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"If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me."
-W.H. Auden
"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage."
-Lao Tzu
I'm a brave soul. Are you?
W h o . A m . I ?
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Dislikes: Liars, conformity, self-decievers, people who play "the victim", peas, black licorice, cruelty, indecision, fake people, insects, people who are too easily offended, evasiveness, fear of love (fear of life), pain, apathy, abandonment, gold, duplicity, misrepresentation, airplanes, whores, cars, assumptions, smugness, arrogance, deep water, chores, dancing, self-importance, ignorance...
M y . P o e t r y
Recent ramblings about life, love, and the pursuit of truth and happiness...
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The Fading Miasma
Somber is the fog that swallowed up my heart
but finding here no prey it swiftly did depart
Being partial to the woes that lovers do beget
The mist passed me by to seek a more faithful pet
The fleeting confusion that was once your sweet love
is no longer the plum that nightly I dream of
I am lost in loves winter though warm to the touch
Because I live life for love and love life so much
The Stagnant Love (Is Left Behind)
I stand fast in the realm of the shifting
The path that you take is inaction
While the hope that I hold is uplifting
You grasp it, but only a fraction
So you’re left in the land of yesterday
To drown in your fears and your sorrow
And here in the moment is where I stay
But maybe I’ll see you tomorrow
I left you in the land of yesterday
But maybe I’ll see you tomorrow
Lifeblood
I want to be someone's sunrise
A fiery warmth above the mess of life
I want to be someone's soundness
A hand to steady that which quakes
I want to be someone's moonlight
A calm glow to light a dark pathway
I want to be someone's goddess
A lover to inspire awe and devotion
I want to be someone's search light
A fellow seeker of all things honest
I want to be someone's excess
A lifestyle to make others envious
I want to gaze into his brown eyes
and always see what I saw today...
I am someone's lifeblood
My Disinclination to Self-Destruct
I wont just pine away while he paces and frets
I'd rather save my heart for one who would hold it
I wont seek peace where chaos is given free reign
I'd rather fight my demons without his aid
I wont grasp for hands that evade my earnest touch
I'd much rather flee him and fall fast out of love
I wont let him toss me like rubbish from his side
I'd rather walk away with a heavenward gaze
And I am much disinclined to cling to false hopes
When I can yet weave dreams out of sunnier days
The Masquerader
With wispered nothings in your eager ear
She'll spin you the tales you want to hear
and her face is a deviously crafted mask
to aid her in her hugely fallacious task
She has a smile for you to calm and please
while a catty jab is all she offers me
I'd like to think that you are keen and wise
and not a fool for such an artful guise
A s c e n d a n c y
I was not born into affluence
or schooled in the ways decorum
I was not ushered into society
by unsullied and caring hands
nor am I skilled at any craft
that is meritable or practical
I am not possessed of genius
or brightened by excess warmth
I am in fact a good deal flighty
in my moods and propensities
Yet, I find I'm ever triumphant
A devoted follower of my heart
No matter where I may wander
I am forever held high by love
and all the filth on the path
I have disdainfully kicked aside
The Behemoth
It spreads it bulk into endless foreign territories
Always cheekily pressing for an extended invitation
and though quite bereft of an authentic point of view
it's shameless guile serves to hoist it up into society
Only when it's bitterness is muted by appeasement
does it deign to allow for more than it's own position
And upon criticism it huffs and resorts to self deceit
As it is forever playing the part of the injured party
If it was a worthy foe more than a simple nuisance
I might wince and work myself into a fiery excitement
But it poses no threat and arouses no malignance
so that I'm content to marvel at it's squalid assertions
The Sniveling Recreant
Do you realize my only real crime is honesty?
yours is a deep-rooted inability to accept the truth
A need to hide when I am right out in the storm
And who is afraid of the ever changing world?
My only real fears are incomprehensible to you
You in your rickety shelter of "safe" routines
I fear that I might hear your poisonous voice
And believe one foul word that you vomit up
I fear that the cowards like you will catch me
and drag me down with your insipid blather
I fear to dwell within a mile of your tv-show life
lest your theatre of duplicity should fool me
Just know that when I abandoned your hovels
I found an infinitely more expansive venue
where my disposition isn't the cause of conflict
Or a suitable excuse for your narcissistic ways
Because you are not the only one who weeps
Or who has been acquainted with mortality
You are not the only one that clings to hope
And strives to possess that which would escape
You are not unique in your piteous suffering
Or in the fact that you seek its entangled cause
You are not the only one to harbor a broken heart
Or to have love lash you all through a lonely night
And you are by no means of superior bearing!
you are so captivated by your own predicament
That you can't begin to fathom the circuitous truth
that you have enemies because you make them
Milk and Cookies
Do you despise me for my scars
these old blemishes I sport?
Are my eyes no longer windows
through which you see the world?
I'm a somber, lonely creature
in the wreckage of my heart
and though my hands are broken
I still reach out for stars
I wish that you could stay here
we could try to talk things out
I'd serve you milk and cookies
and glitter till you were proud
Lillybird Flies Home
Casting down the old bonds with relish
I finally escape the sturdy prison I built
to find myself soaring above the roofs
of so many other dismal jail-houses
My breath is no longer spent on crying
or my hands bent to hard-hearted tasks
and for once I can gaze in the mirror
without feeling stabbing pangs of regret
I am no longer threatened by hypocrites
or the treachery of bitter self-decievers
because I'm finally safe in my own skin
wrapped up in the pleasure of being me
Biased Bystander
Don't break yourself against the rocks
there are much softer places and much sweeter faces
if only you will venture out into the madness
of the gray and chattering realm that is reality
I won't attempt to deter you from your chosen path
or batter you with empty words or thoughts absurd
I'll just stand by and watch as you finger the trigger
and hope with all my heart that you escape him
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