by Xve
essence and they will become a version of you.
You are the original beauty, as everything in this
world was created by some Man, who was in love,
and wanted to provide a better life for his Woman.
You are all the things we want, and can’t create.
And, there is still some one walking on the face
of the planet, who will crush his own guts to be
with you.
You are everything this writer wants and sometimes
can’t have.
And if you ever think that no one loves you,
or
no one wants you.
Call me.
STORY
Evening shade has dawned over the earth. Yet one
such soul has not noticed. Weary in his travels, sore in his
muscles, cloudy in his mind, but full of one objective in
his heart. He presses on.
He has walked many miles to stand on the edge of
realizing his goals, and yet the struggle seemed short. But
in his mind he had already agreed at no cost would he lose
his true love; for every step he took brought him closer and
ever closer. The hunger of his passion fueling his body at
times where there was little or no effort left to point the
direction.
Sometimes a fond memory became his only friend in
times of need, or a recollection of a sworn promise that to
him, steel, would shatter easier than mere spoken words.
With this in our traveler’s mind, he laughs about the
past, engages the present, and boldly chases his future.
And then, one day ….
A plain little bird, with a bright yellow bill,
sang a charming mellow tune from atop my window sill.
Within my surroundings, the music seemed to fill,
as I woke to the sound,
and noticed my world around.
The walls which were always, a touch-tinge of grey,
appeared much lighter and luminescently brighter,
this mystical magical day.
The clouds that normally loomed, above my ickety-rickety bed,
faded to obscurity from the song flowing inside my head.
My eyes what tend to stick closed on most dreary days?
Could not appear wider, when taking in the sun’s rays.
The bird chirped and peeped; hopped about on its tiny feet.
Circled and looked about – then all things, repeat.
I moved closer, as not to startle, but to simply observe,
My new found friend, this interesting bird who of my respect
is well deserved.
This harbinger of song, this bringer of happiness and peace
of which her influence, I hoped would not cease.
Of course it was new,
Of course it was different,
Of course I want this to last,
Who wouldn’t?
She was strange at first,
She was definitely different.
I became so attached to her beauty and magnificence.
It was just at that moment, when I had thought this all through,
I stretched out my hand, in total hopes of holding you.
And then, she flew – long and far away.
Never to ever see her again, even to this day.
Returning me to an even darker world than previously before.
And nothing has been the same ever since.
When I sleep, I dream …
And she’s always there.
Perfect little Blonde, with
pink streaks in her hair.
But, the perfection of what
I speak , is of how we’ve seemed
to grow.
To where she loves me too,
And we’re all to the other that
we know.
Yea, she spunky, and she’s funny,
and she’s two bottles of Alleve a night
for all the headaches and trouble.
She’s so sexy, and perplexing, and
keeps me on my toes.
She reaches for me, she kisses me,
She hugs me oh so closely.
She loves me – She’s not afraid,
not under pressure or under
any spell.
She walks with me, holds my hand,
kisses me with her beautiful lips.
She allows me to love her, and
when we’re together, the world
comes to a complete stop.
We have agreement,
We have trust,
We play, we reach for the
other.
We curl up together –
We peacably sleep –
And have fun when we eat,
because she’s my other, better
half who I can’t live without.
She mirrors who I am.
She believes in our abilities.
And we go forward and grow,
because to each other, we’re
all that we know.
But when I wake up –
She’s gone.
And I have to face the day alone.
Reality becomes one, as I realize
I’m alone, and the only thing that
loved me the night before,
were the wrinkles in the sheets.
SAYONARA SONNET
Adieu,
To you.
Please don’t spoil my view, of the
tears that drip from my heart.
We once were one, now two
and now that we are through,
I’m off to make a brand new start.
A tainted, shaded hue, that cloud that
spoiled my view has gave to skies of
electric blue,
And now I stand, one step smart.
The pain inside, has died to numb.
I agree, I was the one so dumb,
to ever tell you close to my heart.
Epilogue
If I were struck blind and could not see what made me smile,
I would still know it was her.
My ears would hear her voice whisper,
my nose would receive her scent,
my hands would identify he curves,
my lips would seal to hers as they have done so a million times before.
But, if I could not see her,
or hear her,
or smell her,
- If I lost my arms to hold her
- and my tongue to taste her
- or my skin to feel her perfect presence pressed against what I once was,
Then I am dead.
But, I lived a greater life than many,
being given such a gift that not just any could have had.
And I cherish it unto my soul.
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Meeting
Our Private Beach
And the Lion bowed.
Bubbles
Humble Hopes
Great Inspiration …
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 fish are so cool …
You …
Phenomenal Love
Woman of my dreams…
Seal
The Masses,
a Few, and then there’s You…
Oddities …
Flowers in the fissures
The One you want,
I only want you.
Precious
Ink and Quill
Magnetic
Room
Love me freely,
I Hold her forever …
The Dandelion
The Tornado
Uncertainty
The Chasm
The reach …
The Reach – ll
Grave and subtle differences between Man and Woman
She won’t pick me.
Most mysterious mystery
It’s never returned and she never cries
Nothing Romantic About the Pain
Allow me something … Say anything … or am I nothing?
I just don’t know…
Mack Truck
There’s just no point in asking ...
Reckoning
She don’t care
I have nothing to offer her –
Separation is to Death …
Pursuing …
Pinch the Wall
A long night of letting go
Swing Batter
Love Dies Like a Child
What do you do?
Dandelion
Aftermath
I walked away from a dream
The Wings of Goodbye.
Vapors of Lace.
The sun set on the candle flame
Breeze
Vain
The Whites of Her Eyes …
Big Fat Lie
STORY
And then, one day ….
When I sleep, I dream …
SAYONARA SONNET
Epilogue
