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 Feb 2015
Josie
I want reckless love, the deepest kind of love
The "I can't stay away from you" kind of love
The "you are my destiny" kind of love
The "sleep in and I'll make you breakfast" kind of love
The "I can read your mind" kind of love
The "I have butterflies in my stomach when you're near" kind of love
The "I only have eyes for you" kind of love
The "you have my heart and soul" kind of love
The "I can't live without you" kind of love

I want.... I want love
 Feb 2015
Stoney
I remember when back in the day, you used to bound towards my feet.
You'd stop so deadly at my heels,
Sit perfectly for your treat.

Your tail was always wagging.
Your tongue a constant pant.
Your eyes fixated on my stare, waiting for your next command.

You used to prance around in fields,
And wade your way through puddles,
whenever I was upset,
you'd come and give me cuddles,

But now your getting old boy,
and ive got to do right by you,
I've got to give you eternal peace,.
I just wish you only knew,

Just how happy you made me, coming home to you each and every day,
And the greetings that you gave me,
Set me on my way,
No matter what mood I was in, You'd always make me smile.
You were always in my life.
You were my boy.
You were loyal
#death #love #trust #saddness #poem #dogs #animals
(Ideally, the reader is listening to Eugen Cicero's jazz rendition of "Hungarian Rhapsody No.2" by Franz Liszt. Were there only to be a link in the note...)

Everything
going into making this experience even possible
is so ******* incredible
that the very very very very least we could do
is learn how to some ******* respect and gratitude.
If not for the whole Universe,
at least for this opportunity to live
and for One-another
no matter how flawed or unideal the real is
regardless of what your epistemology says we can know real as-
keep it real:
real is what is made of it.
I think that's simultaneously the most frightening and liberating realization that one can have in this life-
say what you will about biology,
I'm quite content that the Body is a Vessel, not a pilot.
Science addresses the realm of the physical.
I have an intuitive suspicion that there's more to the universe and to our 'reality' and to our 'Self' than meets our particular **** Sapiens Sapiens sensory organs.
Of course, that's not to downplay the sacred art of Science,
nor the sacred Science of Art,
but that I simply perceive the Physical as a sort-of crystalline Echo
of that which cannot be perceived, named, or depicted
in any form
other than
Time.
Life.
Experience.
It's the pilot of your body's vessel that I'm trying to address now.

Does that make any sense?

You'd think you'd know if you knew,
but what if you'd just never thought of it like that?

You know-
We all suffering.
We all imperfect.
We works in progress,
but we all worth it.
So, show some ******* respect for this opportunity
and respect it and take heed
when people call it divine or sacred
because it is
even if the people that most often use those words sure are not.

None of that changes what simply is.
We all know that already,
we were born knowing;
t'is remembering that's the problem.

We all came from the same Source.
Everything had to have.
Bring the Source forth through what you do each and every day.
That Source, for lack of a better term, is God.
Or, any of various translations/conversions:
Jehovah, JHWH, Yahweh, Allah, Jah, Zeus, Jupiter.
Even Jesus, or Krishna.. Whatever.
I prefer the concept of the Tao; impersonal.
Pick your brand. You get the idea.

You have the powers of intention and manifestation.
You have the power of attention.
You have the power of choice.
This is why they fear you.
Not people; the Energies:
we're too mercurial for the Gods;
we can't even be trusted with ourselves!


Go all the way or go back-
but there's no going back shy of death,
so I guess we may as well go all the way
while we still have a shot at it.

Thank you for reading/listening.
Blessings upon thy Path.
--
Oh, there is one more thing:
if you can't have a childish and fun-centered sense of humour
about deep, lofty spiritual matters
then *******-
we must attend different schools
'cause I'm independent but draw influence
and you probably should be the same way.

Humor is a fantastic tool.
If your life struggle has not made you callous enough to make dark and twisted jokes about the very nature of the human condition,
I'll have what you're having
and if you're not sharing,
at least hook it up with the hook ups
if they're so worth having.
I mean, that's just etiquette!
;)
..so raw and empowering..

Something between a prayer, rap, meditation, rant and catharsis.


Putting energy out into the universe is a crazy ******* thing.
The thing about energy in the universe is that there's just so ******* much of it.. it's sort-of a big deal.

The thing about the universe is in the energy, man!

Also, Jamo, you were so ******* right.

Parts of this I was practically in tears writing,
at other parts I was even saddened!

I guess that's called "Art?"
Sure, we've got a box for that! Just throw it in!
Just, don't mind the breaking sounds..

This took an hour, and it was done for most of it!
Time to go sip some cool red wine in a warm bath
and see if that doesn't persuade my brain to wind down;
at this point it seems like it'd only be fuel for the fire,
but there's only one way to find out!

ROCK FORTH AND BE KNOWN.

Extra Credit:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9SZL0_1n7I

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 Feb 2015
stargirl
I was alone in the dead of night,
my legs swinging over the side of my bed.
I longed for love,
the kind you write poems about.

blink

I was pushed down in the school corridor,
and some boy I had never seen before
helped me up.
I didn't learn his name until later that day
when I realised I had three classes with him.

blink

We held hands painfully tight,
scared that if a sliver of air
were to get in between us,
we'd crumble into the sea.

Scared that if anything interfered,
our love wouldn't be so special anymore.

Scared that if one of us stopped caring as much as the other,
there'd be no use in saying sorry,
because we're already done for;
we're already specks in the dust.

blink

You haven't been around for a while, and I'm scared you've found somebody new.
You wouldn't tell me if you did, would you?
You never did trust me.

blink

I was emailed last night.
You know what it was,
don't you?
An invitation to your wedding
on the other side of town.

I shook my head,
and pressed the Delete button,
just like you did
to us.
The last part doesn't make sense but...
 Feb 2015
Joe Cole
Yes 60 years ago I did believe
About fairies and mermaids
Elven fires burning bright
Well yes I do still choose to believe
Well why do we adults choose the path
I lose myself in the works of Stevenson
In the the works of Kipling
Masters of there art
But hopefully I bring that art
Into a new world
My world
 Feb 2015
Wanderer
My heart sleeve is tattooed and scattered
Four wind corner scars
Crisscrossing like battle lines
I've drawn in this sand of mine
The roar of your cannon's memory
Explodes loud and clear
Over the muffled cries of those that marked before you
Their leaving was more like a land mind
Blasting craters in my giving soil
That have since filled back in
Where as you hurt as Namazu would
Without Kashima to guard
*Ripping my earth apart
Everyone leaves a mark, no matter the size. Our lives are not but memory and those memories can both hurt and heal.
 Feb 2015
Brielle O'Brien
My heart aches in the best way
Everytime I say your name

The problem is
I can't exactly put into words
The way you make me feel

And people have said it all
Cliche lines used all the time
To express their so called love

In a way you set me at ease
Diminished all my sorrows
And through the dreary days of my life
You were my only source of light

And I thought I knew what love was
But I didn't, because I wasn't with you

I was living in an emptiness
Trying to find myself
And let go of my old ways
I knew who I wanted to be
And where I wanted to go
But I couldn't get there on my own

And I thank you for saving me
And for being by my side
throughout all the troubles
You never left me alone
I've never been appreciated
I've never been cared for
But now, I am simply being loved
 Feb 2015
Mirlotta
I knew you just once
and in that once I knew that I knew you
like leaves know the ground
I knew you
like the humming bird knows the sky
I knew you
and that once was enough
to let me know that
I knew you and
*******
I could have known you so much more
 Feb 2015
Mirlotta
I'm writing love letters to the dead
not because you're dead but
because I'm never going to see you again
and that's as good as dead
I guess
I suppose
I sort of
kind of
hope.
 Feb 2015
Mirlotta
read the words beneath my moving lips like reading is the art it is
talk until your voice falls silent like it's music, like the song it is
spread my soul out on the table and devour it like the book it is
let your coffee scented kisses stain the pages red with romance
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