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
Tag: scorpio
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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Defy Nothing
It is no wonder you struggle with me:
Your life is so many rules,
Never to break.
You would not come back to this place where we met,
Where I am now,
You would be aghast at my sitting so close,
In casual defiance (not “belligerence”),
To your friends.
Do not think that it is in defiance of you,
For you do not embody these rules,
These conventions that say I must not.
I am looking for something,
I realized:
I am looking for me, for my place in this world.
I am looking for my freedom from you.
I am looking for the place where joy exists without your face,
Where my every thought is not consumed by you.
And, yes, as you are in my bloodstream,
I wouldn’t mind seeing you.
But I haunt the places where I’ve loved,
My body an apparition of its own
Seeking solace, seeking reason
Defying death.
We are Phoenix, do you remember?
Dying and living time and again;
We are who we are without each other,
We are who we are with each other;
We are who we are regardless of each other,
In every time and place.
The challenge, my dear, is the remembering –
Not everything else
But ourselves, regardless of everything.
That, my love,
Is The Game:
Remember-and-Forget
Live-and-Die
Love-Others-and-Oneself;
It is The-Impossible-Made-Real,
The-Primordial-Paradox-Eternal…
The thing I love most
That you love most
And that, my dearest one,
Is what drew you to me
Is what pulled me to you
Is the soul-searching habit we always are.
“Sometimes, I can’t believe it,
I’m moving past the feeling
Again…”
We are all homeless, my love,
And carry our home everywhere we go.
We are all loveless, my dear,
And carry all of our love within.
We are all empty, my sweet,
That we may breathe the world every day.
We are all unsure, my darling,
And learn forever as we go.
We are all shy, my eternal one,
Kissed by the world for reaching out.
We are always together, always apart,
‘Tis the paradox of life, made whole by love.
I have found myself again, in my defiance.
May you find yourself wherever,
However you go.
*Credit to Arcade Fire for lyrics from The Suburbs
Secrets
We all have secrets we don’t tell each other:
Mine usually start with “I love you”
And spill like starlight from my eyes;
Yours usually start with “I want you”
And spill like the tides from your skin.
Oceans of Mine 