I must
Choose to live
A fantastic life
Before
The choice
Is
Taken away from me.
I must
Choose to live
A fantastic life
Before
The choice
Is
Taken away from me.
Vulnerability.
The stark beauty in the moment
A soul lets their guard down.
And there
Is the naked heart
In all its
Precious grace.
To be held in honor
By us,
The keepers of love
For each other
As we are meant to be.
Once again i am love spent.
You have left me with no other need but
To nourish and hydrate my body
For i am satiated
Of heart and soul.
One cannot throw
Hate and Anger,
Mockery and Self Righteousness
Back
At
Hate and Anger,
Mockery and Self Righteousness
And expect
Love and compassion to
Bloom.
Not much for words today
Silence will have to do.
But you know this as soon as she looks at you,
And so you touch her cheek.
And lean in close
The loudest love without
A sound.
Some mornings when I wake
I feel weak and dreary.
It is then I let hope
Carry me.
She is so full of love.
I allow her
Strength to move me
And I always end up looking to the heavens.
I always end up smiling softly to myself.
Often times
She wishes to hide away
(and She does)
Not because She disdains people and
Has lost all hope.
Quite the opposite,
It is
Because She loves them so.
(I do)
Good or bad there we go again
Wrapping people In
Definitions so tight.
It’s a scary thought to just
Be,
Live undefined.
Love yourself enough to see your own reflection
Instead of others.
Take off the straight jacket.
Let it go.
People.
Their wispy heart tendrils
Reaching,
Dancing as if upon
The wind
To
Connect
To one another.
So beautiful they extend.
Hoping.
All this love.
All this love.
Those helpless times.
My hands feel useless.
My heart loves.
My mind loves.
My soul loves.
Circumstances may make me feel this way sometimes
But i know I am not. You are not.
If my hands cannot do anything
Else but hold yours
In this sterile room,
I am not helpless.
You are not helpless.