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FriendYou feel my pain
As though it were your own
And your silence comforts me
Your tolerance of my faults
Gives me strength and room to grow
With gentle questions
You steer me to the truth I might not always see
Never do you expect more of me
Than you would give yourself
Though times come
That you do not understand the choices that I make
You do not judge me harshly
Never do you say "I told you so"
Or burden me with guilt more than I can bear
You help me up when I stumble
You dry my tears patiently
However often they may fall
And share my joys and triumphs
With an exuberance matching my own
You see me for who I am
And treat me with respect for my uniqueness
Your acceptance of me
Good and bad
Gives me the confidence to be
The best that I can be
You are lifes' most treasured gift
My nearest, dearest friend
I've SeenI've seen how often,
Smiles and shared intimacies are forgotten.
By one act of human failing.
I've seen how quickly,
A thousand kindnesses are obliterated.
By one perceived injustice
I've seen how many times,
Choices are made of misinformation
Formed by whispered sleights and ignorance
Rather than pursuit and possession of ALL the facts
I've seen "friend" turn on "friend"
How rational "reasoning" adults,
Regain the cruelty of childhood
To bands of small mealy-mouthed children
Armed with sticks and stones
I've seen words viciously slung,
Sharp with malice
Barbed with the arrogance of falsely donned righteousness
And tipped with pettiness
I've seen fingers pointing,
As vindictive wit is meted out from soapboxes,
And pulpits built of rotted wood,
Precariously balanced on weak, trembling foundations
By those who would well avoid scrutiny themselves.
And I've seen,
NONE among us who is without blemish
Fault or flaw.
Letter 2Shower damp and soap sweet, I slip between the sheets. They're cool and crisp against the parts of my skin that are exposed. Cool …on smooth calves and bare thighs.
Laying back…I snuggle in …the linen of your shirt clinging to my skin…the residual moisture holding it fast…molding it to curves. I breathe deeply and I can smell you…..the scent of your cologne enveloping me…..coaxing me to you.
I close my eyes…breathing you in….wrapping myself around your memory. The sound of your voice…low and teasing….the hint of a smile breaking through. Sweet words….my girl….sweetheart…darling….words that make me melt.
The wanting is there…as it always is…but at this moment…it is …more insistent. Demanding somehow.
I reach for them….the images you've gifted me with. Images of you.
My eyes open…and I smile as you come into focus. You….dark hair and smiling mischievous eyes. You…the man who touched my soul…and stole my heart . My eyes linger…and then I go to the next. I feel my hea
The JourneyThis journey that we share together
Traversing miles of joy and strife
Past a landscape of emotions
Along this path called life
Through endless nights of tender love
And days of bitter sorrow
Ever forward we press on
In search of our tomorrow
And we have weathered many storms
Bridged rivers filled with tears
Held close to one another tightly
Protected from our fears
We have seen seasons filled with laughter
Days brightened by the sun
Along our journey times have come
That we have been as one
Though we have quarreled at the forks
And moved reluctantly
The love we share pulls us together
And we find harmony
And as our journey carries on
I know that this is true
I have desire for one companion
And that my love is you
Bitter WisdomAsk nothing
And you will not be denied
And you will not be misunderstood
And you will not be deceived
And you will not be disappointed
And you will not be betrayed
And you will not mourn it's loss
AloneThe night is barren and still
To an unreachable dawn
How quickly you left me behind
Banishing me to solitude
An unfinished thought
Still lingering on your lips
While you followed the beckoning call of slumber
Your presence is warm beside me
Arms holding me close
The sound of your breathing, soft in my ear
And I ache for the comfort
Of your heart speaking to mine
Desperate for you to understand
And quench the thirst of my soul for yours
I struggle in the darkness
In quiet desperation
To deny my loneliness
And still the mad rush of my thoughts
Pleading in silence for the rescue of sleep
But the torments of my heart and mind
Have conspired against me with my body
I realize in horrified despair
That my hands have closed in tight fists
My brow furrowed, teeth clenched
My shoulders bowed in taut knots
Thwarting the calm I strive to attain.
Driving oblivion far from my reach
And there is no escape
My fears and loneliness loom before me
Just as the night
nightblind insightslover let me quiver out my phase
and swallow flack
like darling terraforms.
that misplow the verges
with eve-run clamor.
hand in hair
and tongue unchecked prodding
from riverbed to soft canal.
bit lip stammer
rubbing rushes in time
and my cheeks flush and rival
Secret LoveSecret love
For the time declared
That the royal were the Heaven sent
Then no mere mortal could touch
Let alone look upon the face
So the lady served in Ur
Yet every night she lay alone
And dreamed of a secret love
Still many nights passed by
But she could only dream
One eve toward the date of her birth
The lady heard of one man
Bold and proud in his heart
She was certain he could share
She disguised as a common woman then
And rushed to meet him in the grove
They searched for a secret spot
Therein they looked into each other's eyes
And vowed to love until they died
It has been long years
But we remember, she and I
We meet again like before
To resume our tender secret love
There are moments when we need only silence
When neither I compose verse nor we listen to music
Anyone lost deep and not caring to be found
Will know the wherefore and the why
His words of devotion are my poetry
Her voice and sighs of delight are my music
That is all we need
We are deep
Lost and happy to be lost
Poetry and music
To each other
Lament kruchego spaczeniaZatonąć w głębokich oczach,
Ciemnych duszy przezroczach,
Nie ujrzeć przenigdy dnia.
Chłonąć ciepło jej ciała,
Istotę radości, gdy cała
W cichych oddechach drga.
Sycić się ust jej ruchem
Gdy rozmownym rozlewa się duchem
W poezji swych jasnych myśli.
Czynić lepszym każdy jej dzień,
Przeganiać z twarzy ten cień,
Co w smutku czasem sens wyśni.
Karmić się jej widokiem,
Poić codziennie tym słodkim sokiem,
Słowa z warg jej spijać.
Być jej oddanym i wiernym,
Na głos czekać bez przerwy
I uśmiech co nie przemija.
Leżeć na trawie miękkiej
I delektować się dźwiękiem
Obu tętniących serc.
I nucić tylko jej imię,
I widzieć, że Słońce ginie,
I odsunąć od siebie śmierć.
NaphthaDu bist der verwunschene Wald,
Die verbotenen Früchte, die sich meinem Griff entziehen,
Die Magie im Bannkreis, der Nektar der Insektenfalle,
Der Starkstrommagnet ohne Erdung,
Die Verdammnis hinter dem Schwarzschildradius.
Ich bin die Apokalypse,
Wilde Entschlossenheit, Fatalität und vollkommene Vernichtung.
Luzifer und Nemesis, Prometheus und Pandora.
Eiskalt leere ich Naphtha über die Rosen,
über die Wiesen, über die Felder,
über die Sträucher, über die Wälder,
über die Steppe, über die Ranken,
über die Pforten, über die Schranken.
Mit Augen sprühend vor Kriegslust fixiere ich deinen Blick,
zücke ein Streichholz, gleite über die Reibefläche mit dem roten Phosphor,
halte es vor deine Nase, lecke mir über die Lippen
und lasse es nonchalant fallen.
Der Untergrund fängt Feuer, eine Stichflamme schießt empor.
Rund um uns lodert alles lichterloh.
Das Feuer spiegelt sich in deinen Augen,
For A Thousand YearsSomething lept inside me
when I heard your name.
I thought I'd forgotten that sweet, sweet sound.
It feels like decades ago
we wandered in our own direction,
hoping we would find each other
after we found ourselves.
None of what was broken then
is broken now
all of those cracked
we threw away a long time ago
and accepted what they were,
and only what they were;
shards of glass.
There was some beauty
but not enough to collect,
and keep for ourselves.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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