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14 Jun

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I have exhausted my store of happiness?

It seems my joy has come and gone, I am a person out of time, born to late.

I reach out to take hands that are already full, hearts at capacity, she is spoken for and taken.

I fallen out of synchronicity with desires and needs, I no longer have the ability to distinguish a tree from the forest.

The heart wants want the heart wants and it cares not for details nor significant others, it does not recognize dogged structure.

I am being held hostage by the beautiful unavailable, that now seeks unmentioned ransom.

Will I be a one man show in a one act play, untuned instruments,will I find hands not full, hearts with space for a lonely traveler?

There be a warm spot next to me, waiting and wanting to be filled by she, that flower that needs a little help blossoming.

Is this wicked karma paying visits to the uninitiated who have forgotten past transgressions and unadulterated affair?

Good times indeed come and go, I guess I’m left waiting for the return, waiting for this light that shines from my heart to pierce this perfect darkness and find she who’s heart light has pierced perfect darkness.

I won’t pretend to be on bent knee waiting for she that this Earth does not know, passing season while she that this Earth does know waits for me.

No more sitting by closed window in candlelight as if waiting on payment due, I will move out to collect.

Though unavailable does not make she unlovable.

I looked right at you

25 Apr


You have always been my comfort, the one friend I could count on. You were my plan and all the lands and times you could take me to when this one had dried up. You brought tears of resolve and relinquishment to a boy and though cold you were, your touch was always warm. The heat of ten thousands suns was not as hot as the warmth of the thought of you. You were there when I saw no one and you stayed until I would sleep. You brought me smiles and you blinded me to frowns, your face was all I saw and your face was all I had seen. I could look off into the distance and there you were, arms always open, always willing to let me in. When the rain came you came also and when the light of day came you came also. We were close and I looked right at you. You never stop looking at me and when the time was right you spoke to me and I listened. You spoke to me and I listened, in my listening I heard you say to me what nobody could or would. You said the thing to me that my essence craved, you said to me, no more hurt and you said no more hate. You said to me, I will take away all that is dirty in your sight and I will make you new. You told me you could make me new, like how I used to be, before all of this. You told me the little boy that is me, though scared and scarred will be new and you will be with him. And I looked right at you and you meant it. What is it that I can do,, that I must do, for you, for all this redemption. And you looked right at me and said, yellow…..yellow is my favorite color and I want to see you in it.

Some will not know my story and my brush with this person/thing, this will give you all need. http://www.blubrry.com/the_cows/1174517/the-cows-on-depression/