Love

Love

Love is sweet
It gives more life
I was awake from broken hearted
I was healed when Light of heaven came to me

Love is precious
Somehow,,,,
expected too much
It was good Someone loving you
but how long it would be

love is rare
love sometimes will complete us
but how to find true Love

LOVE Is LOVE
LOve is the most precious matter that you can get to a person
However, the love of human is limeted
Not true,, not serious
therefore,

I travel around the world to find the answer for my question
I have ask many people
research of what is LOVE
I was tired and I want to GIve up
One day one of my friends ask me to come with him
He took me into a place where every body was smiling
I looked around and I saw the People crying,,,, crying with joy
It was good to see them
suddenly a man standing in the front lecturing about LOve
I was listining to him and every details came into me
And I saw the magnificent light. shining on me
I fell down on my knees and start to cry
I was filled with love and joy,, like the others have


True Love is came from GOd
No one can go beyond his love for us.

because LOVE IS GOD.

Thanks for all the amazing entries everyone!

Threaded Together.



I want to touch you to your bones
and read the memories inscribed there
stroke your heart with the tips of my fingers


kiss each layer of your soul
as it seeps into me
breathe into your lungs
the life force I hold
crawl inside every part
of your openness
soothe your hurts
and warm the cold places


Mould me to fit your shape
puzzle me together in your mind
meet me on a level beyond thought
as we reach places unreachable
where impossibles melt away


Become the flow within my veins
travel every part of me
know my pulse as you enter me
stay until I am part of you
feed me the life within you
as I feel it enter my very core


I want your DNA inside and out
so you seep from my weeping pores
deep enough for me to taste you
Braid our spines in love spoon fashion
hanging together on the wall of lovers


Threaded together no matter how far apart.

"and you shall till the land and dwell therein"

Ripen such a callow bud
splitting that slit under rose
bred clouds, your spate
to collect, and drink from.

And she is his star-pit
inseminated, this sugared sapling.
Thumb the fluid, like priest
before pennant, faith the fruit.

And she is fine
hair, sparingly ingrained
along the indentable flesh
maturating a grateful mouthful.

And she is a wet pith inside
waiting to burst, drench his lips
in that dry un-bitable season.
There are no wax delusions

to wilt the harvest horn.
It is a tending of lesser known
Edens; that place his plow gardens
a deep soiled earthy substance.

The long, flowing hair, hold it in my hands.
I look into her eyes, those dreaming eyes,
I hold her close to me, hold her so close,
The passionate kiss coming, yet no,
I pass on the kiss with all my power,
Only to tease her, she knows what I am doing;
She knows where my hand is going, she smiles.

Later we sit, she sits on my lap, we hug,
This is the way I want to live, love,
the travels we go on, seeing the world,
seeing the animals, the trees, the world.
All in all, without her I would be nothing.

Love at first bite
My love o my love
I have to tell you
Something a terreble
Secret im a vampire
That dosent deserve you
So kill me in the sun and
Kiss me  if you realy love me
And so my cuestion was anwserd
She did not come and so i died out
Of love...

Shut-Off


Metallic taste buds scatter
the lingering flavor of you
losing the acute sweetness
once drenching every cell

Every thought
now diluted
transparent

Less potent

I turn the dial tighter
clockwise

Cutting off the flow
completely

I tried before
but there remained a slow leak

Not anymore
not anymore

My reservoir
it fills up again

This time
I wont let it flow as freely

This time
access is limited

I know now its contents
are too valuable
to be emptied with such force

There wont be a next time

Not when I am shut-off
to all but one

Who drinks freely
of my endless supply

Which I allow

For this one's thirst
is mine also

And it will never run dry

Kismet

As the moments pass
Flashes of despair overwhelm me
I wrap myself in memories of us
To keep warm, to keep safe
So I won’t freeze to death
Your absence takes its toll
Chipping away pieces of my soul

I begin to focus
To reminisce on pages of our lives
The laughter
The promises
The passion
The completeness
Of our true selves

I begin to fight despair
With a determination to live for you
Because in you I find myself
My strength, my breath
You are the essential strand
That binds our lives as one
With a density greater than hope

Your very scent piques my interest
The sight of you brings color back into view
Beauty surrounds you, my Love
Your touch arouses my soul
Your kiss seals my lips to all but yours
In my heart I know with out a doubt
You are my salvation, my inspiration, my destination

Moon

Gazing up at the moon
maybe he will love me soon
dry the tears which fall at night
pain is fleeing from my sight
lips so soft, eyes so fair
his smile traps me in his snare
arms of warmth, loving affection
I'm lusting for more then just his perfection
a place to dream under the moon
his velvet voice will hum a tune
hold me close my one request
My eyes want sleep, I don't protest.
Yet when I wake, the moon is new
I'm all alone, no sign of you
the vision of us, when did it fade?
In the end I wish he stayed
It's all a dream, it isn't real
he'll never know just how I feel
I've been so blind, why didn't I see
he never saved his love for me.

When we were kids.
Remember when we were just kids?

Might we return to one of those old days,
during the spring of our lives?

I know our bodies have grown, matured
it's now the winter of those same lives,
but there was a conversation I want to replay.

It was out behind the shed,
under the lilac in spring,
with the warm afternoon sun,
encouraging us to lay side-by-side.

We talked of important things;
What purple smelled like.
What color warm was.
How friendship felt.
What that thing called love was all about.

That was the spring when you looked at me and ask
what made me a boy, different from you, a girl.

I looked back at you and said something about
you wearing different clothing that I did
but that I didn't know why.

You wondered if we traded clothes,
would that mean I would then be a girl and you a boy.

We decided to try that.
All we had to trade was shirts, pants, and underwear.
We stood face to face and began to undress.

There was no shyness between friends.

We unbuttoned, button for button, and our shirts were off.
Then pants, except, I remember I had a snap and zipper and yours just pulled down.
It was under our underwear that we first saw the difference.

I saw that you were missing some parts that I had.
You saw that I had extra parts.

We sat down to talk about the differences we had seen.

You ask to look closer and I said sure, go ahead.

You ask could you touch and I said ok, if  you want.

You ask did I want to look closer and I said sure, if it was ok.

And I ask, could I touch and you said ok.

After a while we got tired of looking and touching and got dressed again.

Funny thing was, we put our own clothes back on.
It didn't seem right to trade clothes any more.

All that summer we talked, and looked, and touched.
And we watch the big kids, especially down at the swimming pool.

I ask about the big girls and their big boobs.
You ask about why the big boys' parts got bigger around the big girls.

Your mom told you that you would get bigger as you grew up.
My dad said the samething to me.

We never did get it all figured out.

Then that September you moved away.

And now, after all these years,
we meet here in the lobby of this resort.

We wouldn't have recognized each other
if you hadn't heard the clerk refer to me by name
and where I was from.

What I want to know is,
do you remember that summer?

I know it is winter now,
Could we pretend that the sun coming in the window in my room
is like the sun under the lilacs then?

After all of these years,
I would still like to know,
what you think --
purple smells like,
and what color warm is.

When you left I learned what the absence of friendship felt like.

Over the years, remembering you, I think I know what love is about.

And, if you've grown the same,
(the look in you eyes says you have)
then I have one more thing to say ---

Along with the looking and touching,
Might I add --
I'll let you play with mine,
if you let me play with yours.

.:Harmony:.


My girl…she’s my world. I call her The Harmony
From hard up to hard-on is what she does for me
Silencing me effortlessly or…having me roar with victory
Easily controlling my very existence…for instance
On her insistence from me she meets no resistance
On bended knee it’s all for me. Tongue touching lips
Done for free. Eyes spot the G. she gets the glee
Easily, unceasingly…all for The Harmony



...

You have me confined in the walls of your manipulation
It's hard to escape these painful heartbreaks
But you draw me in with your lust

My back is twisted more and more by the words produced
I'm on the edge of breaking when suddenly you bring me up
You have me trippin on the moon and dancing on the stars
But I then realize it's just a dream
And your my reality that seems to be the least satisfying

Don't tell me I'm worth less than the rusty penny in your closet
I've cleaned your conscience enough to deserve a thank you
But all I get are condescending words that wrap my soul
In barb wire , squeezing the love out of my weakened body
Yet I still love you

You love me for my body , you test the soft spots
And make me cry out in pleasure
You silence these noises with seductive kisses
That somehow leaves me helpless
I always come back hoping you'll love me too