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When Friend's Share a Bed
when friends share a bed
after all dignity's shred
it's just a place to lay your head
til enough Light's been shed
when friends no longer touch
'cept as psychological crutch
to protect children from abrupt
changes so they dont rush growin up
when friends fail to deal in truth
or turn their eyes from proof
cause they're sheltered by one roof
too exhausted for another move
when friends cling to familiar
settle for something different yet faintly similiar
unaware they erode pillars
that keeps sanity on-kilter
when friends share a bed without Love
well, with just a hazy remnant of
memory not resembling nearly enough
the actual beauty that first got them stuck
when friends live in the past
churning great passions into crass
imitation of emotions that didnt last
stamps them hopelessly outcaste
when friends dont face facts
endless loops of penultimate acts
unwittingly put their hearts on a rack
further stretching odds that are stacked
when friends cant even suggest
what they know is for the best
just lay mute like the rest
they've failed before the test
when friends cant bid farewell
cause their under the spell
that all will be well
they've defined their own hell
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when Dreamers re-discover
amidst pallettes of dulled colors
pull splattered tarp and uncover
evidence of a significant other
when Dreamers still possess a spark
even so barely perceptible in dark
perhaps whole Love is no mere lark
there may yet be a couple's room on the Ark
when Dreamers permit themselves to exist
slowly loosen the grip on time hardened fists
shed the game's shackles to bathe in centuries old Myths
misguided superstition falls under eclipse
when Dreamers commit to rigorously flex brains
make use of the percentage that remains
unexpected strength grows out of familiar pains
old losses fade to hopes of new gains
when Dreamers have courage to take on great risk
follow their hearts into a Journey so Epic
suspending forbidden beliefs for a temporal kiss
they might discover magic in unlikely pairs of lips
when Dreamers lips touch, create an aura
that sends energy through mutual cores
instead of coming to senses, instead of backing off
every angle of mouth meeting mouth is explored
when Dreamers shed their time worn disguise
refuse to continue living out lies
yes, they will elicit tear flowing cries
but these waters finite and give way to Rise
the Rise of Lovers too long in absentia
the Rise of minds on the edge of dementia
the Rise of Communion though half a life spent
the Rise of true Selves that friends tried prevent!
when Lovers refuse to accept defeat
they've tasted the nectar that makes them compete
for a life unlike any others could possibly meet
the rarest opportunity to experience the Complete
when Lovers admit to themselves
that they've truly fallen off the shelves
where languishing passions were carelessly held
they gravitate to Souls that have never selled
when Lovers have travelled the road to Unite
the breaking, the making, distant stops on their ride
if Love is Boldly Expressed, not weakly implied......
--------all other peaces their places will find
after all dignity's shred
it's just a place to lay your head
til enough Light's been shed
when friends no longer touch
'cept as psychological crutch
to protect children from abrupt
changes so they dont rush growin up
when friends fail to deal in truth
or turn their eyes from proof
cause they're sheltered by one roof
too exhausted for another move
when friends cling to familiar
settle for something different yet faintly similiar
unaware they erode pillars
that keeps sanity on-kilter
when friends share a bed without Love
well, with just a hazy remnant of
memory not resembling nearly enough
the actual beauty that first got them stuck
when friends live in the past
churning great passions into crass
imitation of emotions that didnt last
stamps them hopelessly outcaste
when friends dont face facts
endless loops of penultimate acts
unwittingly put their hearts on a rack
further stretching odds that are stacked
when friends cant even suggest
what they know is for the best
just lay mute like the rest
they've failed before the test
when friends cant bid farewell
cause their under the spell
that all will be well
they've defined their own hell
---------------------------------
when Dreamers re-discover
amidst pallettes of dulled colors
pull splattered tarp and uncover
evidence of a significant other
when Dreamers still possess a spark
even so barely perceptible in dark
perhaps whole Love is no mere lark
there may yet be a couple's room on the Ark
when Dreamers permit themselves to exist
slowly loosen the grip on time hardened fists
shed the game's shackles to bathe in centuries old Myths
misguided superstition falls under eclipse
when Dreamers commit to rigorously flex brains
make use of the percentage that remains
unexpected strength grows out of familiar pains
old losses fade to hopes of new gains
when Dreamers have courage to take on great risk
follow their hearts into a Journey so Epic
suspending forbidden beliefs for a temporal kiss
they might discover magic in unlikely pairs of lips
when Dreamers lips touch, create an aura
that sends energy through mutual cores
instead of coming to senses, instead of backing off
every angle of mouth meeting mouth is explored
when Dreamers shed their time worn disguise
refuse to continue living out lies
yes, they will elicit tear flowing cries
but these waters finite and give way to Rise
the Rise of Lovers too long in absentia
the Rise of minds on the edge of dementia
the Rise of Communion though half a life spent
the Rise of true Selves that friends tried prevent!
when Lovers refuse to accept defeat
they've tasted the nectar that makes them compete
for a life unlike any others could possibly meet
the rarest opportunity to experience the Complete
when Lovers admit to themselves
that they've truly fallen off the shelves
where languishing passions were carelessly held
they gravitate to Souls that have never selled
when Lovers have travelled the road to Unite
the breaking, the making, distant stops on their ride
if Love is Boldly Expressed, not weakly implied......
--------all other peaces their places will find
Published 28th Jan 2021
| Edited 28th Jan 2024
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8th May 2022 8:32am
Loveless relationships are very different from sexless relationships.
Bodies get worn out, surgery, cancer, car wrecks, and strokes. The physical side is not what actually holds the relationship together.
Even for the kids, as much as some may not want to upset the equation, since the children often know even before the parents.
But, when the candle of love itself goes out, there is nothing to hang on to. If being friends has lost its synergy energy, if confidence is gone, if peace of mind has evaporated, there's nothing left to work on.
Sometimes m.h e all people operate on is finances or the fear of the unfamiliar. It's too much work to start again. The ability to believe again has been shattered. Trust. Hope. Integrity. Dignity. Disloyalty. Insincerity. Shame. Self-esteem. Desire.
It can be like that anywhere along the excursion.
Beginning again, especially in age, takes courage and resilience. It takes real heart and a sense of adventure, especially after a betrayal or long illness caretaking.
Human beings are both strong and weak. Love can fortify them. Love can throw them down. Jealously, suffering, envy, rage, abuse, there are an endless array of human terrors.
The only answer seems to be to trust the process, be as honest as you can, and to walk forward in health and humbleness. No matter what the future holds, it requires that we be our own best selves. That a healthy perspective guides our lives.
There continues to be an unfolding of the human condition. Embrace it. Welcome recovery. Constantly grow. Something amazing awaits behind the smallest effort to be loving. Regardless of the situation, remain true to that inner core that gives of itself.
I enjoyed that depth of this piece. It brought up many emotional pathways. Good poetry inspires a re-evaluation.
Bodies get worn out, surgery, cancer, car wrecks, and strokes. The physical side is not what actually holds the relationship together.
Even for the kids, as much as some may not want to upset the equation, since the children often know even before the parents.
But, when the candle of love itself goes out, there is nothing to hang on to. If being friends has lost its synergy energy, if confidence is gone, if peace of mind has evaporated, there's nothing left to work on.
Sometimes m.h e all people operate on is finances or the fear of the unfamiliar. It's too much work to start again. The ability to believe again has been shattered. Trust. Hope. Integrity. Dignity. Disloyalty. Insincerity. Shame. Self-esteem. Desire.
It can be like that anywhere along the excursion.
Beginning again, especially in age, takes courage and resilience. It takes real heart and a sense of adventure, especially after a betrayal or long illness caretaking.
Human beings are both strong and weak. Love can fortify them. Love can throw them down. Jealously, suffering, envy, rage, abuse, there are an endless array of human terrors.
The only answer seems to be to trust the process, be as honest as you can, and to walk forward in health and humbleness. No matter what the future holds, it requires that we be our own best selves. That a healthy perspective guides our lives.
There continues to be an unfolding of the human condition. Embrace it. Welcome recovery. Constantly grow. Something amazing awaits behind the smallest effort to be loving. Regardless of the situation, remain true to that inner core that gives of itself.
I enjoyed that depth of this piece. It brought up many emotional pathways. Good poetry inspires a re-evaluation.
13th Jul 2022 1:07pm
WOW!!! Thank You for taking the time.
As You can imagine...
It took.Years of percolation to distill this out of my soul in an instant. The healing continues....
As You can imagine...
It took.Years of percolation to distill this out of my soul in an instant. The healing continues....
13th Jul 2022 2:17pm
24th Jan 2024 12:54pm
Its like a slow fade from passionate embers to cold ashes. For me at least. I read this piece of yours and read it again today. This scene comes to mind, two people sitting across from each other at a dimly lit restaurant. The murmurs of other diners provide the soundtrack to their silence. They eat matter-of-factly, avoiding eye contact, their conversation as barren as the stale air around them.
