So, the obvious 'comes apparent; Does this change 'nything in truth? For our friendship leaves the aberrant ‘Fore I come home to Duluth And I found another lover And your soul and mine depart And my freedom, I recover And I find again my heart There was never any answer in the minds rejecting love There was never any truth in those blue skies, so far above There was only I and you, two lonely souls stood, side-by-side There were only two hearts calling, though but one love could abide And I found this other lover And your soul and mind depart And my freedom, I recover And I offer him my heart So, the obvious 'comes apparent, And all life is changed, in truth And a friendship dies, inherent, For each choice made in Duluth But, I found my only lover Ne’er his soul and mine depart And our freedom, we’ll recover As I share with him my heart There was never any answer in the minds rejecting love There was never any truth in those blue skies, so far above There are only I and you, together: souls here, hand-in-hand There are only two hearts ‘twining, exploring love and life, unplanned
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The Justice of Love
…If I ever hurt you, do not let me be until there is some kind of justice in it.
We make our own justice, those of us who love and leave love — for whatever reasons.
Is not the absence of a loved one justice enough?
Is not the torture of having left, of being blind to our lover’s ways, of missing their movements, the flow of their minds, the smell of their skin, the union of bodies and minds and souls —
Is this not justice enough?
Justice will find you; so mourn as you will the loss of one loved, who loved you true, who loved you until the day of her final parting, who thought more of you than of any other being, who loved you more than any other soul —
Whose soul still loves you,
Whose soul still craves you,
Whose soul still aches for you,
Whose soul is clambering to find you, anew —
But whose mind and heart and body could no longer bear the lingering absence of you.
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“Be Good”
"Be good," And I am filled with confusion Singed with pain Filled with fear For what good Is implied in that allusion When your stain I hold so dear? I was good! T'was not delusion: Did I not return again, And without a sneer? We were good! And, in conclusion, My tears fell like summer rain And no one to hold me here It is not good - This old contusion Held a mem'ry in my brain, I must let go of this arrear So I'll be good And find some fusion Such that this loss does not me drain, Such that love is my engineer
She was unstoppable. Not because she did not have failures or doubts, but because she continued on despite them.
Beau Taplin
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~ C’est moi. ~
What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then.
You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do, love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
Do you even know what it’s like? To look at a person like their eyes are made of stars and the galaxies run through their bloodstream and not having an inkling of a clue as to how they feel about you? It’s an agony that I can’t even put into words.
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Paradoxes Bleed in the Black of Morning
You still hold against me that I love you.
Who is the fool: you or I,
When, yes, I am alone,
But you are without the knowledge of either of us,
Without the peace of our friendship,
Without the knowledge of me.
We are taught that we are allowed no mistakes, in love.
There is no turning back,
No forgiveness.
We deal retribution in love as if we knew better,
As if we were ones to teach
An everlasting energy
How to be.
I still love you.
I still live you.
I still know you.
I still see you.
Perhaps I do not know what you want me to be,
Perhaps I will never be as you wish me to be,
But I love you
And that is everything.
You still make my heart break with your sadness.
You still make my heart leap with your joys.
You still make my mind warp with your ways.
You still make my loins ache with your beauty.
Break me again and again,
I will still be yours, eternally,
As I am every man’s whom I love.
Do not ask me to render this paradox sense;
I only know it’s true –
As I know you are mine, too…
As every moment you gave yourself to me
Lasts, lives…
And I miss you.
We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.
The hardest battle you are ever going to have to fight is the battle to be just you.
Mirrored Love
Shall I wake you to your true desire,
Make you face the life you dream;
Bring you back to the realm where you and I exist
In a world greater than fantasy?
I sense your struggle to uphold yourself,
I face with you your fears;
But how can I communicate across the silence
That you are safe throughout the years?
You know I love you.
You know I’ll share.
Come home to me.
Come home with me.
Let me give you everything I am,
Let me take all that you are,
And sail, in love, into infinity.
Just reach out and touch me…
The sun shines outside upon wavering leaves,
Clothes spin rhythmically in the hall’s machine,
And the kitten climbs over the hills of my hips,
Massaging tiny claws into my slender waist:
Intoxications, all, thick with poignant quiet,
Tense with the slipping void,
Tight with the ticking of time,
Deep in the afterglow of you.
A chill blankets me,
I curl into the shadow of a new-old energy;
Visions billow behind closed eyes,
Dreams-wants-desires filling the miles between:
Sailing the seas, spilling joy with the sun’s kisses;
Careening steadily through trees on mountains high;
Speeding on lost highways under the moon’s laughing grin;
Growing the magic of love with mutual friends…
So many seeds we planted in our late-night meeting,
Wishes dangling like fire-lit lamps on our path;
When you are ready to dine on peaches and pears,
When you choose to wake or fall into a dream:
I will be there to taste your lips again,
To breathe fire into your heart,
To wander far into our world,
To be the never-ending beauty that is ours.
Have respect for yourself, and patience and compassion. With these, you can handle anything.
Jack Kornfield (via wordsnquotes)
My darling, you can’t see it, can you? How like the moon you are. Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world. Then, there are those rare moments when you both are full, and it becomes hard to look away. You are beautiful.
A Ghost In The Room
I would confess my love to you again and again;
It’s not going anywhere…
Even when I fall in love again,
Even when you leave…
“You are the only one…”
…who ever looked at me that way,
…who ever stared at me that way,
…who never loved me that way,
…who never let me get away…
“…’Cause you are mine and I am yours,
“Let’s not fuck around…”
You, your friends and I,
our rhythms intertwined,
our depths married helplessly,
our knowing eyes seeing:
We are not the blind masses.
We are not the unfeeling things
Who see nothing but work,
Who feel nothing but theory;
We are the ones who make life;
We are the ones who enact dreams maniacally.
Yet, you sit.
Waiting…
…for the ether…
…in the ether.
If I had to describe her in one word, it would be ‘familiar’. Because when something is familiar, it’s comfort in the unknown. It’s nostalgia for a place you may have never been before. It’s the aching desire to be in the arms of someone who may have never even held you. It’s home away from home. It’s exactly where I want to be.
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Oceans of Mine 