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Softly Spoken Mar 2017
In the quiet spaces between words
I missed you
I wonder futilely
I gasp for air
Sometimes The crush of you
Permeating the waking moments
In the spaces between tears
I breathe deep
Seek to control my shuddering chest
Make calm for a second
Then crash down as all the facets overwhelm
Dissolve in self contained loneliness
As I remember that
In the space between touches
Was where I dwelt
Connected yet not
Still this tether remained
I felt your joy
I felt that heavy sorrow in your chest
As if my own
But
In the spaces between text
your printed form says nothing
There is little of you but shields
deflection
Noise
Like understanding can be found in the junkies touch
The slide of *** filling a whole because
In the spaces between ***** is where you live
Using those as you think you're worth
You're a shadow
An avatar
A sad reflection of a man running
Seeking self by losing it
In the process losing me
And lumbering on
Steam-rolling life
With a "*******"
But a broken soul
And in those spaces I can still see you
I still miss what I thought you were
Now that you is no more
You were a dream
You are a phantasm
A glimmer of hope
Not to be trusted with anything as precious as my heart
Not to be given any more of this countenance
This time
No more
I seek those expanses to give me focus
I breathe in this lonely path surrounded by love
Surrounded by those who will fight
for me
When at my most weak
Who love me
Not pay lip service to
Who believe in me because they believe they're worth me
With these I'll stand
So at some stage in those spaces
I'll have peace
And be free
Softly Spoken Mar 2017
How dare you say that about him
With your rage and disgust
Say I must not think that such a creature
as this deserves love
The touch of those that care
Who are you to say what form
For and function this touch shall take and where your judgement ceases
Who are you to state your idolatry is true
Proclaim falsehood in those who's deity has a different face to yours
Like You have the definitive verse
The structure
The nouns to describe something so complex
As he craves this touch
And so does he
That this worship is wrong
Who are you to frame love as such?
Oh but you possess the zealotry
And belief that all are entitled to your vulgarity

When just the simple act of you holding me
Or me holding space
Still and fast, is just
No more than one wishing one
That no harm will come to you
My friend, within these arms

This is not more than a different path to the embodiment
Of similar ideals that you seek to protect with your anger
What's the sum of these actions
These words
They create such a schism
A rift tween what you know of as love
And those you believe do not deserve
Those you consider abomination
Base.
Not understanding that collective savagery builds a gentle soul as much as creates a monster
So tear them limb from limb in your closeted ignorance
Wearing a mantel of charity but with blood on your hands

How do you square that, and still feel you deserve to call yourself human.
Look around
Your fear does not serve you nor make you strong and true
And never will
While I still stand
Nothing ****** me off faster or more effectively than bullies
Softly Spoken Mar 2017
I read these notes
These lost essays
Bland manuscripts of indulgent prattle
I read and read til words blur
Become nonsensical
Strangely monotonous
Then stop myself from being lulled torpid by observing form
The shapely arc of stem
Ligatures defying the very ink printed with
Merging two letters like lovers
Imagining liquid tongues making languid use of diacriticals
Staccato tonal journeys as strange as the homelands I conjure within the cinema of my mind
Exotic women flaunting colour and poise
Men; stoic yet flexible, with eyes that smile as much as mouths do..
They move like raptors and
Then suddenly it's gone!
I'm back in this greyness
Back in this outer world
Reading and reading until words blur
Lost essays
Bland manuscripts
Becoming nonsensical
Strangely monotonous
I day dream. There! I said it! I'm the picture book person who tried to read to educate and just thinks of starlight and unicorns. Give me sci-fi any day.
Softly Spoken Mar 2017
As if in a dream you came to me
I spent a year in a dream with you there
Now
You return night after night
Dressed in rags or
Clothed in finery
Sometimes tempered and alert
Sometimes alive with quick wit and laughter
Once you saved me
You saved what I held dear
Last night you crept into our room and curled up in between us
Woke in our arms
Gifted me fine green glass from Tirol
A Seamrog to forever keep me whole
To keep me safe you said
There was warmth in your eyes
That shy smile on your lips as you gave something of meaning
To someone who means something
I could feel you relax under my arms as we curled up together
Maybe all you were was a dream
Still sometimes you seem more present
A memory summons you and my heart twists
A photo seen
A chuckle remembered
The way the light caught your eyes
It's just dreams
On the outside I look like I'm together
But on the inside I ache
I miss you
Miss stupid chats
Miss hearing your voice
Yet I pushed you away
Just as you pushed me
Now I exist in a vacuum
Sorrow fills the chasms in between
Try to fill the void once occupied with anything
I **** the ache with whatever I can
And thus live with dreams
Only half here
A shell with a you shaped hole in its chest
Haunted by spectres
Grasping at mist
Holding fine green glass

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