Love

I know that love cannot be seen or heard, but
It can be felt and expressed within the heart.
It is that deep rooted feeling you get in the gut

When all you want to do is to let go and start
To believe in love again. It is when that smile
Never leaves your face and when you both dart

Out in the rain to take a chance. All the while
He is taking precious care of you because
You have been hurt before. Your side profile

Intrigues him. Between breaths he will pause
And he cannot stop staring or brushing aside
Stray hairs from your face. Emotions that buzz,

Around but are calm. Tears that have been cried
And shed, but he hates to see you cry unless you
Are happy. He knows that love is not always tied

Together with a bow and string. It is when the two
Of us cannot get enough of each other even when
We fight and make up in the end. It is when the blue

Sky goes dark, but love is still written in pen.
It is a dying promise to be old and gray, but still
Be in love like teenagers. He is my blood and kin.

There is a light, fondness, and that extra thrill
That can only multiply. Love that unfolds like
A butterfly in the spring and summer. What will

Be something difficult like a long walk or hike
Through the woods and mountains, but it might
Be worthwhile in the end. It is like getting a strike

Of fate or coincidence that is on our side. The flight
And ride would just never be the same without this
Partner or comrade. We get through this despite

The obstacles. It is between every touch and kiss
That makes this feel alive. You feed love and let
It grow. Love should be bottomless like the abyss.

The Armor Against Amore Created Most Consciously

After Attack By The Demons Of Relationships Memory

Becomes Affixed , Cohering , Concretized , Consecrated

By The Psychic And Astral Blood Of The Martyr Sacrificed

Once Again On The Altar In The Temple Of Attempted Love ;


Shall I Disarm Myself Only To Be Pierced Again By Desire ?

Delicate As A Fragile Butterfly Wing In Passion's Windstorm

Is My Heart Since Last Turbulence Disintegrated My Basis

For Belief In The Flame Of Adoration And Waters Of Emotion

Burned In A Blaze Of Betrayal , And Drowned In Whirlpools

By My Deadly Daring To Venture Forth Quixotic In The Fantasy

Of The Sanctity Of The Quest , A Knight Lanced By The Daily

Realization Not All Was As It Appeared To Be , The Illusion

Of Regeneration In The Arms Of Some Beloved Gone Bad ;


Is This Time To Be A Twist In The Tempering Of My Soul ?

Should I Surrender My Sword At The Feet Of One , Trusting

Her To Anoint Me With Initiation , Rather Than Decapitation

By My Own Blade , Will It Be A Matter Of Grace , And Not The

Madness Of Rejection , Rearing It's Head , Like A Deadly Serpent

With It's Venom Of Lovelorn Poison ?



For What Shall I Roll The Dice This Time ?

What Circumstance Could Lead Me Astray Into  Delusion's Landscape ,

What Fair Maiden , Mother , and Crone , What Grail Shall I Drain As

A Fool Seeking The Wisdom From The Goddess Of Her Many Faces ,

Shall I Enter Her Underworld Grotto In Need Of Potential Salvation

Shall I Endure The Embrace Once More Only To Be Crushed ?


Is This Precarious Precipice , To Be My Mount Of My Future Doom ?

It Is Never In The Eyes Of Relationship's Beginning To Be Seen

Though All Warning Signs May Be There , The Words In The Web Of Weyyrd

Are Rarely Read Soon Enough , Attention Diverted , By Promiscuous Promise

Or Pernicious Pulchritude , One Blinded By The Imagined Pedestal Of Perfection

On Which I Have Placed My Mistresses Of Deception , Darkness And Disarray

In Unspoken Hope And Prayer In My Resurrection , And Not Her Reproach


Ah , If Fated , Shall I Forgo Hard Earned Experience And Knowledge ?

Shall I Take A Step Up Her Staircase To The Pinnacle Of Absolution ,

Shall I Let Her Bathe Me In My Own Pools Of Tears And Face My Fear

At Standing Before The Goddess , Unmasked And Unashamed ?


Shall I Dismantle This Armor , And Drop My Robe To Reveal All Of Myself ,

Shall I Dare To Speak Of My Desire For Her To Assist Me To Become More ?

Shall I Kiss Her As A God In Shining Amore , As She Doth Me , Aphrodite Enthroned ?

Shall I Dance With Psyche , And Trust Eris Shall Not Appear Before We Have Finished ?

Shall I Gamble On The Wheel Of Fortune , Devoted To The Lady Of Fortuitous Luck ?

Or Shall She Cast Me Like Bones , Only To Read My Entrails , Once Done With Me ?


Where Is The Oracle Of The Loveless , Where Is The Omen Of Ardor Wondered ?

Where Is It Written In Stone The Outcome Of This Moment Of My Possibility ?

I Would Forswear A Future Of Wealth And Comfort , But For An Answer To This ,

This Dilemma Of Dichotomous Decision , This Fork In My Path Of Implicit Escape

From Repetition Of Missed Taken Opportunity , And Failure To Attain The Goal

Of Mutual Benefit Of Intertwined Threads In The Weave Of Love And Life



The Feathered Blanket Of Nurturing Under Fallen Angels Wings Sheltering Us

From The Threat Of Interrupted Coitus Of Risen Hearts And Ascended Souls ,

While In Earthly Form And Embodied Flesh , Corporeal In This Mortal Existence ,

Wrapped Around Us , In This Choice Again Made , I Cry Out To The Powers That Be ,

Challenging Them In My Last Battle For Love's Blessing And Exaltation !

The one that catches your eye,
(Not the first in the news feed)
 
None miss this breaking story
Tell everyone before they know
Can’t be more excited about the coming sorrow:
obsession, eventually his concession.
 
What a story of love these two had;
she, and he defined the meaning.
“Fuk Ewe, Dam it,” their wall said.
Wall held in such consistent meld.
 
Ewe followed his recommendations;
until the flaws were found in the foundation.
 
Now water leaking through; dam breaking;
Still standing still, unwavering.
Everyone has fled, still he stands to protect;
Arms wide, content, feeble like another’s intent.
 
More water as the levy irks, creeks, and groans,
Earth quakes to annoy circumstances now so fluid.  
He said, “I can only save you,” “Help me help you.”
With wall crumbling, his rope thrown out:
 
Slack; there is no one to pull back.

 
   
   
i    
love  
you
my dear 
   
and that is  
all i know  
   
   
   
   
 
   
   
   
   
   
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There comes a time  
When lovers are just friends without a means.  
 
It’s not too long  
Before you find romance is just a scene.  
 
Reality  
Becomes a fact that steals all your dreams.  
 
And then they die  
When you believe there’s nothing in between...  
 
 
You make me ecstatic —  
Even when I’m feelin’ sad  
Just because I know the truth.  
 
You got me ecstatic —  
Desperation setting in,  
Has no bite without a tooth.  
 
You spell out ecstatic —  
In the dictionary there’s  
A picture just like you.  
 
I feel you, ecstatic —  
Taking over me and there’s  
Just nothing I can do...  
 
 
 
There comes a time  
When lovers are just friends without a means.  
 
 
 
Copyright©️2018 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.

Using the operative arcanum
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Gilded points on her crown
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