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Flavors of Love Please Poem
2/26/2014

I don't want to live in a world without love.

Without cheap dates.
Without wallowing and wine,
wondering where things went wrong.

Without melodrama,
Without attempts to understand,
why we get hurt when we open ourselves up.

Maybe to others,
a world without love
would be alright.

Maybe to others,
they don't need those special feelings,
to be feeling just fine.

But not me, no no.
I need to live in a world with love,
a world with laughter and a world with light.

A world that doesn't forget to include the things,
that aren't quite so nice,
like someone turning away from you,
but you know their ****** expression anyways,
cold as ice.

A world that is harsh and tormenting,
where you can easily retrace the footsteps,
that once held two pairs of feet,
or you can retreat,
but would much rather follow.

I demand to see the stars disappear into sunlight,
trying to decide which option is the better kind of shine bright.
A bold blazing sun, easy to spot in the sky,
or the millions of stars that look like they are struggling to fly.

And I,
don't want to give up on love anymore.
I just needed some time to press my heart's snooze button,
and snore away the hurt.

But now,
I am wide awake and hear my heart's drum beating,
it calls to me at night,
pleading for something it is needing.

The sizzle of eggs I cooked in a pan for breakfast,
with little flecks of salt and pepper,
a slice of butter on some whole-wheat toasted bread.

Together, this breakfast conglomeration,
told me what the point of this poem is.
To live on, without love, is to eat boring eggs.

And I,
would rather live a life filled with hate,
then be stuck eating what is served to me on a plate.

Give me all the flavors of love please.
My Lighthouse Poem
4/4/2014

You make my toes tingle,
I never noticed them before.
You're like my hit single,
in my mind every time I walk out the door,
to start my day.
You brighten my soul
and one touch makes me feel a million different ways.
One more positive than the other,
but each heading in the same right direction,
to you.

I can't wait to trace every single millimeter of your body,
like I am on a treasure hunt.
And all I can find at each spot I come into contact with is golden beauty.

Your words are pure and unadulterated,
like the low sodium soy sauce and fresh ginger with sushi.
Ooo, there's just something in your smile,
and no it's not spinach.
It's a reflection of a happier me,
knowing that I could be with you and be happy.

I'll call you my lighthouse,
and nobody will understand.
They'll think I was a lost ship,
and that you helped me reach the sand.

Really it's because you are a stable structure,
out at an emotional sea in a dark sky night.
Really it is because none of the others compare,
to your special kind of shine bright,
with that light,
that I'm fixated on.

On our first date we played bingo and shuffleboard.
On our second date, sushi and tarot cards.
Who knows what crazy adventures any future dates will be,
but who really cares when they include you and me?
Yeah, that's right, it's enough with just you and me,
my lighthouse.
 Apr 2014 Katy Laurel
v V v
I needed your touch today
the day just wasn't right
and even though it wasn't right
it just felt right  
to need your touch
because so many things
I have needed in my life
have mostly been
unhealthy or addictive
so needing your touch
goes to show you just
how far a man can come
when he is truly loved
and is able to truly love
in return.
Dedicated to my beautiful wife Carol on this our 7th Valentine's Day
 Apr 2014 Katy Laurel
v V v
I don a dark cloak most days
its been this way
ever since I can remember

and like a vampire
without a reflection
I have no shadow in light.

the brighter the day
the darker the black
cloak upon my back
clawing,
clinging so tight,
won't let go
morning noon and night
I don my dark cloak
ashamedly
but will not fight it

I have grown accustomed to
the weight

your father was different,
stronger, less susceptible to
the donning of dark cloaks,
I never met a more noble man

he fought his fight
without complaint
and in the end
I hope to think he
left this world
in peace

we stood quietly
at the head of the bed and
you stroked his hair,
we knew the time was close,
I leaned down and whispered
“I promise to take care of her”
and immediately knew
it was the right thing to say.
A small tear appeared
at the corner of his eye,
he smiled his slow half smile
and we said goodbye.


later that night
your mother phoned
to tell us he was gone


it seems we spend our days
in search of light,
trying to get to where
the heart might rest,
that illusive,
proverbial,
brightly lit
end of the tunnel

where for some
its pretty complicated,
a generation of
the guilty and the shamed
stuck between desire and fear

where the brighter the light
the heavier the load

for we who have no shadow in light
Special thanks to Sally A. Bayan for encouraging the initial topic of this poem, the analysis of the cloaks we wear.
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