It has been said that Cigarettes Are a way to hold Fire In a human's hand It has been said that Wine Is the source of Life I say that You And I Are yet the depth of Love And love Is Life Is Fire Is all of Faith Is Truth Is All Is All Is All
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P.S. I Love You, Still
I fell into your world, my love; And here, I shall remain, in heart, Even if I am away, Even if I must away, Even if I am to be in a Wonderland of my own making… I fell here, first, my love; And here, I shall remain, in part, As I have for years, As I have for weeks, As I shall, again, until I find the mirror-gate to you… There is a Hatter who makes tea for two, Who protects his M with kindness, Who tempts Alice with long-coated horses, Whose silver steed drives like the wildest things. There is a girl whose land is elsewhere, Yet finds life in Wonderland rings With yet too-familiar courses Of behavior with him all-too true… And yet, we pine in distance; And yet, you are right here; By some grace of our natures’ providence We touch what we hold so dear… And you are in my heart, my love; And here, you’ll always stay, No matter time may come or go; No matter how many worlds away… For we have already broken rules Upon us set by else-worlds’ minds, Still: As precious as Majesty’s jewels, Each other’s hearts, we find. Stay with me. Love me. Be with me. We shall never fear nor be torn apart; For we are as Titans, as magical as gods With all we’ve ever seen.
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The Road To Giving Up
he’s just not that into you… It’s been a week since I’ve heard from you Sweet words of love Of tenderness he’s just not that into you… While men in desirous parts of the world Beg my attentions, pour on me affections, Pull for my presence, promise me peace he’s just not that into you… I suffer long, lonely days alone, abused still By absence, by affliction, by the remnants Of maltreatment banished he’s just not that into you… And wonder, worry for your beauty Wonder, worry for my own… Reminded by your native enemies… he’s just not that into you… No sweet words come at last No fond words of affection No desire to be present… he’s just not that into you… But, even my white kitten comes, An angel's silent steps and passionate Love-bites to remind me of my own… he’s just not that into you… You’re just not that into me, are you? For, if you were, your words would spill; For, if you were, no harm could come… he’s just not that into you… for, if you were, you’d share words of peace, feather me with beauty… … just not that into me… … and I fade, my love burning like a pyre, my heart aching like a martyr, my mind begging for a champion, and I, abandoned of your touch bereft of love… he’s just not that into you… my eyes spill, slowly, yearning for the truth… he’s just not that into you… 'til my heart breaks as I read your words: “… I’m just not that into you”
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The Sea
The sea has swallowed me. I knew it would happen, one day: Being Meredith, of the sea, from the sea; Being Mer, just the sea, returning to my home, Returning to me. But I thought it would happen with the sea: While sailing, While swimming, While surfing. Yet, I see a world of shimmering currents Flowing with insta-moments, Captured in my memory. I forget that I can breathe under water, That I can flow with water, That I am water… Or mostly thereof. The sea has swallowed me, And it is hard to breathe. Breathe, Breathe… Inhale your substance, Be free in yourself, Sail in your existence, Swim, Be alive. It is not a bubble that permits my life, But waves and waves of my essence. I am free; I am merely mistaken: I have thought myself to be Not myself, Not of myself, But a foreign entity. Yet, I am free. Still, I am me.
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Being with Nick Mulvey
I don’t want to talk, any more, of pain. I don’t want to remember all of the hurt I’ve caused others, Others have caused me. I don’t want to talk any more of fear; I don’t want to talk of being unafraid. I want to love, To live, To be. Let me be; Love me if you will; Live with me, if you can… If you dare. I won’t judge you, anyway. I just want to be, To be, To be free. Let me be… And be free with me If you will If you wish If you may If you can Let it be… It’s time for the past to die. We let everything die… Let everyone die… Let this die. Let love die. Let, this time, the past free To be To die Let me free; And die this moment Every moment To foreverness Until foreverness Has no meaning... Until we are all free.
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From Taming the Monkeys of Mind
Roll,
and splash around
through my warmest ink;
let it streak your body,
spilling into mind,
while
steadily
warming
your bluest veins.
Step barefoot through
my intentions,
stripped,
wading this man’s
inner everything.
Close
your eyes,
allowing yourself
to become the parchment
of love’s enduring
landscape;
catch
the pulse
of inspiration’s
heavy rains.
—me ॐ
~ Amazing poetry. ~
Speaking In Tongues
I can’t even tell you.
The truth
Is that I do not have a choice
On this planet
But to quit
But to be quiet
Because I’ve said so many things
Because I’ve tried so many times
Because I have not quit
Because I’ve not been quiet
Because I still love you
And that love is foreign.
Narcissus’ Redemption
If you knew how I live,
Would you ever go away?
Would you ever want a moment alone,
Or would you want to bask in me?
If you knew how I see you,
Would you care to look away?
Would you fall in love, as I do,
With every thought, word, action in you?
Are you afraid to be Narcissus,
Afraid to lose your false humility,
Afraid to gaze in the glaze of waters
Afraid to be who you were born to be?
Are you afraid to be so close to me
Because you’re afraid to be so close to you?
Afraid to admit the girl you love
Because she is so nearly you?
Give me a moment with your mind.
Give me a moment in your heart.
Give me your hand, your lips, your you;
Let me put everything in view.
Rivers of Passion
Yes, I do have a mind –
but I have a body, too
and I deserve to be touched
to be worshipped
to be admired
to be adored
as any cloud
as any storm
as any flower
as any fruit:
I deserve to have my hand plucked from my side, where it rests
like a flower, casually plucked from the ground
and kissed, the tender flesh of my hand as gentle
as any flower’s silken petals that may brush your nose
I deserve to have a river’s run of caresses up the length of my arm
my taut muscles like a riverbed of polished rocks
yearn for the fluid motions of your heart in action
for the flickering motion of lips like fishes swimming in a stream
I deserve a steady trickle of fingers slipping up my thighs
my body a heaving river fed by your ever-increasing streams
spilling helplessly over and over again
Prides
I knew our days were numbered,
from the start:
Your soulful, aching gaze lingering;
Your life, your willful ways chaining;
You were a longing man amongst a pride of lions;
I am a free woman amidst a pride of artists.
And my ire was stirred, even then:
Your lasting, lustful gaze demanding that I sit,
My legs, my body openly on display;
My soul, my passion rippling ‘round that room.
And you were my match, yet bound comfortably;
And I was yours, yet bound uncomfortably.
You demanded that I sit,
That I watch you take me in,
That I know your every thought,
That I know you would not stir.
And I, so hungry for your touch,
And I, so thirsty for your voice,
And I, so angry for your will,
And I, so helplessly lost in you.
You do nothing that your mind demands of you.
You do nothing that your heart demands is true.
You do nothing that your will was meant to do.
You do nothing that a man is supposed to do.
And in that place, I am a prisoner.
And, in that place, I am bound to you.
And, in that place, I know everything there is to know about you.
And, in that place, I am utterly bound to you.
May I ask for what I want, from you?
May I ask for what I want most, for what is true?
May I ask that you are my friend, my lover, my dearest love?
May I ask for all that you know is true?
Come back to me, forever and a day,
And stay with me, forever through our life,
And linger with me, until infinity,
And forget me only long enough to gaze, bewildered, once again.
Come back, my love.
Come back and kiss my skin
In all the places I bid, unspoken;
Come back and find my heart unbroken, and yet bruised;
Come back, for you, for me.
Falling in Love in the Rain
The rain streamed down so many panes of glass,
With you beneath, bustling, working,
And I watched…
My mirrored soul-streams spilled outside, reflecting
As my confessions, compliments, and I fell hopelessly, endlessly.
My heart pressed against my mouth to spill;
The windows of my mind got in the way
As I wanted, like the rain, to shower you
With all of the secret feelings I have kept
As you talked of safe-but-uncomfortable places
Of perfection,
Of the perfection of making another smile.
I wonder:
Will this work?
Will this pool of truth reach you
The way the truth of you reached me,
The way you woke me from the never-ending struggle of a dream,
As the pools of your dark eyes reflect a solitary place we both love well,
As your veins strain visibly to contain your vibrant vitality,
While your smile lights you and me infectiously, and all around who see
The way your way embraces everyone and everything…?
Shadows Dancing in the Dream
Your shadows still exist here.
I used to cry, used to be tormented
by the memory of your, by the ghost of you…
But now I laugh, twinkle my eyes at your shadows,
smile at your friends who are now becoming mine,
who now love me openly as you do in your dark places.
I’m tickled by the thought of you knowing,
finding that I live happily ever after, still,
beyond the dream of you, living still in the dream of me.
You’re still you, and I’m still me;
and happily-ever-after we shall be:
you, in your world and I in mine,
forever, regardless, intertwined.
Forgive Me
I can still forgive you everything:
Every moment when you feared,
Every moment when you ran away,
Every moment when you tore at me in your frustration,
Every moment when you asked me to be different than I am,
Different from who I am,
Different from who you love,
Different from who loves you.
I can still forgive you everything,
And I can still want to be in your arms,
Dreaming daydreams of watching clouds o’erhead,
Kissing your exquisite skin,
Tracing your perfect ribs
Watching your perfect nerves cause ripples, perfectly, under my perfected touch,
As my careful eyes watch you,
As your startled voice begs for mercy.
I can still forgive you everything.
I can still remember your truthful words
Asking me to be a part of your life, forever;
Asking for a deep and profound connection;
Asking me to give you everything;
Asking me to just be me.
Do you want to know the pain this distance caused?
Do you still want to run away?
I can still forgive you everything,
But do we need to cry forever, you and I?
Do our tears need to rain upon the world, a thousand raindrops
To wash away our pain – yours over every woman you’ve loved inadvertently;
Mine, over every beautiful love – and you! – I’ve inadvertently driven away?
At least we’re crying.
At least our hearts still spill some truth of you-and-me…
Or, at least, mine does, running rivers through the streets.
I can still forgive you everything…
And I’ll gradually forgive myself
For losing you.
Absence
I do not know why you must be away,
But you are
And so you must be.
Instead of sorrow at your absence,
I’ll send you joy and love on your path,
And live and live happily on mine…
And I’ll beg the heavens
To bring us back, in joy and love and happiness
One day.
Superman
I miss your beautiful face,
Though there is beauty around me,
Beauty inside me.
His hands slip around me,
Move me, hold me like a dancer,
And it is intoxicatingly beautiful…
And I still think of you when I lay down to sleep.
I am blessed with unspeakable sweetness
From men of incredible beauty…
And still, I think of yours, I want to be blessed by you.
You’ve asked me to stop,
Demanded that I stop,
Attempted to crush this iron heart…
And it will only melt for you, if only you would be warm again.
Come back.
Come back.
Come back and see me; save me.
Be my Superman.
The Loyalty
I am still yours.
Whether you discard me or keep me close,
I am still yours.
My wild heart is broken;
You tamed something in me,
And there is no way I know to un-tame a broken heart.
So,
I am yours.
This heart does not know how to give itself to another in this way;
It bucks and throws everyone away.
Is it my whole heart,
My whole mind,
My whole being…?
Or is it only pieces of my heart,
The lost child in me,
The wild one in me…
The fantastical dream of me,
Broken
By the reality of you?
How do I break your reality?
How do I return the favor of love
Upon love?
I want you, my love.
I am yours, my love.
I am still yours…!
I am
Still
Yours…
Breaking Tides
Fill me with your new love
With your way of seeing
With your way of knowing;
Fill me with visions of you
And drown out the memories of him:
I don’t want to feel that pain anymore;
I don’t want to be drawn back
To heal old wounds
To mend old bones;
I want to be fresh, with you.
Wash me in your seas.
Cradle me in the warm caresses,
In the rising tides of care.
Kiss me, and kiss me again like waves
Kissing again and again the shoreline…
I want to be in you,
Under fair skies,
Under young skies…
Under the moons of your eyes…
Captivated only by you.
Take me again to your bed.
Take me again to your quiet world
And wake me in your arms
With the sounds of quietude,
Where this wound is cleansed by the sounds of you.
And spend long, quiet days
In long, quiet moments washing over me,
Your fingers steadily breeding tranquility;
And let my heart peek through these waves,
To swim again, in your unknown seas.
Viscerally Undeniable
There are moments when the world seeps through,
Takes over my mind and claws at the glass walls of my heart
To take you from me.
There are rivers of the world’s blood that flood me,
That would carry you far away from my dreams
That would drench me in their memories of loves gone wrong.
There are days when the voices of the world
Mingle with yours, become yours, would be mine
To scream, to convince me we must not be…
And yet…
There are fires on your oily seas, my dear,
Aching to be quenched, to be put out;
And my soul-water’s tears and waves do nothing but spark and fan your flames….
There are nights and morns when you slip into me, viscerally
More than a thought, more than a dream,
Whispering unspoken words into the depths of me…
And I remember moments with you-and-me
When you would rest the everything in you with me,
When I would rest the everything in me with you…
And we were.
And it happened
Undeniably.
Addendum:
Even
though I have been
filling
up these pages with all
of
my black and blue, I still
refuse
to live like a bruise.
Love this poem, and the sentiments.
Everlastingly Broken Free
You can put me on your list
Of women who still want you;
You can put me on your list
Of women you have broken;
You can put me on your list
Of those whose hearts you rule;
But I am still smiling
And I am still me
And I am still loving,
And I still love you
And I still break all the rules
And I walk into the night
With my self-made standards,
Still bright
Still brave
Still free
Oceans of Mine 