Someone loves you
sOmeone loves you
soMeone loves you
somEone loves you
someOne loves you
someoNe loves you
someonE loves you

There was a sign; my body felt it.
I know that it says something.
But I don't know what that means.

I don't know where to go.
I cannot know it.

But I know that I need to stand up now.
It is certain.

And I know that another sign will come.
So that I can approach more to somewhere.

Yes, I know that, as I have known it.

Wanted:

A permanent partner, a fast friend,
A heartbreaking Harlow, a mystifying muse,
A goth girl, a Southern seductress

Must be:
     Someone who will call me up & call me
     out
     Someone who wakes my senses and keeps
     me in bed
     Someone strong enough to show me her
     faults and weak enough to cave to my
     cravings of
          intimacy in caffeine-driven crescendos
          of stimulating company & conversation
          as well as the spontaneous shenanigans
          of improvised encounters
     Someone to sow the seeds of new love in
     the furrowed field left by Life's scarring
     upon my heart.

I can’t imagine myself without my longing
call it infatuation or blind optimism
while my suitors may have changed, this feeling seems to follow me through the milestones
find me in the dead of night, breaking my own heart
searching for a hero

For some God comes in silence
and for others it’s a saxophone solo.

He’s the confession a lonely parish priest
has waited all day to see and hear

after lattice hours of watching
smoke blow down
like Cain’s rejected offering.

Every soul has two Popes,
both living in God
but are not of it.

One preserves the past,
the other walks hope’s path.

For Sara.

You've lost all you've caught.
& what you've got is not your senses.
Not your lights.
Not your couch.
Not your fences.
Written on your face.
Says all is nothing.
& tasteless.
What's it to grace.
& hope.
When your atoms greet the pavement.
From a thousand feet up.




Garrett Johnson.

I’ve been looking for you
so hard and so long
Ten thousand days and nights,
of singing your song
Calling you home,
to here by my side
I’ve been searching and waiting
So hard I tried.

All this time,
they told me I was idealistic
So I tried dating people
who I thought were more realistic
I kissed many frogs
but none turned to princes
And so I carried on alone
waiting for something more priceless

My heart has been broken,
I’ve shed many tears
I’m sad that you have missed out
On all these years
But sod it, I might be going
wrinkly and grey
I still do not plan to give up
On my dreams of love today

How will I know
if its you I have found?
When can I rest
knowing I am homebound?
I think I will know
by the way that you treat me
You make me feel safe
and you speak to me sweetly

My love will stay beside me
through thick and through thin
You show me you are someone
I truly can believe in
I’m a ******* a mission
for deep lasting love and romance
They say I am foolish
but I have to take a chance
That someone out there
will love me truly
even though I can be
wild and unruly
But now I understand
why it’s taken so long
My task was not to find you
but to rise to become
a woman who inspires
your love, commitment, affection
by singing my own song louder
to be loved for its own imperfection

I’ve come a long way
but I still can doubt and worry
I’m doing all I can
And if I’m ever difficult I’m so sorry
I want so much to love you
with the entirety of my being
but remember that I’m just a girl
and with all my crazy I’m always well meaning

I’m far from perfect  
Sometimes I get fearful
But many other times
I’m incredibly cheerful.
If you are my soul mate
you have probably struggled to
And my arms will surround you
Let me be your rock, your ally
Whenever you are blue

I stopped all my searching
lit a candle in my heart
And I sang a song of love to life
for us to no longer be apart.

My love, I have waited
what seems like forever
Please come and join me now
so we can do some of life together
I don’t want to be droopy and wrinkly
when we get together
Or not be able to make love to you
without ******

It’s time, hurry up,
I’m fed up of waiting
This search of mine
is getting infuriating

The human experience
is one that is a complex journey.
We must search for it.
Looking high and low,
near and far,
in the distant past,
in the ever-nearing future.
We never stop looking