by Xve
Letters to Dandelion
Meeting
Humble Hopes
Phenomenal Love
Uncertainty
Mack Truck
Aftermath
xve
To everyone who loves someone
Meeting
· Our Private Beach
· And the Lion bowed
· Bubbles
Our Private Beach
I want to walk with you,
hand in hand on a shimmering,
sandy, private beach.
And talk with you, close and
confident, so your deepest dreams
I am able to reach.
To expose the gold, that you say
you know, exists within your brave
yet barren heart.
As the Ocean churns a soft hum
spurned, to spark our love to start.
I want to feel as though, when we’re
apart, our souls intertwine - so fine,
that we can both feel the other is near.
I want you to know that in your every
need, my mind is set to care.
When you are tired and sleep desired,
my arms will be your blankets,
and my chest will be your nest.
You can tell me your thoughts and
express your dreams; be spontaneous
with me as you gain your rest.
You can empty your fears, relieve
your cares and know that I dare to
listen and beware.
That these are sensitive things inside,
that focuses your pride and sometimes
you hide, from the rest of the world.
(But, hopefully, not from me.)
I want to gaze in your eyes and have
you see, the moistness of my happiness
with you, collecting to tears on the sides.
Feel my desires for you,
in the rush of my lustful kiss.
Know my hunger for you,
in my pawing touch.
And, the thrill in the painful
one-ness of fulfilling sex.
There is no guess, that I deeply
love you, want you, am consumed
by you, want to consume you –
But for now, I would just be
completely happy, to walk with
you …
on a private, sandy beach.
And the Lion bowed.
When the pixie fairy rubbed his belly,
He purred ever so deeply, from the promise
of love completely, that it set the other animals
running scared to flight.
Drool, extended down his whiskers,
happily forming dangly droplets of pleasure
hanging onto his scar covered cheeks.
He rolled about on his much armored back,
watching her fly about, back and forth and
around and out-side of his enormous head.
He thought – so little about his weighted dread,
as it was lifted by her enchanting presence, grace
and benevolence.
He felt very patient, and warm, and glowed,
under the gloaming of her exquisitely beautiful
charms.
His heart beat ferociously in his chest,
more intense, than in any battle he had
ever fought in his violent-turbulent youth.
He never could imaging feeling so good,
so intercepted, so warmly-unilaterally
completed.
Fleetingly, he would catch a glimpse of her
sparkling, long eye lashed, rainbow colored
eyes, as she hovered by –
This, making him smile – so big that his
face pained with hurt from the effort.
As the Lion, rarely, if ever, did such a
foolish thing.
His stomach quivered in delight inside of
him, to volcanically excite every time she:
Touched him,
Rubbed his brow,
Tweaked his nose,
Played with his hair,
Or
Brushed against his cheek.
Then,
She kissed his lips !
And the Lion grew weak.
And then,
the Lion ...
bowed.
Bubbles
There we are, on the sides of the bottle
as we swirl and swish about like bubbles,
while some great deity, mixes us inside
his tea.
So many things could be,
but one that I am most happiest about,
is obviously, you and me.
Things could have been so different,
like we could have been bubbles in
another, or separate bottles of time.
Different places, or other skins,
so much different from the ones
that we so love to rub against.
Where you fly like a bird
and I swim like a fish,
and we would have never met.
See, it doesn’t matter, the how,
or the why, or the what; what brings
a smile to my face is the who and
the when – the fact that out of all
the bubbles that fizzle, sizzle or
pop, your precious skin has rubbed
up against my own, in an entire sea
of endless possibilities.
I’ve lived in a bottle of time, on
the same planet that wars have
been fought, and oceans crossed,
and planes fly so high, that in a
place where mountains rise and
volcanoes swallow Islands back
into the murk, where the depths
are deep and the sheep sleep
under the stars with one eye open.
With all that variety, and history,
and distances, and places to get
lost in, and to and fro – I came
to somehow, one day, experience
and know,
who you are, and hear your travels,
and witness your growth and love
your whole being.
I kissed you,
I held you,
I looked into your eyes,
and saw you.
The real you.
That being said, the possibilities in
life, and really, not just the life
we know,
are endless,
and boundless,
and timeless –
So, our time – is now,
and our connection, was
made certain,
by some great deity,
drinking his tea,
and swirling it around,
until you met me.
I can’t thank him enough,
for making that happen.
I can’t imagine my life,
where you had never been.
I don’t want to think, of
a time where I can’t see you,
and I dread the minutes that
seem like centuries, when
you are away from me.
A warrior grows fearful, when
his sword is out of reach, and
without you, I am without sword,
shield and armor, thus, I am naked,
as your skin against mine, is what
I need to feel complete.
I was made to be in the same
era, see the same aura, share
the same flora in our ticking,
trickling moments of life together.
So as one bubble to another,
/> floating around the untranquil sea
of life, I’m eternally happy we
have met, and when I put it all in
this perspective,
I can define the reasons why,
I love you so much.
Humble Hopes
· Great Inspirations
· Living on Gifted Time
· Subliminal Curtain
· Time and Chance
· Why wouldn’t I celebrate …
· Show me your heart
· I would never hurt you …
· I bought a painting
· I knew you once
· Please allow me a chance ?
· My hope for you this Day …
· Thinking of her
· A Letter Grounded in Gravity
· Nothing but my …
· Better late than never
· Why are fish so cool …
· You
Great Inspiration …
waits for no one.
And the right time is always the exact moment when the world seems to fade away,
allowing focus on a true lesson, a thought to be finally heard or a reason understood.
It’s late as I write this, because I’ve been thinking about someone.
A woman who in many ways is still just a pretty little frustrated girl.
Someone who, if she could understand how truly unique she really is,
and could look past everything that has happened thus far in her life,
maybe she might realize that there was more to it all than meets surface eye.
How in a way she might be like everyone else, going through the motions,
the struggles and difficulties of life like the rest of us, but then are completely
one of a kind.
Maybe she is sitting right now, reading this – and that’s good.
I always wanted to get her attention with what I had to say.
…. A conversation ensues as we walk hand in hand down an autumn road.
So I could tell her, that she is beautiful and adventurous.
So I could tell her how smart and funny she can be, and that I can see her sweet soul.
I would let her know, that anything she did, that may have been done to her, that
may be presently happening and will happen in the future, is nothing because her
will can see her through. And why let the naysayers win anyway?
Stopping by a bridge, I inquire, “Is a bridge never crossed over, the same as a bridge
which never exists?” And hope that she drew an understanding, if you always stay
on one side of belief of what the world has been so far, you can never know what
may exist on the other side of love, of life or hope without crossing over to see.
Even if it were bad, her adventurous spirit can agree that she had made another stride
towards pushing past a new barrier, and if there was something good, then she is that
much richer for taking the journey.
I thought about all of this, while visions of her swam about inside my head.
…. And this was my Epiphany.
Living on Gifted Time.
It’s funny, how Man thinks and draws his thoughts sublime.
When the world seems to shrink and life slows to a painful grind.
Seconds seem like days, as the torture sets into mind,
and it’s when we give in, to give up, we cross over to living
on gifted time.
What a present awaiting was mine.
A smiling, cheerful happy soul, who suffered through lessons untold;
witnessed with eyes as ice blue and a name so precious the suffix is Gold.
She has had the hard lessons, the loveless beginnings,
the careless endeavors, the early exposures, the awakening commitments,
the frightful moments, the near fatal occurrences, the insightful provisions,
the forward motivations, the tireless struggles, the empty conclusions, the
disappointing realizations, the frustrating awakenings, the painful truths,
the old becoming older and the now a new path to with me coming into view.
She is still youthful and beautiful and caring.
She has a heart and a soul and is committed to me.
She is a true girlfriend, a true team player, a visionary and
a partner.
And I love her.
Because when I was so internally ready to completely give up, and I
saw no other way out, her smile and her laughter
was there to lead me to a new vision.
She came and made the old
and worthless – worthy.
She made the useless - useful, and the empty on its way to
full and whole.
And all she wants is for me to love her.
I have been here before and this time, I have made the right decision.
Subliminal Curtain
I could see a woman,
who thought she had saw it all.
She had been through many travels,
that her daring life to her unraveled.
And engaged fearlessly as the figurative,
“Mouse who roared.”
Advanced now in years; refined, disguised,
maybe in a guise encompassing past struggles
through un-metered loves, which seemed to be
what she wanted but not deserved in pleasure
or in agony.
There she was, just a vision of beauty –
for she stood so tall, as tall as her tippy-toes
would allow.
She was proud.
So proud of herself, I could see.
And that she should be.
Nothing was handed to her.
Nothing came easy.
Her subtle confidence exudes in her walk,
and a smile per every syllable as she talks,
bore a peaceful, pressurless demeanor which
was her blossoming gift back to the world.
Little does she know, that through this thin veil
She attracts me so.
Like a child captivated by the glow of a candle flame.
She would consider me lame; an infant in her eyes.
Yet, while daily she is beauty toward my own.
If only I could find a way, to say,
I enjoy every beat of who she is.
Her triumphs wear like gold on her skin.
I can resound softly in her disappointments,
and I can hold her and love her, like a Man.
Time and Chance …
So, let it be known, that the race is not geared towards the swift, nor made to suit the strong…,
But time and chance; overtake them all. (Ecclesiastes 9:11)
There is a window in life, where all things come to pass.
A time when good things happen, and sometimes very bad.
A period of grace, where a person may think, this is just the norm;
to a placid point where they do not even see the quiet,
- before the storm.
A time that is set, to build up and then tare down,
A time when many tears may fall to the ground,
A time when anger appears to be your best and only friend,
An era where pain and suffering seems to simply have no end.
But then, there are also times of such intense good.
Where life is being all that it should;
a gift from God that it was meant to be;
For when I met you, that good moment finally happened for me.
With so many factors between us;
Age, placement, timing, and status,
We have so much in common, yet remained in separate stasis.
(As time went by, in its unhurried sort of time-like way.)
From your travels, making yourself a marvel,
mentally, literally and cultural
ly.
To my battles, forging me externally,
tenaciously, strenuously and somewhat bitterly.
But, when I am around you, things all feel smoothened so evenly.
All the rough edges, blend together within the sound of your
voice and the flapping of soft wings, as time flies right out the window.
