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My Dissertation On LoveMy Dissertation On Love
Here is my master's thesis,
what separates us apart from rhesus :
Monkeys and men see and those with a will do
whatever it takes to see it through.
These love games these mind fucks these torturous teasings
Rapturous feelings deep from inside defy all reasonings and meaning
There's no logic just gravity and fate
and these particles of humanity speed by
arriving neither early nor late
but just between the hours of temptation and racing heart rate
and when colliding seas merge they form rogue waves
that consume everything they touch
and with their fierce waters they bathe
our bodies like babbling brooks taking their sweet course
over love's Victoria falls.
I'll be your bungee cord
With my heart pinned to the wall.
Dare we take the plunge for'd?
G-forces of attraction in acceleration towards
delirious kissing and risking it all
leaving your heart wide open taking down your wary walls
will this love be the one to end them? Will I fall again or will we
Put their weak
Natural DisasterEvery time you look at me
I get earthquakes fissures tectonic plates rupturing and smashing together
glaciers rumbling cracking breaking off into the raging sea inside me
searing heat lightning crashing thunderbolts that
blow apart volcanos leaving flowing rivers of molten emotion
waterspouts tornados and hurricane rains twisting me into oblivion
and torrential floods of feelings breaking forth
that shatter my world into a million shards of itself
Love is like a plantLove is like a plant.
It starts from a tiny seed. A glance. A hello. A smile. A kind word.
It breaks you free from your shell and makes you reach for the light.
It is your confidence, and your hope keeping you through the night.
But you must give it water and good soil so its roots grow deep.
Fresh affections and a pure heart, willing to forgive, accept imperfections, and take a faithful leap.
Only then can the plant flourish, and without good sun it may wither away.
With good cheer and a positive attitude it will grow strong else it may go stray.
But some loves blossom and bear fruit, passing the seeds on to the next generation.
The children and the knowledge and the cycle of love all over again.
To be replayed on the stage til the celestial curtain draws to a close
and even the brilliant fires of the stars shall cool and fade.
To The Woman Of My DreamsWon't you come to me?
To hold my hand and lace our fingers intertwined?
Won't you come and find me?
To kiss my cheek and hear me say I'm glad you're mine?
Won't you make your way into my life this year?
And whisper I love you in my ear?
Please keep looking, because I've been here all along
We've been waiting for each other for so long
But every day is a step closer to lying in each other's arms
Don't give up, I'm waiting for you too
I'll fight for our future it won't come to harm
Because I know we'll survive the harshest weather
And our hearts will only grow closer together
Stay with me spend with me the rest of our lives
When you look in my eyes my heart skips a beat
And if you keep staring at me I will die of heat stroke and flush for sure
Grab me hold me close and kiss me I'm yours
Your gaze lights the way into my heart
You drive away the darkness and leave your love and art.
So please keep looking for me I'll be waiting right here
I want this to be the last lonely year
There is an
The ChaseEye contact is intimate
looking back for more
hoping for clarity
two souls invocation
hungry for information
do they like me too?
or have I scared them away?
Who is the bashful hunter?
And who is the willing prey?
Three RosesThree roses each blushing red like my heart
I rarely see anyone so pretty and fair,
with such a sweet smile and with flowers in their hair
with gemstones for eyes, that are prettier than bright afternoon skies
shining brightly in the sweet summer breeze.
Will you walk with me among the trees?
One rose each, for being pretty sweet and kind,
I can't help but blush when I see visions of you in my mind,
your pretty face and your lovely smile
make me want to skip for a mile.
Will you take a walk with me along a country aisle?
And hold my hand all the while?
Until the stars come out with the light of the moon
and we have to go home soon?
I'd desperately love to know who you are
because you shine brighter than the morning star.
Please spend some time with me I'm a good man I swear.
I've never seen a smile so lovely, alive, and fair.
All I could hope for is to spend some time together with you
so please don't break my heart and make me blue
because I really like you.
So I'm asking you please t
I want to butterfly kiss your lips and map out the curves of your side
with lightly tracing fingertips and our hearts racing along the tide
I sense your deepening breaths, and we can't hide
Sharing our secret inner fires, our flames growing higher,
ruby light burning brightly away the damp and chill of night
My only desire is to sleep where you lay
because it is your proximity that keeps the demons away
just promise me you'll always stay and your trust I will never betray
You pull me in, and my heart you hold
among its secrets are many a fold
and the pages I write with you I will keep until I am old
A prayerBlessings and love for God and heaven above
Honor and praise to the angels who guard our ways
Kindness and a kiss to all the lovers I miss
Health and long lives so the children thrive.
Calm seas and steady winds to the lads at sea
Good tips and some polite manners for the working girls
Patience and tranquility to those with short tempers
Friendship and comfort to those who are alone
Protection for the women they batter and abuse
Understanding and forgiveness for those who need it
A new start for those with broken homes
and a place to sleep for those without one
Sober thoughts and a sound mind to the mentally ill
sometimes their thoughts are clearer than yours
Be nice to our furry friends, they have to live life on all fours
Keep the land, water and air clean, and the Earth will continue to bless
And finally, love and companionship for all, for we are all alone in our own shells
but still together in this same mess
Beyond RepairThe chill of tears trickling down my cheeks
rivulets of bitter sorrow
and streams of quiet despair
The emptiness beside me threatens to consume me whole
swallow my being
and leave me broken beyond repair
I wish I knew where to find someone
who cares for me as deeply as I care for them
but no one ever returns my love
nor takes the time to see I am a beautiful uncut gem
No one looks beyond the surface
no one sees who I am inside
why do I bother to care anymore
when all that I ever love is washed away
like children's sand castles on the tide
My feelings are true and my heart bleeds for you each and every time
I think of you but I'm destined to fall in love with souls beyond my reach
and there's no one to teach me what to do
now that I know I've lost you too.
I just want someone to take my hand
and tell me I'm not alone
because this is a dry lonely land
and there is nothing in sight but burning dry sand
that parches my throat and stings my eyes
and all I'm left with is all of your lies
Great Fire of RomeCertain boys used to press their fingertips into my skin
as if they were cigarette butts and I was an ashtray.
They stamped out leftover guilt that wouldn’t burn away,
grounded it into my skin so that when it rained,
I could smell smoke and their brands of cologne.
There are burn marks on the insides of my palms
from all the times they held my hands with bonfires between theirs.
The scars on the inside of my mouth taste like copper and woodsmoke
from where they left their candles
as if I was a faulty altar.
They picked flowers from every garden my body
grew and left them at the feet of some makeshift effigy
as if they had given me a gift.
They burned me to the ground like Rome and dared to call my ashes beautiful ruins.
I have let people ruin me.
Then I found a boy who set my ribcage on fire
and illuminated my lungs with every breath.
His fingertips were fireflies
and my body was a warm summer night.
The lanterns on his lips lit up every corner of my being until my body c
Inner StrengthYou feel it again
That burning in your breast
When you want to speak up
You know who you are
And you know the rest
But instead you hold back
Clutching to your sacred words like a cross
Don’t let it get lost inside you
Don’t let yourself go unheard
Like all those defining moments
You let fall through your fingers
You could have said something
But you chose to caress
The thought of another hanging on a moment
Passive aggressively taking control
Of a truth or opinion that is yours alone
Close your eyes and count to ten
This is one of those moments
When your life will never be the same
You can start again
And relieve your pain
If you would just speak up
You have the power to change your path
You can find the courage
To not hold back
It all starts with you
What do you have to lose?
1901, SomewhereI am tired of opening my eyes and immediately wanting to empty myself out. I am less like a garden hose, a vessel of water pouring itself onto death, these days and more like a watering can. I have to be filled up first. I have to be tipped head first, hands over knees, before I can give up. I run out, often.
And I know what they will say. It is not beautiful, in any way. The priests at my old church call it praying but I feel more and more like the mantis these days. Preying. I keep trying to climb trees that are dead in the hopes I will be the one who finds the one live branch. I am trying to find the one inch of live wick in my own self too. I keep cutting and cutting but I never find the green.
It’s all black in here, you know. I am less the color of obsidian and more coal, more the color of gray darkness. I am ___. I cannot even manage to exist bleakly enough to be called night, to be called eyes closed forever, to be called keyboard keys when no one is touching them. I am t
1:40amthe empty-belly night sky rumbles
Lana aches in my ears
the curtains curl around lightning-flash
my fingers smell like smoke
and I try to sweep you out of my untidy head
but you linger in the corners still
like you always do.
life is the looming monster we never look straight in the face
afraid of its shadow.
I want to wrap my arms around you
I want you to be the future I am so afraid of
I wrapped my past around my fingers so tight
it cut off the circulation
i want to cut all the threads of my never-let-go
and let my truth stand as unaplogetically
as the scars I've let heal
I am learning how to never adjust my views for your approval
my skin is not an apology
this is not an invitation to walk over me
learning yourself is like learning a city
it is continually changing
growing out and shifting under
like our fingernails
or the sunset.
SomeoneShattered wide - a ragged tear,
One the soul cannot bear.
Crumbling mask - a gentle lie,
Hides a face that begs to cry.
Hoped not - a prayer unspoken,
Too many promises broken.
Nothing flies - a crow or dove,
Grounded by voids of love.
Sole survivor - a grain of sand,
Heir to a great drowned land.
Last breath - a man overdue,
Missing happiness he never knew.
Gnarled stump - a failed dream,
Only witness it would seem.
Wilting yet - a confession said,
And blades and rope dress in red.
Delightful Dreams“If you could do anything now, what would you do?”
After hearing these words I gave it a moment or two
And found that swimming in my mind was not the will to be kind,
Was not to end poverty or make a world so divine,
But instead to meet old friend, sister and brother
And let ourselves lose within the presence of another.
For none to control our talks
Or to mandate our attire.
For us to sneak out at night
And set a rebel flag on fire.
Perhaps just too freely talk
Or meet the friends I have yet to.
Oh yes! Simply to slowly walk
Amidst an urban ocean side view!
Perhaps Washington where I once shed tears!
I’ll walk the starlit streets with a date
Whose name I won’t remember in years!
Arm in arm,
Up and down stone steps and sidewalk paths,
Gazing over the shimmering waters,
Surrounded by brilliant architecture at last!
But though I desired to reveal these thoughts
In the presence of the asker, I knew I should not
For it is a sin to dream of such selfish t
Fearing the DarkCowering
in fear of an invisible beast
behind the counter
in the sweltering heat
at the chill down my spine
at the shifting shadows
out of the corner of my eye
to my own shallow breathing
from the monster inside
Remember Meremember the days when black skies didn't blot out the sun overhead,
a time where colors danced from the petals edge yearning for the light of day,
and ever in the effervescent dawn of morning sunshine burst hope,
the days when you stood for something just a little more then pity and self indulgence,
where the sweat of your brow was enough to drive away all sicknesses that ailed you,
where truth and justice weren't virtues but codes of conduct for life itself,
the bitter tides of fate binding nothing but a few paper books with rotting leather spines,
where being a hero started first with standing up for yourself rather then something bound by fairy tales and graphic novels,
you used to have imagination once and the places it took you where more fanciful then anything this reality ever could have offered,
and yet something about it always kept drawing you back in with a fighting fervor,
where being with someone meant less about sex and more about companionship,
and at the end of the day
Forgive MePlease forgive me
for singing this sad lullaby to you.
This wretched heart can't bear to part
knowing you'll be miles while my soul is missing.
Gathered along the parade
are where the hollow souls come
to say goodbye
and maybe some day you'll understand.
Can't bear the tears that stain my pillow
long hours of waiting for sweet words
that turned into violent lashes
with blood dripping to the floor.
My silence was my longest words
and my pain was my loudest scream.
Dreaming of you was my best reality
that messed with my mentality.
So, here I'll be for you
sacrificing while singing this song
and I wish I coulda told you, I wish
you knew how lonely I was.
The parties over and I wonder what you'll think
knowing this isn't like me.
Six feet under I'll still want your hand to say "I'm sorry"
while my heart drowns at sea.
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