like dust catching sunlight

those swirls we're floating on

never let us touch for long

always carried away by life and its plans

where we end up none of us knows

but you looked so magnificent up close

that golden guilded flash of you

it was contageous and after circling around we saw our moment

and we held on to each other as long as we could

it wasnt enough.

maybe next time when I see you after floating in the sun

our dust specks will settle in just the right way

and may we lay there forgotten

for the rest of our days.

love escapes us

it roams free in the netherworld

it comes to touch us lightly on the shoulder

it plays with the strings tied to our hearts

tangles and knots

it trips us up and cuts us free

what is it dear love that you want from me?

confliction is the only line I've ever known to tread upon.

the place where resolution sits ive never found.

I guess its at the end of this not so taught string beneath my feet

and as I look down the at the chasms below the line

secured God knows where,

the scene of my possible death changes.

but the fall is inconsequential.



death happened years ago.

this is a fight for absolution.

only Im too afraid to fall into the often rushing waters below

and too afraid to stop tredding the line

for fear of being swallowed up on hallowed ground.

I am a prisoner of my own love

a consideration long expired.

and in my one young and foolish deed I destroyed myself

and my hopes for a new and fulfilled future.

the emptyness can never be filled.

that part of hell can not be washed from me

and niether can the fool who follows my love

in fallen crumbs,

do anything but **** me further.

such is the nature of my life,

a short burst of hope and large dose of consternation.


I am afraid.

afraid of the end.

when my string runs out,

or is cut,

it is the end

and I must face

the inevitable wrath,

the karmic sin.



and the sadness of it all is that I have passed it all on

to those I have loved the most

before I even knew them

and I have just noticed the twine

wrapped around my neck.

its too tangled a knot to release

and all I can do is keep it loosened

oh if only I knew what I would be

running from and where I was running to

and the significance of the string.

I would have chosen so differently

now I choose nothing whole heartedly at all.

Oh, I had just caught a hint of you in the remnants of my broken memory thumped into me by the shape of your sign on the side of a parked car as I honed my body back to its natural and strong shape. the ritual you started.it  all came flooding back into me by the passing of the breeze over the cliffs above the place you said the words. Though I vowed to slice you away from everything, I knew our eyes locking will always be inevitable. This wasnt it. But it all came flooding back. That hunger, the need, the desire, the look of love and higher places you saw through my eyes. And how we wanted to go there. do you remember that time? it was so close only we were years too late. and Like a fool i began running. running to or from, I wasnt sure but i left and came back purely on a hope, a winged prayer only to send me back to hell and I wasnt afraid to go there. it was your sign, but it wasnt you. it was all i needed to waken my desperate wish to connect with you. Just to stay in the same place and breathe the same air. to find peace in your energy there. I was opened up like never before and forgiveness rang so loud in my ears, it was the one moment where it all could have come undone in me and be the one thing we craved; and you werent even there.

holding on to love unknown

in a world of crashing hopes

and failing dreams

we are two souls

yearning for places

in hearts we don't own.

The dawning of a new day
My day, 
My kinda tempo
My kinda heat
The truth was a loose noose hung about your necks. A careless foothold on the dire situation and my how the trip ups were a complex, spectacular mess!
One went down after the next ******* by the same lies.
A quiet kind of constricting at first,
now youre all kicking over your stools trying to clamour back on to your modest little pedistals.
 Its not as hard to watch as i thought it would be for such a God fearing woman. 
    
You have all been seen through my eyes
and are now strangers even by his own blood. 
and as he laid upon the ground to kiss my feet and lay a path to my waiting pedistal
i looked into him deeply and instead lay on the ground next to him. I gently held his hand. i whispered softly asking him to look at the stars with me
and as they twinkled i watched them reflected through his newly washed eyes and found my place again in his heart
my true home

the world can grow dark when we are weary

and the candle can seem so dim when we won't struggle to see anymore

and that fear that keeps you in your box tighltly locked

its isnt real. well, not all of it anyway

and when you stop and find yourself in a moment

choose what that moment will be

own it  form it control it. and the next one and the next

wear yourself a groove to safely traverse you way like a ****** in a dam

break those old habbits record over those old tapes

find new doors or build them and push through in every way

leave behind those that think they own your rights

walk away never looking back.

if they want you they will come find you

fill your heart with a mission

look around and find your passion

be bold

be brave

and never regret the steps you take on your way to your grave

only the ones that you didnt take

because no passion ever lived there.

where do you go when the wind blows nothing but cold?

who's face do you look for when they all turn away?

what philosophy can get you through pain

when you dont even know how it got there again?


who's to blame when it all rubs the wrong way?

what attitude do you adjust except you own?

what fight is there worth winning when none of it goes away?

the rest is not ours to change there is only so much one can do

what use is the truth when the boundaries are outside of you?


whose dark cloud has invaded my space?

who's light can I really depend on?

When to give is only a part, to take is even harder

what do you account for when nothing adds up any way?

the mood unleashes again another endless fray?


push it all in, just one more day,

the will to live must be displayed

close the door on one more pain,

it all remains the same everything is seen.

learn to live with the new damage

sit atop the pile like a frozen queen


the mantra begins


the self is sustained by the will to live

the soul is sustained by the will to love

the heart is sustained by the reminder of pain

the body is but a hostage to all that remains.


the question begs


where do you look when all else decays?


the answer refuses to say.

Trying to stay strong
But i feel so **** alone
The only way out of this steaming pond is to drain the sucker dry

Tired of swinming in my own sweat and tears
Delivering on other peoples promises that never took into account my quality or my generosity, only thier comfort in my selflessness.

I am a being like not too many others whos goodness and light has slowly been leached from my bones with no sustinance i have reached the form of a blackened stone

Heavy and compact repelling all light to the centre. This is the state of being used one phase before ashes.

Self preservation embarks on negative pressures...

better watch the **** out when this diamond comes the clarity will be blinding and the cut so clean youll barely notice

till even as a paper weight you wont find me ill be sparkling precious in anothers eyes who's smile enhances mine.

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 folder: Heart aesthetics

I still remember that kiss you gave me atop a windy cliff
all those years ago.
 I had seen its design in your eyes as they ssoftened
held fast to thier desired destination 
and as I looked up,
neither wanting or not wanting,
afraid of what would come nnext as you leaned closer,
I felt the headiness of your warmth
your arm around my waist
and thought no more of leaving,
rather just collapsing into your design of our duality and merging.
It was a moment lost in time and the beauty of it still wraps my heart.
Even on the coldest days I feel as if it were today.

I remember it this way; 
warm lips nudging,  
melting slowly sweetly,
and rebounding so softly,
drawing ever so gently 
such delicate and soft waves
pressing love into my lips 
the slightest breath
just enough to keep the exquisite reverberating pressures lightly locked intensely passionate yet flighty and light
as not to chase the flutters in my heart away
the sweet mellow taste melding,
collapsing us both into eachother's new beautiful and timeless realities...

**** this beast that haunts this cave

Im not ******* sharing it anymore

got my sharp stick and courage to waver

gonna stab that ******* right in the heart

Ill spill my blood in bowls full before i yield this fight

**** this monster that rises in my chest

gonna stomp it back into the mother ******* ground

got my high heel boots on to tread its dread

Ill break my legs in a thousand places before I quit this fight

**** the ****** HATERS who think that Ive got to stink before they shine

**** all the ******* that ***** with your mind

**** it all, forget the score

it never fucken mattered anyway

cause I was never approved to play

I play any way because

Im gonna **** that demon up

you know the one that blackend up my soul

the days are fucken numbered

it stops here cause I aint got no fucken time for that fucken **** anymore.

her soft petals unfurled and curled open
the nectar drops released themselves clinging to her edges
till the last pull of gravity won its persistent gentle cajoling
the warm scent filled the air surrounding her
exotically hypnotic drawn like a moth
it was at this moment his lips brushed her tendrils
and drawn in, he drank deeply till drunk with ****** love.

oh I pull pieces of love thread from my soul all the time hoping just one is still attched to you

the missing is the worst part

the gaping hole of emotions where the swollen heart overflow pours

does it go where you are?

can you feel me loving you?

can you sense the way i need you near?

awash with fear and dread.

Im afraid to pull another thread,

and still i pull it, hoping each deathly milimeter draws me closer to you

are you still here?

or have you made the unkindest cut of all my cruel dear?

will you answer?

just a little tug

so I'll know

and not worry anymore

a virbrato hug carried upon this thread of ours

anything to stop this ache of mine

I miss you,

I miss you baby,

please dont play games with my head,

where are you dearest?

Im desperately yours

and terrified alone

help me love I beg,

i keep pulling out loose threads!

her lovely songs filled my hearts pages

in heart and words she was all a flutter

now shes gone how my heart ache rages

only loves sweet words ne'er a mutter



as all her lightness danced upon my soul

ebroidered words so beatifully sewn

came back each time to feel her warm glow

but not tonight i fear she has flown,



ne'er was a sadder occasion than it twas

when my lovely dovely twas discovered lost...



where are dovely without you im lost!!!

I drive the city streets at night

praying for a glimpse of you

playing the tapes burned in my mind

anything just to hear your voice

i miss talking to you in that free and easy way we do.

i mis that deep throaty laugh

that tenderness in your eyes

the way you think Im amazing

and the tender nervous way you touched me ever so lightly

a whole world in your touch, the univeral truth in your eyes

a hunter closing in and a deer in headlights by the close

my mind like my car drives in circles

I crave our time

anything to hear your voice

to feel your energy mingle with mine

God I miss you

I just want to feel alive

it's a new day and I seemed to have crushed those damning thoughts

the sun holds its new perspective over me and I see it through brightened eyes

it is what it is.

no one said to love would be with out heavy costs and sacrifice

the birds still sing everyday despite their troubles

theres somehting to glean from every shadow and dark space.

I am in love with too many gorgeous creatures in too many ways

and I cant save them all.

though it kills even to lose  just one.

unacceptable. intollerable. pittance and suffernation!

alas, to love and lose is a thing so crucial.

it defines love.

it defines you.

and all the tollerances afforded, brings no relief to hearbreak

and these are things I struggle with because they are such beauteous presents wrapped in tragic illustrations

I love the the struggle. it keeps me warm, it keeps me alive, it meters my heart

it changes the beat, it forsakes the dolldrums and the zombie-like dutiful love

it shakes the tree  and as the tree strengthens only the more powerful storms have a baring

untill the end and the tree falls over or breaks in half only to discover a new way of being.


the sun rose today. the wash of bright warmth falls over every delusion, its clear.

The kettle boils gently, its time for coffee;

just me and the sun

this is a bright new day, fresh with no mistakes in it.

yet!

I live to forgive you
But i cant bare the stain of your touch
The sweet burn of your lips Will surely melt with my own
Why you have the keys to my soul,My soma, my mind, my hearts desire
Is a heartbreak that no lesson can learn
I left you in the dust when you took my soul
I live only to forgive you
 And let the rest burn
One sweet day maybe
ill give yours back to you,
Forgive me,
I can't bare the stain of your touch.

found my God in your eyes

I found my purpose but your religon made no sense

I still suffer from disobedience

sinfully taking what i need

and ignoring all others

you filled my soul

and I can never pray enough

for your eyes to look upon me with ferver

keep your religion

i hang my hopes on the spiritual,

i want a connection

not a mandate of impossible laws

your designs fail me,

everyone a sin to confess,

i dont want your favour

i want your control.

to elvate above you and find your God in my eyes.

still the wires pass on the electrodes of warmth

the phone message sound that used to make my heart leap with an energy uncontrolable now someone else's exhillaration.

somewhere ovehead on the one freequency connected we keep our heart moves open for transmission

we deal with the thought of us, we live through our knowing of us, who we are and what we were born to do.

we keep on doing it apart as sure as its the same stars above in our eyes that keep us together in spirit.

and as we pass by on occasion the flood of relief drenches us as we look with one silent eye to eye transmitting a whole world of love

respect falls away passion takes over and before the damage is done in that one still moment lids fall,

pain takes over, this world of cruel understandings, has no place for us, thus we make our own in singular moments

and over the frequencies because a love like ours never dies and must be lived.

Beautiful days roll by
arms tangled warmly
heart beats dance together
white sheets veil peaks and valleys lightly
a sweet mingling of delicateness
a breath drawn, a breath shared
a beautiful animal contented and sated
rose buds fallen away
flushes of pink remain,
until the lull of resting seeps in
a breath drawn, a breath shared
as beautiful days roll by
arms tangled warmly
heart beats dance together,
white lies veil lightly,
a sweet mingling of delicateness
flushes of pink remain.

****, I miss this place!

the words revolve around in my head unable to get out.

cloisters of verses cling begging for a home under a title

and all I can do is shush them into an untimely death in a grave unmarked they dissapear.

my head aches for my heart ,my heart aches for my soul,  my soul aches for you.

a quiet discomfort lays its shadow over me

and I many times silenced by my avid and monotonous duty and honour bound work ethic

there are too many good deeds to unravel the twisted life ive lived.

there are too many costs to add up the total devastation

a stagnant pool of I dont give afucks everywhere I turn,

but not here. here there is always a bite of soul

a latching of comeraderie

and of physical expectations muted.

here is only the minds and hearts service

here is the solice of cool breezes on suffocatingly hot and dry days

a sunny patch on a drenched waterlogged flashing thunderous landscape

but I cant come when I want most.

and such is poetry among friends and by its nature

such pourings of colourful and transparent globual beauty reflecting a mirriad of soul thoughts and heart empassionings

we are all somewhat rendered offended when our offerings are not burnt in offerings of appreciation

to flutter like white ashes to the sky and land delicately on some haphazzard surface till oblivion.

but it is the nature of life that not all can be taken or absorbed or experienced there will be things missed if not superficially then on the deeper levels.

and so I miss this place when I can not come.

when my hands are tied to other pixels and other machanical combombulationary works.

I am simply a slave of my own doing.

captured by what i brought to life

ever distracted by globules of refracted light and codes of beings whom I find such incredible joy

that I can never repay or inspire as much!

hugss SS

I miss the **** out of you all xo

this is you kind of weather,the early morning cool air,birds chiriping,your **** in my mouth

---!!!---



Don't speak of tragedy

like it was nearly avoided.



Don't speak of love

as if you never had it.



Don't live as if

we never knew.



Don't speak of me

as if I was no one.



Dont make ordinary

our extraordinary.



Don't speak of denials

or missed chances.



It was a once in many lifetimes

And now after so long,

our eyes meet.





I saw.

It was all there again

in your eyes.



Don't speak.



The sounds

only drown

in the waterfalls

falling from your lies.



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d



Hold it.
Wrap fingers around it.
Squeeze gently.
slowly release.
Drag fingers downwards.
Twist slightly.
Slowly release.
Drag fingers upwards.
Downwards again.
Grip firmly
pull forward
Twist slightly upwards
Slowly release
Squeeze gently
Curl back
That's it
Now go faster
And repeat till you get the hang of it
and That's how you write the letter d
with correct finger placement.
Great job!

Consciously spinning
through my spaces
Looping in and out of you
where is logic?
Where is reason?
Inside this vault where
Secrets of you lie,
I find my reason for being
And my hope for death.
Two orbiting bodies Are we
eclipsed by the moon and sun,
never free but always on the run.
Set on a collision course of fate
Only we missed it by that much!

Love grows stronger as I grow weaker in my defence of you
The tides roll in dragging me deeper into the abyss of your love
The stars look upon a hopeless fool's devotion, hoping, guiding gently
I could hold the moon accountable, the way she shone in your eyes
The wind that carried the scent of you so unbearingly close
I won't leave this place in my soul for another
I have never succeeded enough
To put faith in our breaking ties.

the blurts cut me more than ever.

ice and cold metal to my warm ferver

blurts of poisoned pain

they spatter me like paint on the floor

the colours change

but the pain moves the same.

flattend and spattered

pain on top of pain

blurt and blurt and blurt again.

hold that evil *******

swallow it down

I cant spread myself

any more than I am.

Sparkles on liquid
Careless *** on the warm beach
his cool eyes iced mine

you can not confess what I have already drawn in words
you can not feel what I have inscripted on my soul
transferred into these pixels of light and dark.
they are not your notions they are mine
they bleed my name
and seep my ssoul.
and when you deconstruct them
and pile them up in a different order,
you can not erase me and call them your own mine
when my heart notes are stolen they call to me
and wish themselves home to me
and you who have stolen what can not be yours
will ever know that sprite of inspiration
shared generously with you is not yours
do not confuse it with intellect they are the seals on my soul
do what you will with them, but they are my heart scrolls
when heart notes are stolen they aren't like real kisses
deep and from your soul,
they are forced and devoid of meaning, with only superficial gain.
I want them all back under my breast back to their home,
each and every one under my heart felt seal of pain.

FOLDER: CUNTISM
RelentlessRelentless ******* *******

excuses of crap wrapped in more *******

Your false concern sets me up for the fall

holier than thou **** stains on your chin

keep your twisted mind away from me

you stupid ******* crud.

you don't make me well

Whose heart  asphyxiated and bled

whose mind twisted for comfort instead?

sick fool take your putrid ****

I pass

Im so full I'm aching

Was burtsing with pain for ages

this chill came from the bitter pill

I've chosen

the hostage in these pages

numb well past the pain inflicted

by a toddling tyrant

gone deep Inside myself.

Not coming out till your gone

it is done.

Strained,

I'm through

leave my bits to the side,

I'll pick them up later.

strange tides bring me here to this old place

long chained thoughts still bring me back  into your dark spaces

tiny places in my cold heart still beating with your traces


light feathery touches brush my soul

a soul song calls upon the winds pulling us near wherever

tiny etherial love threads still tangle us together


the wide sea of longing hides my hopes

I lay upon a rock in the calm of the dead sea praying

tiny glimpses of faith hold my love devoutly unswaying


bring yourself home to me my soul love

let death win as we shall when our hearts an souls from sheaths will rise

let us claim what this world will despise, love eternal, our greatest prize.

magnificence was never a trait of mine

thats why i always wanted to be near yours



the sun scrawls out fingers of light on your crown

The birds sing of love whe youre around

and it fills my heart with longing

how many others open their doors to your glory

and which if ever will you walk through?

my archway lays bare

all my hopes and despairs lace the floor,

curl your soul around me

and lay upon my heart

pick the beat you want,

every one is yours

and with it hope endures.

you might break off and run away,

but the sick stalker **** has the luck,

to find every bad thing that will cause life to ****,

you can run but never hide,

that drama **** has nothing but luck on their side!

Folder: DEDICATIONS With Love or Otherwise.

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its time.

you have twisted my thoughts enough.

you beg me to write about you,

you swarm my home with words from every direction

desperate admiration

unattractive attentions ironically invite compassionate beauty

such a skiddish mind argues in loop holes to stay safe

you have begged with every thought worthy or unworthy

you have given your all,

now you ask for my sumation of the cracks and all,

glimpses of your dark winding whirlwind of sweet scrawling squalls,

like golden leaves flickering in the sun,

a glimmer of shimmer in a twisting dark mess

I have seen them.

yet, I will not describe them beyond this,

for I fear you may be dissapointed by my standards of beauty.

I have many versions and you have sat ever so lightly on all but some.

I send a kiss to float down upon your troubled brow,

you have succeeded in inspiring me,

with your twister of twisted verse,

and i have found some deep beauty where others find perverse

hugss.

what do I do?

I try to go forward but only bump into you

I cling to the hope that those love strings are broken

and I trip up on those knots you tied with love left unspoken



the heart wants what the heart wants

from this there is no disguise

you read my eyes like paragraphs,

my weary smile hides the sweetest lies

my tears hold untold chapters in my silent cries





so I ask again what else is there but to go on

waiting for an infinite love to die in my soul

every distraction void  I live for every hopeless sign.

what the **** else is there,

but to make a heart once whole

learn to live half a beat at a time?

Don't let anyone shake the dream stars from your eyes.

For every one that falls a dream dies.

Let the stars shine on,

keep that twinkle in your eyes and each day

remember to reach for the skies!

I havent thought of you all day.

till this second.

I had a lovely time,

the wet pleasant weather sending cool breezxes and light rain

relaxing in bed.

warm body snuggled up tight next to me

everything so beautifully perfect...

till this second.

pull my heart strings
scratch your name in my skin,
write your contract in blood.

hold my soul hostage,
lay down your demands;
crush my spirit in your hands.

rip apart my sanity,
write your inscriptions of pain;
etching your savage ways.

destroy my hopes,
your precogziance dictates;
stomp and scrape your lies into me.

defile my innocence,
your morose curiosties reep;
****** and stab your morbid *******.

maniacal manipulations claim yet another victim,
but in your clenched hands
none ever so willing,
to die in your hold

to feel something other than ice cold.

a haiku written
with no certain irony
Is just a façade

my poetry lives through my tragedy.

my wonderful accomplishments a world of #fuckitupanywhichwayyoucanandwhenyoucantdontworrysomeoneelsewill
­
its a new word for my creative soul.

life is good and the poetry bad.

something everyone should aspire to.

not me.

i live in bittersweet notions

novel novels that live and breathe alternate realities

my realities, with just enough tilt to deny it convincingly well.

ive had the gamut of pains and ills

spared just a few that I still in some twisted way feel ungrateful for.

my hand crafting what my soul denies

my soul suffering my cruel intentions of self demise.

and all for what?

a revelrie in my  hidden thoughts?

an appreciation of my unique set circumstances?

a combination of wordss and thoughts, feelings and contexts peppered with an acute irony that defies psychological definition?

my words are my life,

my knee **** reaction to what i miss most;

the feeling of innocence,

of righteousness,

the world before the seduction of evil,

before the awareness of deception and cruelty.

the safety ive lost,

the horrid deeds done in the name of innocence

and the defiled love that stains my soul with its constant attacks of dark beauty

these are my tragedies

these are my wordss

what else is there,

but wait for applause?

I folded my cards
after I laid the last hand bare
And got ******* by a queen
and the sharpness of your aces
looking at jacks
a knave of hearts
and prince of diamonds
the choice is not easy
which to throw,
Which to keep
I dont fit in this deck
i'm in the wrong game
because the card closest to my chest is a joker
and it just doesnt figure Here.

so the sheets were warm,

you didn't give a ****.

you unwrapped me from the layers roughly without due care

and unsheathed,you grabbed and pulled the last modest garment

that reliquished so easily its hold.

and I know whats coming

strong arms pull me closer

forceful hips manouver

light lips part

warm breath escapes

your low voice whispers

have i told you lately how lovely you are?

oh yes you have but i say nothing,

you continue taking my cue,

I wish I didnt have to work today,

hands gliding down my sides,

face nuzzled gently against firming soft peaks

rough thumbs gently caress the hollows of hips

rising to greet pleasure

a soft kiss on the glistening silk threads

a glance at your watch,

a gingered withdrawal as you announce theres no time,

and the rest is

assured ****** untasted.

Folder: God Consciousness
It seems Im lost again.

Im looking through eyes reflected in the mirror

no windows there.



I called and there was no answer.

I cut deals with cheques I couldnt possibly cash.

a desperate act.



the darkness seems to fill up my hollow like smoke.

the white mist of creativity turned haphasard dust floating in swirls of pretty nothingness.

its not evil or sad.



its hovering close by and I can feel it,

and I wonder what it is that i have done to make it flee me again

I know what it is.



hell, I dont even know why or whats going on.

I asked for a way to go there where it was.

is there no wrong healed by my right?



Sorry is a perfunctory word with a perfunctory action.

Its not enough.

it never was.



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its time to admit and move on,

my precious babe I did you wrong,

go peacfully into the light,

I dont deserve to have you near,

its selfish and horrid as it appears.

spread your soul and bring your wings to flight,

i kiss you good bye,

and love you so,

and hope one day we will make it so right

to meet again in a new light.

you are my biggest regret

I must let go.

go in peace my gentle soul,

I will always love you so.





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dear love, who ive died a thousand deaths for,

I give you my word,

but my heart I will guard.

I have no understanding of this strange love.

to not want anything but our souls to touch.

I can not see you in my dreams anymore,

to do so drags my soul into darkness,

we have to pay the price of ultimate love.

I can not find the words,

let them be seen in my eyes,

felt across the ways,

I have a love so true oh how they love me I can never count the ways

the truth of proof is too much to bare.

I can not hurt anyone more with my love if it should be divided in two,

the most deserving of my soul,

has the purity of heart.

and your earthly incarnation is not fit for my soul.

the ache in my heart will ever grow as this love prospers

but I owe it to them to show,

that what we have made is real, in truth and wonderful goodness,

what we have made is a blemish.

a soul contract unsactioned

and it can no longer stand alone under the banner of true love.

I send you my warmth and pray that you will find

another love as pure as gentle as mine.

that has seen you grow, and understand that we are not of the physical kind,

and I can offer you nothing now but good will and a friendship to stand till the end of this time,

and space to heal.





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I hope my soul has heard my call,

I miss it so much more than I took for granted.

if you are there, where can I reach you?

I have cut down every branch but yours

yet still you answer me not.

will I have to prove as I have in the past?

let me come home please

I beg you

to the last

tell me where I must come

so that I may reach you

and show you

you are welcome home?



I miss you most of all.