We're the generation that doesn't believe in love and love has no value or purpose. It's so easy for us to meet the love we think we require through a virtual world of electronic sites. Claiming you can meet the love of your life right here right now. Love doesn't simply exist in this world. How could it when you have so many ways to find it? Therefore, it's not the kinda love that's pure and rare. The love that your grandparents or parents that are still together after 50 plus years know. How they've struggled through the good and bad moments, fighting for their love til their dying days. Knowing their partner was the right choice and never second guessing.
We're the generation, surrounded by non believers, it's hard to keep love afloat. Still there's apart of me that wants to show them that no matter what, love does exist. True love and maybe even soul mates do, still exist? That being married and having the right partner to grow old with does exist? That real men are still out there and if treated right and cared for will have your back and be everything you ever wanted. You know it's takes a good strong woman to build a beautiful life, but she needs to feel loved and secured by her man. Hence, always reassured that he's still in love with her.
We're the generation that's so easily to dispose of love and people. Sadden by this reality, I will fight for my marriage and not be apart of the norm. Cause our love will surpass all obstacles. I don't want to end up like my disposable generation, so quick to lose what's real. I want to invest and take the time and keep loving the same parnter over and over again and finding new ways to keep our love strong. Marriage does have meaning, it's not suppose to be a joke. It's supposed to be through thick and thin. Besides, you know with this person you are a better person. They helped breathe new life into you and showed you how to be loved. Not to mention maybe even challenged you to be better than you thought you could ever be. Love does have value and to know love like that is rare.
We're the generation missing out on what the world really needs. What people searching their whole lives looking for? Never really knowing what pure unconditional love is. Always expecting disappointment. Perhaps there is a secret to a long and happy marriage that nobody ever tells you, but I'm willing to find out.
We're the next generation they're  gonna be reading about later on and so forth. I want them to know that love did in fact exist in some cases, it did. And they were the lucky ones.

Those eyes how they pierce into me and see all that I am. It's almost as though he's toying with me. He knows the way my body works. It's as though he finds pleasure in teasing me.
Those eyes how they pierce into me and see all that I am. He knows he has me and I've become submissive to his touch. So weak to his needs, only wanting to be everything he needs.
Those eyes how they pierce into me and see all that I am. Usually I have such control but he has me under his spell. Once again he has me wrapped around his little finger and he lets me know I am only his and his alone.

Blow of Mercy...
Hands reaching for their match
Feet slowly moving forward
And two separate beings
Melding perfectly into one
with a strike of purification
Dagger strikes and she blurs
The only words needed
Across the expanse of repel
That wipes all magical resistance
Swirling in a jungle of darkness
Feeling as though her awkwardness
His complete shyness are gone
Replaced with Degen aura slow and her blurity
Letting herself be free from every in-comings
Releasing the Blow of Mercy and simply
Existing in that moment
Revealing in each strike and critical blood shots
Losing herself with his Guardian of Angel
And feeling that battle rages
Of being much merciful
Where she feel beautiful
with 5 more to go......

We sang to remember the moments that had ready passed us by. The moments when the wind flew through our hair as we drove towards the lake on that summer night.

We laughed so hard our stomachs threatened us with a six pack & a good time. Pulling off the side of the road to laugh a little longer than we needed to.

The moments we so often forget; I live for those. Stargazing on docks, skinny dipping on rocks. Wandering through the woods in the night, hoping the Mosquitos don't bite. Deer omens and sweating a little to much; remembering the simple times, a simple touch.

To be young. To be free.
I want to live this way forever.

the crescent moon, bent
like Arjuna's bow
draws her ink-dark arrow across all heaven

she is first to intersect venus, then mars,
then on in one omniscient arc to trace
the centre of being

across skies, across eons
across all beginnings, endings,
all that is and was

long to outlast all human experience
and all that can be foreseen


MChallis © 2015

My dear friend, how is life treating you?
Do you still watch the stars every night like we used to,
Or do you watch the ceiling in the dark like I do?

My dear friend, how is life treating you?
Do you still hum tunes when you get bored,  
Or do you think of me like I think of you when the lights go off?

My dear friend, how is life treating you?
Do you still cruise down the streets like we did,
Or do you walk alone, like I do, hoping that our paths would meet?

My dear friend, how is life treating you?
Do you still smile as bright,
Or do you now have to hide?

My dear friend, how is life treating you without me?
I hope you're not falling apart like I am without you beside me.