cold rainy night halfway through fall
sitting on the steps of My city
outside our favorite cafe
its to loud inside cuz some fucking toolbags are playing a board game
like its their college dorm room
so i stepped outside
fuck being courteous
i shoulda brought my typewriter
the punchy tapping of the keys would've been drowned out anyway
its cold enough to see my breath
i hope i don't get sick
my brother has the "swine" flu
I'm prayin' he gets better soon
I'm lonely as hell
not the lonely longing for someone, just one
a tender tangle of sinew and soul
my other half...mine
its been a month
just twelve more days
twelve fucking more days
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Love is risk.
Love is essential.
I am dead outside, but content in life
It is all for this Love that I'm alive.
Though the day will weigh heavy on my chest
The very weight of our sun lie down on my chest
I come alive
I realize
Love is the answer, and beauty her vessel
Sailing precious cargo across a sea of callous waves and rocks and storm
We are the scared and tiny mariners, navigating the harsh route
That we might bring something new to distant shores of doubt
Beauty in a pressed flower
Falling crumbled from the pages of a forgotten book
Given by one you Love
Beauty in a newborn crying, and writhing
And falling asleep in its mother's arms for the first time
Are we so different?
Beauty in the man who will learn to Love a woman
Through every chapter and title of life and never leave her
But be for her with all of his striving and being
Beauty in the woman who Loves all without reserve
And tells her man he is wonderful
All fell her spirit permeating the air around her
In the tearing down of walls
The destruction of destruction
The end of hate
The burning desire to embrace something more than oneself
And the burning desire to embrace
Love
In every last one of its many faces
Burning its way through our masks
In smiles
Encouragement
Painful tears
Passionate kisses
Eyes connected through time and space in a torrent of rain or a tiny diner
Three words, passed from one brittle form to another, that are stronger than any weapon or device of man
I love you
Fire and Love
One
Love is liberation
Love is Fire
Love is essential.
I am dead outside, but content in life
It is all for this Love that I'm alive.
Though the day will weigh heavy on my chest
The very weight of our sun lie down on my chest
I come alive
I realize
Love is the answer, and beauty her vessel
Sailing precious cargo across a sea of callous waves and rocks and storm
We are the scared and tiny mariners, navigating the harsh route
That we might bring something new to distant shores of doubt
Beauty in a pressed flower
Falling crumbled from the pages of a forgotten book
Given by one you Love
Beauty in a newborn crying, and writhing
And falling asleep in its mother's arms for the first time
Are we so different?
Beauty in the man who will learn to Love a woman
Through every chapter and title of life and never leave her
But be for her with all of his striving and being
Beauty in the woman who Loves all without reserve
And tells her man he is wonderful
All fell her spirit permeating the air around her
In the tearing down of walls
The destruction of destruction
The end of hate
The burning desire to embrace something more than oneself
And the burning desire to embrace
Love
In every last one of its many faces
Burning its way through our masks
In smiles
Encouragement
Painful tears
Passionate kisses
Eyes connected through time and space in a torrent of rain or a tiny diner
Three words, passed from one brittle form to another, that are stronger than any weapon or device of man
I love you
Fire and Love
One
Love is liberation
Love is Fire
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