tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37353797008815494522011-07-30T23:42:23.719-07:00searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542758842350117494noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735379700881549452.post-56924341966470588972009-10-15T18:05:00.000-07:002009-10-15T18:10:27.544-07:00cold rainy night halfway through fall<br />sitting on the steps of My city<br />outside our favorite cafe<br />its to loud inside cuz some fucking toolbags are playing a board game<br />like its their college dorm room<br />so i stepped outside<br />fuck being courteous<br />i shoulda brought my typewriter<br />the punchy tapping of the keys would've been drowned out anyway<br /><br />its cold enough to see my breath<br />i hope i don't get sick<br />my brother has the "swine" flu<br />I'm prayin' he gets better soon<br /><br />I'm lonely as hell<br />not the lonely longing for someone, just one<br />a tender tangle of sinew and soul<br />my other half...mine<br />its been a month<br />just twelve more days<br />twelve fucking more days<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735379700881549452-5692434196647058897?l=lifestoshortnottolove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542758842350117494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735379700881549452.post-34806648818007070382008-09-02T07:26:00.001-07:002008-09-02T07:26:50.680-07:00Love is risk.<br /><br />Love is essential.<br /><br /><br />I am dead outside, but content in life<br />It is all for this Love that I'm alive.<br /><br />Though the day will weigh heavy on my chest<br />The very weight of our sun lie down on my chest<br />I come alive<br />I realize<br />Love is the answer, and beauty her vessel<br />Sailing precious cargo across a sea of callous waves and rocks and storm<br />We are the scared and tiny mariners, navigating the harsh route<br />That we might bring something new to distant shores of doubt<br />Beauty in a pressed flower<br />Falling crumbled from the pages of a forgotten book<br />Given by one you Love<br />Beauty in a newborn crying, and writhing<br />And falling asleep in its mother's arms for the first time<br /><br />Are we so different?<br /><br />Beauty in the man who will learn to Love a woman<br />Through every chapter and title of life and never leave her<br />But be for her with all of his striving and being<br /><br />Beauty in the woman who Loves all without reserve<br />And tells her man he is wonderful<br />All fell her spirit permeating the air around her<br /><br />In the tearing down of walls<br />The destruction of destruction<br />The end of hate<br /><br />The burning desire to embrace something more than oneself<br />And the burning desire to embrace<br /><br />Love<br /><br />In every last one of its many faces<br />Burning its way through our masks<br />In smiles<br />Encouragement<br />Painful tears<br />Passionate kisses<br />Eyes connected through time and space in a torrent of rain or a tiny diner<br />Three words, passed from one brittle form to another, that are stronger than any weapon or device of man<br /><br /><br /><br /> I love you<br /><br /><br /><br />Fire and Love <br /><br />One<br /><br /><br />Love is liberation<br /><br />Love is Fire<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735379700881549452-3480664881800707038?l=lifestoshortnottolove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542758842350117494noreply@blogger.com1