Love

It's this knowledge,
That no matter what-
Safety is near.

Nearby is a warmth,
A hug embraced in kisses.
Nights were nightmares go,
Taken away by soft hands.

Days where pain can cease,
With simple words.
Moments when fun can play safe,
Or tangled in scolds.

Lessons when life is taught,
Shown-
Fingers through the hair,
Hands on cheeks.

Little touches,
Soft words,
Scolding eyes,
and Loving hearts.

I Feel You



I feel you in each heartbeat that helps me to breathe
running through my veins is your essence of liquid silk
over my skin you burn in sensual blue flame shivers
you speak in my mind with pictures of enchanting places




Energy moves over thousands of miles in one direction
as it knocks me over and sweeps me into a mystical dream
I hold on to the silver threads of the connection that moves
in living feelings stretched and bent to shape the next moment




We move forces of unknown truths and questioned myths
to reach carefully into each realm of doubt placed upon minds
as we undo the maybe's and move forward in willingness
to find out for ourselves how high we are able to climb




I feel you as your energy moves slowly through my body
I taste your spirit in gentle strands through my invisible tears
and sleep prevails taking me to the place where darkness calls
I wait for you to reach my dreams and hold me as I open my eyes.

That is love












*

a horse named Hysteria


we were two plastic bags
that clashed in the wind

assuming
it meant something
wanting it
to mean something

it's about time we step back
wave white flags and gallop
full tilt on a horse named
Hysteria
to the heart of the forest

I will miss you
when I stare into the flames
when morning comes
I'll ride even further away

love can only hinder
the dead leaves on our backs

we should drift away to nowhere
as the empty
plastic bags

the state of soul
perception of whole
assimilation
change

as stars can sparkle
when love occurs
or stars can gloom
alone in distant
amid forlorn shade

like equal tune sounds
on different instrument
mirthful voila
melancholic cello
in g major

the deaths of a thousand
or your love
you choose
the sun over stars
for oblivion may
you reject to dwell

beautifully bias
love~~~

-Great Romance-

if i had created love
it would be the law and religion of the land
Love would be the force of right and wrong
it would be the Great Romance

The Great Romance would be more of a dance of life
chivelry would never again be dormant
the Great Romance would make all the women and girls swoon
they themselves would be one with the Great Romance

we as men and women would love all
weather they were man or woman or child
for all in our glorious world are the same
you are created the same way
so you must love for it is in your blood
the Great Romance is in your blood

the couples would always be in love
there would be no lies, or cheating
no distrust and no dishonor
love is all there would be

after the love has taken ahold of you
you start to love them in a deeper way
a way that we will all eventually find out about
you will love them for their personality
or their smile, their sense of humor
maybe even for their strength and courage

if you are to mate you must be chosen
the male can chose the female
or the female can chose the female
when you are chosen then you have the choice
either to accept
or decline

when you are wed before the almighty creator
you are bound for life
if one of you were to die
the other is to be widowed for life

this is the wonderful world our creator has made
this is the Great Romance

-Love-

The definition of love... it depends on the person
It depends on the lover and the loved

For some it is merely sharing
And enjoying the company of another person
For others it is all about passion and desire
Sweaty lust and hard animal like kisses

But when the right one has bee found they realize
It is more than the confortability of company
Just as intense as an addicition
But there are actual feelings

Love is endearment
While in Love
Men are no longer afraid of the word...
Commintment

For Love men will obliterate their empires
And then fall to their knees of whorship to their beloved
For Love women will endure months upon months of torture
Only to do it again

There is no Judgement in Love
There is no Cheating in Love
There is only Understanding
And Honor

Many men and women have yet to experience Love
May we be shined upon when everyone has their soulmate

a sketch
I want to Sketch.
I don't have a pencil.
Can you lend me yours?
Yes, I need yours
to paint you.
You will paint yourself.
I will serve you
with my body parts.
Every part correspond yours.
A problem you will face
to draw you with me
not every part correspond you;
so your sketch
Remains a question
Unresolved

A resolution
lets collide
your parts pressed to me
my part in you
then a Sketch is made
of you and me
in me and you...

"universal language"

imagine a girl
imagine she's not there
living without a care

she
is in my head
in my bed
the dreams i've read

she
rings the bell of my heart
subspace travel
we're never apart

imagine a girl
with magical hair
without her i cannot bear

404 NOT FOUND

from fortran 4 for what 4
to assembly language programming
to binary code
to basic as in B A S I C
then there was turtle
along came C
i am a crummy programmer
could not program
love for me

love is a nested recursive
difficult equation

love cannot be defined
by 1000 cards
submitted for 24 hours
only to discard
for one little mistake
on page 848

Love-
is a universal
remote control
of your heart
measured in actions

Love has the ability to-
empower
deflower
decapitate
and initiate

Love can-
pull at your gut
leave you intoxicated
bring you to your knees
and stab you in the heart

Love is-
beautiful
purposeful
necessary
and sometimes, scary

Love does not-
discriminate
hate
profile
or debate-
I can only begin
to speculate

Communion

You asked me once  
gently, in the dark  
 
why I love you so much.  
 
Your quiet earnestness  
and soft pleading broke my heart.  
 
I didn't answer very well.  
Unexpected vulnerability stole my breath  
and sinuous words slumbered in the void.  
 
I love you  
because you've always been with me.  
 
You are the disseminator dancing,  
licking and stinging uninitiated ears  
with every waltzing breeze past youth.  
 
You're beautiful and wild,  
and the roots of your soul  
anchor thick in the ore of chaos.  
 
I bury my dead in you,  
and watch God take form in your eyes -  
as we conquer one another  
cracking our communion rib,  
and you know the worth of my intimacy.  
 
I love you because in the spiral  
our bodies are the place where power combines  
and there is ambition in our blood, to mingle  
 
and be set free.

Nine Times Eternal

In the pre-dawn ruckus,
the Goddess chose form,
and carried being...

wracked with pain,
from the cool constrictions
of a kinetic womb
he uttered his fists

fought fables and torrid lore -

the fury of a thousand suns
bade him, born
a likeness of his mother.

The Morrigan culls
and taps her birthright
ordained
upon window panes and beryl skies.

Hooded raven,
with sight beyond the seasons -
this existence waves and shifts,
but the bones sift from ageless dust
and always claim their own.

Cast the stones, at our feet -
warrior feathers in your hair.
You are your mother's,
and of the mother,
and at your mother's side.

Tall, strong, full of pride.

Placenta fed,
myth grown.
Brawny flesh loomed

by supple hands and equinoctial death.

Son,
dweller of the broad lea
where the valley is fertile and lush:

from inception,
you were bound to earth and sky
through battle crusted blood,
as is our lineage.

By prophecy,
learned, wealth, and fire.

The path shall rise to greet you.
Nine times eternal.

tempted by time

old wrinkled hands folded over one another
as the wind blows his hair
so grey and dirty
for him nobody longer cares

every day he watches how the world moves along
as he sits on the concrete sidewalk
barefoot and shivering
alone

his eyebrows blend in with his beard
his nose blistered and red
his fingernails long and black
he literally recieves only "daily bread"

and as i walk on by
i stop and look on down
at this old man shivering
he sees me and just manages a frown

he greets me in a groggy voice
and offers me a smoke
his eyes glisten as he looks at me
and i offer him my coat

i sat there for quite a while
as this man told me his life story
it went something like this
i hope it touches you like it did me
.....................................

i met a women long ago young man
while i was in the army
a joung infantryman
her name was mary

she had the most beautiful hair
her smile could light up the room
i use to just sit and stare
and wish i could be her groom

so i asked her to marry me
when we were at the beach
couldn't afford a ring
so i gave her a peach

i promised her the world
and a beautiful ring one day
so i worked two jobs
never went astray

and every time when i had money
something would come up
forget the ring this month"
"we'll get it next month honey"

for years i could see
how she stared at her finger
it broke my heart you know
the pain still lingers

so as all her years passed
and i said goodbye at her death bed
i cried and i wept
and this is what i said..

i promise that i will buy your ring
and i will keep it close to me
and every day i would know that you
are next to me

so i went out and sold all my things
and walked cash in hand to the store
i bought the most beautiful ring
and i will keep it for ever more

............................

he lifted his hands
and scratched in his bag
and took out a beautiful ring
wrapped in a dirty old rag

he then handed it to me
and told me to live,
live life to the fullest
to my bride i must give

and the very next day
i passed his place
and found him lying
already blue in the face