consuming the most until the bloat
then consume some more

if this is not satisfactory
then there must be more to living

search it out
and practise your find

The month of crescent moons and indigo flamed candles.  
Of burning sage and twinkling hooded lights flickering in frosted windows.  
Of chipped nail varnish and lips chapped with bitter cold.
Of darkened mornings with knitted scarves wrapped beneath pink noses and wet lashes.  
Of lonely evergreens and sleigh bells a distant howl in the wind.

"SOFTLY AND TENDERLY JESUS IS CALLING
CALLING FOR YOU AND FOR ME
SEE ON THE PORTALS HE'S WAITING AND WATCHING
WATCHING FOR YOU AND FOR ME"


She lay in bed under the covers facing the wall .

He sat on the bed facing away .
He sat there for eternity it seemed .

"Are you going to lay down ? Your'e sagging the bed ."

He laid down facing upward

Then she rolled over and looked at him .
For the longest time she didn't move or say anything . Then she rolled back over pulling the covers up

He just laid there , not moving , barely breathing

Fifteen , twenty , thirty minutes
Then she rolls back around and puts her arm
across his chest and snuggles up under his arm

He is surprised , doesn't know what to do
He doesn't want to break the spell

Slowly he puts his hand on her waist and feels a quiver shoot through her , but she says nothing

He breathes easier . . . softer

"COME HOME , COME HOME
YOU THAT ARE WEARY COME HOME
EARNESTLT , TENDERLY
JESUS IS CALLING
CALLING , O SINNER , COME HOME "

death will come unexpected
punctual with purpose
pregnant with itself

Letting go of your feelings
Doesn't mean you no longer love him
But rather you're just accepting
The reality you are living
That he no longer loves you the way you want him to.

It will be a waste of time
To wait for his love
Coz you'll just surely end up
Hurting yourself over and over again
Knowing that it is his love you can never have.

I lost by those questions
About him
Like a dream
That I almost forget
Sketch of his heart
I will never know
Once, I felt the words
Like a flower
Once, I felt the gaze
Like a hug
Once, I felt a smile
Like love
Love like him