#soul-mates
words preached of two parallel worlds
one created of an original half
deities from above create one universal, with separate bodies
human nature craves desire and to be cherished
infants cry out for the care of a mother
children tease and chase the other gender without purpose
from our creation, we long someone to be paired with
without reason, we are left to discover encouragement
and reason for our actions
first kiss
butterflies flutter
cheeks flush
pre-adulthood beings overreact to one longing stare
hoping and gossiping of its purpose
human nature desires to be loved
stupidity results in misguided and unknown meaning of love
left alone to interpret vastness of this word "love"
definition is set in stone
for its your other half
another heart that beats to find the matching rhythmic pattern
two bodies, one soul
and you my dear, are extraordinary
smiles spread uncontrollably
dimples appear, and cheeks flush once more
kisses and hugs erupt in chaotic nerves quivering
this, my darling, is our definition
defining our need to express and discover
our shared soul
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
She danced
a symbolic grace
with a look of malice
written on her face
She cast a
lunatic eclipse
of my erratic soul
The Maiden
The Mother
The Crone
It was more than a phase
Just a glimpse into our story-lines
She was the moon
I was the son
The anima
The animus
star-crossed
in our own paths
in our own way
I crowned her in stars,
she shed the scales
from her eyes
and we met
in a fiery embrace
Heaven on Earth
aligned like syzygy,
but only for a moment
We destroyed each other,
Yet we were complete.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
We all dance to the beat of a drum.
Our rhythm of life.
The sound, the pattern...
pounding within our chest.
*We live,
we breath,*
Spending our whole life,
looking for a certain cadence.
A beat to match our pulse.
It isn't until our hearts merge
that the pattern turns into a song.
A measure of first love,
the tempo of a kiss.
Flowing together in a musical harmony.
We dance,
Whistling together,
the sweet tune of ours.
A movement of passion,
the melody of marriage.
and we die
Changed forever,
as the song fades out.
Our souls made music together.
One, epic ballot.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC