Live a life
With keepsake memories
Cherished from afar
With dearest friends
That keep you in their hearts
And celebrate your worth
Without regrets
That weigh you down
Until your breath escapes you
Making a name
And leaving traces of yourself behind
To keep on living after life
Worth living.
“Doesn’t love mean trust, faith, giving of yourself? Doesn’t love mean filling a gap, meeting a need, completing the whole?”
“It’s good to let God pick a man for you. We don’t do so well when we pick them ourselves. They end up like lipsticks in a drawer, all those wrong colors you thought looked so good in the package.”
“You need someone in your life who sees trees the same way you do.”
“Love me when I least deserve it, because that’s when I really need it.”
“Love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow- beautiful while it’s there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.”
“Love is ease, love is comfort, love is support and respect. Love is not punishing or controlling. Love lets you grow and breathe. Love’s passion is only good passion– swirling-leaves-on-a-fall-day passion– not angst and anxiety. Love is not hurt and harm. Love is never unsafe. Love is sleeping like puzzle pieces. It’s your own garden you protect; it’s a field of wild flowers you move about in both freely and together.”
Now go out and fill your lives with more love. <3
What will you do
When you’re on trial
For a crime you didn’t commit-
Do you put on a smile
And lie, or stand up tall and admit
That yes, you were there,
But you never saw that man
For you were wearing nothing but shame where
You met your lover in the garage and betrayed your biggest fan-
The one who’s been there all your life
Always caring for you, (but why?)
The meek one, she’s your wife.
You’ll swear by and by
You didn’t know your lover was married (honest)
So when her husband knocked on your door
And your wife listened to him threaten you in the calmest
Manner and invited him in; and with his back turned she knocked him down to the floor
Before realizing what she had done, before the panic
That she couldn’t lift him alone
She began to pace, frantic
(Her innocence was blown)
When she discovered a creak in the wood,
Lifted up the board and pushed him under the patio
And cleaned up the blood
Before you would know.
But when he “went missing” she cried in your arms
About the man that came over with a knife
And wouldn’t back down. Alarms
Sounded in your head- he would have taken your life
And you realized your faithful wife never knew
That you hadn’t been loyal- and now it’s too late.
After all you two have been through
Put in the hands of karmic fate.
Your body raises to walk to the stand
But do you confess? Say that you strayed
From your ever faithful partner to fruit that was banned?
You think to yourself that you really should have stayed
With her, as she looks at you with starry eyes.
Do you fill this woman with even more pain
Or cover up her only lies?
And now that you know what she did, could she do it again?
So what’s the worst outcome-
Living a lifetime in jail for a crime you didn’t perform
Or admitting she did it, and you’re responsible for the monster she’s become?
You near the stand preparing for the storm.
But the question remains- what would you do
With all eyes on you?
A pregnant
Lack of sound
Gives birth
To fear.
Insecurities rise
Until they are rescued
At the dawn
Of conversation.
Cherubic smiles
Pinched pink blossomed cheeks
With springy hair
Amateur limbs
And inhibitions.
Slanted smiles
Red rushed rosy faces
While taming tangles
With experienced limbs
And imaginary invincibility.
Frowning
Gray
Lifeless
Flaccid
And Deteriorating.
Faces fading
Along with memories
Until nothing precedes you
And your soul succumbs.
Blue, like a calming bay
With rolling waves of soft silk on sand
A bridge
A gateway
From aesthetics to intentions
A colorful jaded mask
Hiding reality
Of the color contrast of angered evil
Hidden within.
So you want to be happy, but don’t know how?
Well here’s the reason why:
You’re too distracted with the thought
Of skin rubbing, thigh to thigh
And stop telling yourself that things will change on their own
Because you know that’s a lie
You have to ignore the naysayers
Critiquing you as you walk by
That’s the first step to accepting
A brand new way of life
And changing your habits one by one
Slowly saying goodbye
To the you that you used to be
And hello
To the you
That has reached
The sky.
A power
Too petty for Gods
A weakness
Fit for disposal upon humans-
Buckling at the knees
Diving head first
And falling in love.
Love notes? I’ll call it a passion
For a man that is just so dashing
That he makes my heart sing lullabies
And from a thought, heavy sighs
That linger in the air and follow me
Home until I’m with you and I can see
The way your eyes reflect my thoughts
And deepest memories hidden in a box
That you drag out so we can play
With memories of the days that we would say
“Forever yours I’ll be, my dear.
And wherever you go, I promise to be there
For you. I know that alone you are strong,
But with two of us, you can’t go wrong.
I love you in the best of ways
And I’ll love you ’til the last of my days.”
We’ll cover the box and put it back in it’s place
And jump back on our feet to brace
Ourselves for the new memories we will create.
You can call it love at first sight, but I’ll call it fate.
A good foundation- two feet planted firmly on the ground
Adequate strength- to carry the weight of yourself and others (others are optional)
A mind of your own- a brain that will lead you away from the hive
Emotion- a determining factor of a healthy soul
It might not seem like much,
But when you add them all together,
You’ve built yourself
A modest home.