of the heart In a conversation
That lasts not even a half hour.
Your tears well up as the memories do the same
And dry as quick as crazy glue
Stuck somewhere in the back of your mind, kept for the time when your thoughts
Wander to happy, for when you're happy you envelope happiness in the world like you are
The blanket, the protector from the things in the Dark. Nothing can hurt you under the blanket
Though you cannot climb underneath yourself and feel safe.
Crawl under me now and feel love won't you please, without the threat of darkness.
And love so big, love so large you also fall. There is no guilt in feeling loved, no shame in being happy.
Memories will come loosened from your past, float in, projected like a movie in a private cinema. Stand up, walk out. No, the past is not the future if you choose it not to be. I see one so small, so strong, so weak, so hurt, so brilliant, so loving, so meek, so much better than those who chop at your feet. STAND UP, walk out. You've walked too long for the love that you seek. You are worthy. You are worthy. You are worthy of love. I will say it till you hate me as so often I have. You are worthy of love, to be happy and free...Just as you are. You are worth it to me.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
When she's happy she's still sad
Cracks a smile and she laughs
Wears a mask that she can't stand at all
You are love and I will love you
As good as I know Love,
As hard as I know Love,
As long as I know Love,
She dances wild like she's mad
Absorbs music with through her skin
Wears headphones like a shield that won't let her hurt again
I 'm not perfect but I will love you
As strong as you are Love
As good as you are Love
As much as you are Love
Though I'm not worthy of her hand
She lives for me, but not for her
I will hold it till she sees the beauty in that polished sand
I know we've fallen, but I will stand if you do
As tall as you can Love
As long as you can Love
I know that you can Love
When darkness falls I will still love you
And know the sun someday will find you
And so will I Love, and so will I Love
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
How sad it is and how how veiled are we. How ashamed we should be. Staring into the mirror we tell ourselves of the imperfections we see. We cry out "UGLY". Pound our fists and beat our chests.
We mustn’t be fooled anymore, I plea, be incredulous of the Magician, for you know in the end there is no truth to his magic, only a master of slight of hand. He is nothing but an illusionist, and a charlatan if he claims to be anything more. We are being fooled in that polished sand. Every imperfection you see, darling, you're being fooled.
Imperfections are the first illusions of human nature, older than the oldest profession. I cry in sorrow at how carelessly we forget, so much and so often. We tell each other that love is the scarlet fog that blinds us from the “truth” of imperfection. We show pity for the fool in love, we laugh and judge, for he wears rose colored glasses. Oh what fools are WE! To think love, LOVE, as the fog that blinds us from seeing another truly. From seeing ourselves in our perfect beauty.
You forget so readily that the only truth is perfection. Insecurity is the mist, shame and fear the haze and fog that blind the world. And Hate, hate is the great illusionist. Hate of others, and hate in your self. The only truth in your reflection is perfection. Love is that veil lifted, we wear glasses for what else but to see clearly when we are blind.
Now speak these words aloud, repeat them and believe them. Let them burn in your brain for there are no other truths besides this. You are perfect, you are beautiful, desirable, you are worthy of all the love and joy that this dark world still possesses. Don't let that fog of sadness, and of the scared blind masses keep you from seeing how beautiful you are. Love yourself, smile into the mirror in the morning at the perfection that you see. I love you. And if your vision is blurred, take my glasses
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
I hope when the world ends
And the universe turns in on itself
You are holding my hand
And In that infinate collapse
We disappear as one, eternal
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
I feel like you've held me for two hundred years
In Parisian gardens I gave the alarm to
the gentleman at your back
Hungrily at want for your touch.
I stayed in your hands at arms length.
I was there the Tsar's palace, I kept you company
As the ball carried on, a dance you knew well.
Reflecting the curve of your smile
Reassuring you of your beauty with each lull in the waltz.
You brought me closer to your lips.
And hung in your townhouse to keep you company
As guard I stood watch
Shining the light on the love of my life
As you sipped your morning coffee by the window
And listened and sighed
To the jazz of the cars in Time Square.
To day once again in the Country I'm here
A mirror you found at an old rummage sale
Beautifully patina-ed, tarnished though worn,
I'm worn. Lacking luster and shine
What use has one with a mirror like that anymore.
But you are light and lovely
You found me again in a place in your heart
Care at a cost, hours lost at polish.
And try as I might I needed your touch to make me shine again.
This morning I saw you in me
Not the woman I knew, arms sore from scouring my face
Brow heavy in your labor of love, but still the curve of that smile.
I beg you please open then curtains and let in the light!
Lay down your weary soul and rest. I am done, I am here!
I've taken your radiance, Love made me anew.
It's time that you see them reflected in you.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.
About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.
I lived in the prairies
before I got to know you
and I did not wait love but I was
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.
What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.
And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.
But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.
And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved.
To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.
You came to my life
with what you were bringing,
made
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and Like this I need you,
Like this I love you,
and to those who want to hear tomorrow
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,
and let them back off today because it is early
for these arguments.
Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
When rain on your windshield is falling in sheets,
And you're dreaming of yours back home
Know I'm right by your side in this car warm and dry.
To help keep your wet eyes to the road.
Yes the sun can be bright and may blind you.
Baby don't drop your eyes, oh no
Lift up your chin high, put your shades on and smile,
And keep your warm eyes on the road.
And the monsters are ghosts now, but if you hear their song
Sing your own "I am worth more than gold".
Remember those ghosts in the rear view are gone,
Always keep your bright eyes on the road.
It's that mirror we came from, that's where we've been.
And you've seen all my darkness, been burned in my sin.
Somehow grew an angel, born within Satan's den.
She is innocence, beauty, and one devilish grin.
And though tires wear thin, our wheels always will spin.
So drive darling drive, though you'll struggle, they'll spin
Decide to be happy, let it grow from within.
It's your choice, no one else, when your life will begin.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
That smile you smiled, that laugh you laughed
I knew it so well but what did I know. All I know
Is I know nothing and you know me. Show me
You show me. Give me your hand. Will it burn?
With passion and shame and hope and hurt we are,
I am, you are. The best, I am not, the best, you are. I
Want you to have the best, I want to be. The Best.
Your amber eyes bless my dreams
I'm a green eyed monster, envy, jealous, love and pain.
A ghost in your nightmares
Love's seeds sewn in a desert heart bloom too late
Too late? Broken through the soil they shoot towards the sun
So fast, so fast.
Reaching for you with each petal to yours, a work of art.
Choking you with my roots, as a ****
That smile you smiled, that laugh you laughed
Oh God don't stop, not now. Let my dead body
Nourish the roots, stem and leaf with my flesh
Let me become you. And I will die for you.
Like I let you die for me. Take what you gave me
Grow. No weeds to choke and bring you lower
Your every day take me and grow
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC
I don't remember how he died
I was standing by his side
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
We're all tired
But my problem comes when
I fall asleep
I dream of you.
So what reason do I have to
Shut my eyes
When dreams have to wait for me to wake
I should never need sleep at all.
When I do wake every dream becomes nightmare.
Not for how real my dreams of you become each night.
But for how in waking it dawns
The love and life and moments
With my flesh and flawless dream girl
I've foolishly lost in sleeping.
Why do I close my eyes at all.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC