by Xve
A world divine
of candy cane children playing atop a cool mint iceberg
about to break off into the glistening mouthwash sea.
An ocean of swirling passions, a Sargasso,
which I can only allow to drip so lightly slow
during the moments with which when we engage.
It produces such a rage; barring danger, never in anger,
but a quiet quivering waver of my defenses.
Damn, where did they go?
Maybe they retreated back to a time, when I knew you not,
but meeting you filled my hopeless heart,
in times of mind, through hopes of dreams,
to the construct of fantasizing your deep brown eyes,
looking back into mine.
Did I foresee the future?
Maybe, Yes, I’d say, every day,
as my emotions played,
and constructed the perfect woman within my heart’s desire to meet.
So who says dreams never come true?
My dreams did,
…………………………...... the very first moment,
I ever touched you.
Seal
She complained a little,
as I lay behind her.
Her butt sunk into by stomach,
with the length of my leg
covering her entire side,
then, bending in at the nape
of her knees.
My chest was steamy with
the sweat off her back, and
my left arm was submerged
into the puff of her belly,
coiled under, in a grip that
I knew couldn’t slip.
My other arm, pillowed her
head perfectly, with my fingers dangling far out of reach, of
her
tiny little hand.
She inched for some space,
which I allowed, knowing
that before, an old pillow so
square and cold, once lay
in her place.
That thing was famous.
Known to me by so many names,
and now it just lay on the floor.
As I held her so tight,
little did she know, that
I had been holding her,
that way for all my life.
And I wanted, nothing now
to come between us.
The Masses, a Few, and then there’s You…
I can count the amount of people, close to me, on pretty much one finger.
So my mind when doing this, tends not to linger.
But a finger bends in three places,
Allowing three spaces,
for special graces.
As for the masses,
My concern over passes,
Because they are way too intertwined with the daily grind
And see very little to do in creating an ounce of spectacular vernacular
for their own.
It’s no surprise ninety-five percent are controlled by five,
And the masses are also commonly referred to as, drones.
Then there are the few.
Who come along just as they do, at the right time when life is full of strife,
Able to throw off the concerns of the gimme, gimme, get, get world;
to see someone standing there, maybe gasping for air, with a butcher
knife snugly dug into their chest, and reach in and stoutly pull it out.
These people, these few, at the time appear to know exactly what to do,
and it can feel as though they had saved your life. (It so seems.)
They must be the answer to your dreams, and time goes by; – until,
It’s so long ago, that you’ve forgotten the original pain that clouded
your brain, and drenched your world with rain.
Why, remembering that, actually comes at a strain, and that’s a good thing.
But now, the stress has been replaced with a new.
The one who you thought would always be there for you -
Call it time,
Call it boredom,
Call it simple youth –
Why not just call it the truth?
The one who you thought was so “for you”,
The one who you perceived was endlessly true,
The person who was narrowed down by the category of “few”,-
May not be whom they appeared to be.
It’s such a rough awakening from a dream.
Don’t take it wrong –
There was true love shared.
Don’t think badly of them, or yourself, you both still cared.
But now the same feelings just aren’t there.
One small argument; which lead to overnight thoughts.
Maybe an infidelity,
Or, maybe things have just run their course.
Now you are older, wiser, and can push on without remorse.
I say you – because, now, I have met you.
Fictional as this passage may be –
Speculative as it is –
Far from the truth, or right on the head,
This story has happened to someone.
Maybe you, maybe me, in some point of time, it has set someone free.
Hurt; but what changes there?
Wiser; for the entire better.
And, open – for something, or someone new.
My life was harrowed, as the sinews to my priorities grew.
Thoughts have become narrowed, but my focus is now trued,
And then in a blessing – I finally met you.
In short,
I am so very happy to have met you.
Should these words become a pyramid, the very top would be you.
The pretentiousness of my life in unrealistic loves have been burned away –
And in my heart, there is standing room only for --
You.
Oddities …
Are what makes many people unique.
Though – there are some who would
scoff at the thought and apply another
labeling word, and that word is --
Freak.
So, to round out my exposition,
Pease review some famous oddities
for this lesson.
POE – Pound for pound was the greatest wordsmith next to Aristotle.
A tortured soul, who carried love for the word and love of a woman
to an unmarked grave. A master of writing, who created many times
inside, the singular mind. Poe never truly made it, but he was a legend
in his own time. And because I am a writer, he is never far from my spirit.
MARTIN LUTHER KING – Was a tender heart, wrapped up in a Man’s skin.
A visionary of peace and justice,
Of love for all.
And a voice, silenced, by the fact, that he was a pure
heart, wrapped up in the skin of a Man.
MOTHER TERESA – Saw no need for fame, comforts or glory.
She extended her knotty hands, and brought
forth mercy, to those who needed desperately,
a touch from God.
There are so many others, Gandhi, Jesus, Buddha – People of peace, vision and reason.
One other existed though in my tiny world:
DANDY – You’d never know her. To me, she was a spectacular lover,
and a short whisper of pleasure, in my often painful life.
I wanted to make her my wife, and grow with her, but, fate sees things
so very different.
She was an oddball, beautiful, colorful, under duress from her life like
so many. Yes, an oddity, just like me.
But, then again, what do I know?
When I’m just a freak.
Flowers in the fissures
I can feel the seeds take root,
growing inside the rows of folds,
the
billowy cotton of my brain.
Sprouting tiny thoughts of her,
when shined upon from her
beauty, and rained upon by
the ambrosial archipelago
the sound her voice brings.
The spring of my love dawns,
like a long morning’s yawn,
to the taffy-oranged eye, of
the sun in the deep-blue sky,
as she pads softly through my mind;
naked, hair a flow, through many
flowered rows of all my thoughts
that are planted-rooted about her.
She is the garden, the water,
the air, the breeze, the light,
the energy and the gardener.
I am just a lucky observer,
for seeing her could never be
sweeter, smelling her work
no more rewarding, and
experiencing her –
A blessing, only one that time
and chance could hope to bring.
God knows, so many things,
could have been so different.
As I imagine the wonderful
pains I have, wanting for her,
loving her, wishing for her,
waiting for her, yet a coda
gone by, could have thrown
that so far awry.
And what is it like, when you meet?
Someone so very truly unique?
That you feel there just one chance,
of a one in a million romance?
And luck seems to stand as the sole
default answer?
I can tell you what happens,
these tiny little flowers begin to
grow.
And you wear them
like a cap, because you
think of them so much,
and you strain to reach
to touch –
that single person you see,
in the wide open field,
of dreams,
in the fully planted acreage
of your mind.
The One you want,
Is like a Unicorn, a Pegasus,
flying in the jet stream mist
of tomorrow’s dreams.
And with just one kiss,
you’re hooked by bliss,
of thoughts and dreams
of being with them for
eternity.
The one you want, makes
everything more vibrant,
and colorful and funny.
They make you feel safe,
though safety is just a state of
mind, but what else is there
to have within consciousness.
So, the parallels go, that
a Woman can have any
Man, at any time, but
truly cannot have the
Man she wants.
Or a Man can work hard,
create his dreams, become
the boss, take top slot,
rule his kingdom, but
be alone from the time
and the effort he took,
so he settles into an unhappy
unison along the way.
Unless luckily, the universe
smiles on you with the other
half of you, which most of us
are so blind, seeking hands out,
desperately to find.
Little kiddies, with big hearts,
big dreams and big bank accounts.
I’ve written before that there
are only two types of love.
The one you will seek to find,
and the one who will seek to
find you.
What happens often, these CODAs
of time, bypass like the rain and
and a sunny day, but rarely do they
combine in form to create a sun-shower.
Love could never be better,
when the balance is just right,
and you’ve found the one you
want,
who wants you back, -
Just like you’re the one.
I only want you.
of this I’m sure.
Because you’re the one I adore.
Please let me love you?
And please let me hold you?
Let me drink your tears away
as they fall from your eyes?
Let me gaze at your beauty,
when you sleep all through
the night?
Yes, you’re tough, and
maybe quite strong,
but I am built to carry
you.
I was bred to protect you.
And I will never leave you.
You excite me –
You make me happy.
And our love is fueled
by our chemistry.
I react with you, the way I do,
because it’s you.
I’m gentle with you, because
you are precious to me, and there’s
no one else I feel this way about.
When you sleep in my arms, I’m
amazed at my journey which brought
me to you.
All the danger and all the anger,
all the let downs and the frustrations,
were so worth the wait to have you
breathing so beautifully and safely
on my arm, right next to me.
I only want you.
You’re the one who I chose.
No one can know why.
But, it’s important that you know my love.
We can still have a beautiful, loving, rest of
our lives together.
Please think about this?
Please say yes?
And you will find,
That I only want you.
Precious
Is, as you sleep, I weep.
Over your strength.
And your love, that you
feel towards your own.
That, that is all anyone can
hope for. To receive and to
experience your gracious
kindness.
The tenderness, that I
can imagine you show,
to your very own, that
is why they cling to you
and you can never let
them go.
And as you sleep, curled
up next to your boy. That
is where you should always
be and all you should ever
need to do.
Because I will find a way,
I will work night and day,
I will carve a path, and
I will make one that will last,
as my mind can only fast,
on the dreams you both must
have. Yours, a hope for their
future. Theirs, a dream of love
for their Mother.
So rest my Beautiful Princess.
Sleep and breathe in comfort,
and trust a knight of peace.
Knowing that someone in
this world, knows to you,
what is; … and that you are
…. extremely, Precious.
Ink and Quill
I hope that these words do
not make your heart go still.
I chose a different format to
record these words, and that
is by Ink and Quill.
But, the ink I use is much more
than a lumicant. It is a declaration,
a proclamation, of my dedication,
only to you, of my love.
This passage, that you see,
is written in my blood.
It’s the only thing I really own.
And the only proof, that these
words came from me.
This ink flows from my heart,
because these are the words
that I want you to see.
I
love you.
And I’m in love with you.
And I love all who you love,
and will dedicate myself to
everything above.
I wanted to swear by something
you can hold, and see, and know.
I want to tell you in a way that
when you hold this in your hands,
you are holding a piece of me, as
well.
I wanted these words to come
directly from my heart, and this
is the only way I knew how.
I wanted to give you a part of me.
I wanted to give you the most
authentic part of me.
I wanted to give you a part of me
that I cannot live without, as a symbol
of how I feel I cannot live without you.
I wanted to give you the only part of
me that can never, ever be changed.
Just like my love for you.
I wanted to give you a part of me,
