#longsuffering
There are those who fight for love
with weapons as weak as wood
these are they who avoid the fire
and would hide if they could
there’s lovers, whose shields are hung
and are dented with dints
defeated by a waging war
that they had no faith in
The war for love is never won
though dressed in iron, steal or tin
when you have no hope in love
neither should you win
The strong have given it their life
in armour as soft as cloth
with a heart that gave all it had
they fought hard and never lost
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC
#D Vanlandingham
*I could not help it,
but to show you how the moment felt,
and in the unfolding of a picture, painted;
the deepest of your dreams were unknowingly shown to you
And it caught you off guard- having, to that day..
you never imagined, it possible.
But you did not yet understand that you wear your dream
somewhere within the thin-walled interminglings
of the word's first primal, urgings.. and its out-into-the-light-of-day,
manifestations... (and baby, I feel like crying right now)
but I will continue
I will continue--
You never signed up for this, I know..
but you are the one who chose
to allow your war-torn heart,
to keep on beating//
your flame-scorched lungs, to keep on breathing..
and now look at this mess, my beautiful--
your beautiful-everything has bled out on to me
and everywhere that I am.. I am wearing you
And all I do is tell you what it feels like to wear you
but in doing so, I made known your dream
and somehow-- within the stretch of Love's ache's, bad luck
I have become hated for making your secret, come true--
the revealing of the dream, made known ::
the Unfolded you.
And now, you are raging
because you never imagined, the possibility
that there would be someone out there
that would care enough about you
to become able to see..
(and a man became hated, for just being me).
Yet, even now to this day, beloved;
I close my eyes, and smile
within the depths,
of your deeply loving, hatred.*
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Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 8:12 PM UTC
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*Your finest of dreams
became known..
And in those precious hours
you soared, as I soared
until your own,
horrendously skewed,
self-view
slaughtered the ever-living
**** out of it all..
And, oh my sweet
little desert-wanderer-
you have been mad at me
ever since.
I did not create your view,
someone else did-- so horribly..
so very unfairly
long before we ever met
I came to help restore in you
that which was stolen from you
so very long ago.
But you hauled off and kicked
me in the ****
as soon as your ever-wearing
internal-messaging system kicked in
And down I went, my beautiful--
a total ******* in your eyes
with no way left to bring you the gold
your better-everything, still hungers for.
**** me, my beauty..
baby stick the knife in
deep.
And in a moment of remorse
your tear-stained rusted fortress-gate
will swing wide open..
and with my last dying breath,
I will hand it over to you anyways--
The gold your war-torn heart
had always hoped for
but never thought it deserved.*
You are Ishmael, my beautiful--
a blood-borne carrier
of the Living Word
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Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
Carve a little more
out of my heart
I'm not yet completely
empty of love...
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC