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F Elliot Aug 2023

Someone please tell me,  that

..The true Art of Love  is more
than the self-centered,  'incestuous'
  form of  love,  shown
within what the Modern world
refers to as "Romantic love"..
aw ****.. please tell me it is more

    Romantic love says this--
"You are 'of value' to me because I love you"
"You are 'of value' to me because you are in my life"
"You are 'of value' to me because you are  mine"


And after the 'bliss-filled'  romantic love
     ***** the bed..
the only value that remains is through the residual,
soon to be diluted and washed out by displacement--

..Either that of a new self-centered based  'filling'
or that of the re-placement of "value-image"  
with that, brought about through the all-too-ready
  and internally-available Gaslighting process

So please, please explain it to me just how  wonderfully
"romantic' love can truly ever aid in the healing process..
     someone.. please.


     .      .      .      .      .      .      .    

Alone  she sits in her room,  waiting.
The atoms  of the air,  
carry  both sides  of the story--

  The coldness  and the warmth
  the closeness, and the distance

  ..the empty-black
  followed by the Sky-filled Blue

  Someone please tell me,  just who
  helped this little-one  to see
     that the way  out..
     is the way,  through?

Protected to the point  of nearly dying
    Insulation is isolation to the bone
     (she is crying, crying,  crying)

On a Prayer mat,  facing East;
a grounded soul  is flying

    (but flying  so very all alone)

There is a Chaste,  and a Purity
  Borne separated
from the Un-doings  of man..
    Void of all walls,  
   there is a susceptibility

Yet also  a wide-Opening
    to the pressings  of the Ache

There has been a waiting
to the point of near Death
A look in Patient eyes
    (One that separates me  
       from my breath)


Not all are so protected
from the Fallen  love of man

..Not all  have almost died
so all alone  in their room;
 

  protected

From that empty kind  of love
leading to an empty, empty  Death


it is not just for one
it is for all..

https://youtu.be/ZlrStQ8iAKE?si=Gd-4b5r_l8heG4gs

you are all  Cinderellas❤
every single one of you

xoxo
F Elliot Aug 2023

The center of the City is a hub..
the roads leading out (back in);
the spokes of a wheel

The road alongside,
is traveled  by so many
I am the rust on the rim
that aches  its way in

It is so much work
to return to that of Titanium
The beautiful Hub begs
  I do my best.

I marvel at the fact
that I have not yet even  begun
to find what my best really is.


Let it be..     No..

  May it be..




   ..that  of the world

           of  the  Unlimited



Grey stairs beneath the moon
Tonight I'll be dreaming of you
People and rhythm instead
And there you'll be there,
you'll be inside my head

Hmmm, I will dream of you
Hmmm, you'll dream of me too

Hmmm, your hands,
they're on my face
Hmmm, there would be
no better place

Some miracle man
must have shot me while I wake
I never ran fast enough
for my mistakes

Would you really want me
in the light of day?
That very same man shot flaws
right through my face

Hmmm, I will dream of you
Hmmm, you'll dream of me too

Hmmm,
your arms go around my waist

Hmmm,
there would be no better place

Could you have your arms
around me

Could you have your arms
around my heart..

In  and out,
in and out,

in, and out.
https://youtu.be/7eNA90LlxmY?si=Sl7QWqb0PWeuRHBG


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F Elliot Aug 2023

Within  the stability
Of a late-night bed,
    thighs part fully
from words  given..
    Words, sent

Hands  on curved hips;
*******, to bare chest..

As the daughter  of Light
   is lifted up

there is an Entering

In Seed-splashed egg
a  New Beginning;

Chains  of steel
  falling free
within  the warmth
of   each  new  Pulsing

(there is the  sound of Ecstacy
on the  inside  of the door;
on the other  side of it--
the forever-harsh  clank,  
of judgement)


turn off the light
take a deep  breath..

   and relax
https://youtu.be/xhuFX9InMQA


notes:

"The fiery stuff of all my ability  to will seethes tremendously, all that I might do circles around me, still without actuality in the world, flung together and seemingly inseparable,

Alluring glimpses  of powers flicker from all the uttermost bounds:

The universe is my temptation, and I achieve being in an instant, with both hands plunged  deep in the fire,
where the single deed is hidden..

the deed which aims at me
   .. now is the moment."
    ~M.B.
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