Sweetest, softest cuddling, I lie at death's front door, Thoughts go back to yesterday, I pray for one day more. Legs once held me fast and firm, Now useless to the task, Just one more step is all I want, Is that too much to ask? Eyes once spoiled to the sight, Of a morning Sun reborn, Now blinded to all that is, It's the wasted time I mourn. Lying there within myself, A fire came alive, My story would not end this day, In fact it would now thrive. All that I had ever known, Changed one fateful day, An oath I swore to live again, And never give my time away. Through love and strength and fortitude, A new life there was to live, I could no longer hold the pain within, In fact, I would forgive. Now I run through weathered paths, And climb the hills I see, I love with the fiercest lion's will, A love that starts with me. Blessed I was with sight again, To look into her eyes, Blessed I was to stand again, Underneath our Summer skies. For in the end I was born to be, Tested, tried and true, To be the man I need to be, When I was led to you. A poet born to tell a tale, Of lovers walking in the Sun, A warrior reborn to her, To the heart that is the One.
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Come to me, she said to me, And I obeyed. I climbed to touch the stars, Just to fall forever in her arms. Come to me, I said to her, And she did. Fallen from the clouds of destiny, Just to land forever in my arms. In the moment, When our flesh began its enjoyment, We new that forever wasn't just ahead, But a memory of lives once lived, together. Our heartbeats are surely finite, Yet they echo in eternity, A truth beholds its Maker in love, A man beholds a vision in his soul. A warrior though I be, Tears do flow in the moment of our departure. A stoic though I am, I hold firm to the testament of a life worth living. As she departs, As we leave for the spaces we call home, I realize that heaven is where her body lays, And heaven would make a wonderful home indeed. In moments we are parted... I feel the loss of her, Like a drowning man deep in a dark sea, Struggling for the air, I know is right above the surface. I long for the touch of her, Like a wayward soul just trying to find its direction, Lost in a forest of uncertainty, She, my compass, leads me home. A man who knows he's dying has a purpose, To live beyond the measure of his mind, To make fear a slave to his own virtue, Rather than the other way around. A man who has known great loss, Knows the gift of a Sunrise, He waits for things others take for granted, And holds dear the truths that others cannot understand. This man who knows both has found his Source, And sees the wonders in her eyes, Keeps sacred the pleasures of her touch, Forever true to her, the Surface of his sea. Left forever to certain devices, Two souls parted will find their home indeed, For the will of love can never be defeated, The Source of love can never be unfound. It is there that a lost man finds a sanctuary, The Stoic bends his knee in surrender to her pace, A warrior bends his head to sword in quite repose, To the One that gives meaning to Entirety. For when the winter ends, And the battles are all but over, She is there, to take him in her arms, And gently lead him home.
To the kindred One, indeed. May you know the loving fierceness of the man who you have cherished, and the truth of words we create together on our journey.
We walk along a winding trail,
Bounding to and fro,
We often wonder where we are,
And which direction we should go.
There are those times within each step,
When we find the compass true,
It’s then you’ll ask me where I’ve been,
And I’ll reply “my destination was always you.”
It will not matter what scene we set,
Whether mountain or open sea,
What will count is what we do when there,
When you’re sitting next to me.
Time will bend its will to loving hearts,
Cloudy skies will turn to blue,
For now I walk each step alone,
To the destination that is you.
No more empty vows to say,
No fears will dare enslave,
Two kindred souls born to walk the path,
That will always be unpaved.
So when the mountains hide the Sun,
As mountains often do,
No winter snows can dare keep me,
From the destination that is you.
When my final breath has gone,
And you sit with memories,
You’ll remember the moment that we met,
In the wild springtime breeze.
You’ll whisper words of kindred love,
Remember scenes of marigolds anew,
You’ll say to me, “wait patiently…
…my destination was always you.”
Which question do you answer?
There are those shredding little bits of themselves just for a moment of human companionship.
In need of fill for empty spaces, they carve away.
Love flows past them while they scramble in their madness,
Invisible touches miss their flesh as they hurry for the next encounter,
Examples in insanity, destined to be alone.
Love will come if you just sit for a while.
Embrace the emptiness, and let it be filled with value.
In its own time, in its own way,
You will learn the value of your emptiness.
And rejoice when gold fills the coffers you've left bare.
Truth will seek you when you release your dependence on the lie,
In strength you will rise only when you stop kissing the ground on which you've fallen.
Be aware, the beast within you is only strong when you feed it,
Whichever wolf you feed will come to howl at the Moon.
Whichever tree you water will be the one to bear you fruit.
Sit silently, and you will hear the greatest song,
Release your grasp on tomorrow and watch your arms be filled with Now.
Seek not the answers and discover the folly of the question,
Waste not a minute on these things,
And see Heaven from high above.
I taste you,
On the tip of my tongue,
Like the words of some great song
Remembered in a heartbeat.
Faint, like a bonfire in the wintertime,
I am awoken to the memory of her flame,
My truth will never be the same.
I hear you,
Echoing through the caverns of a past not yet lived,
Sweet words caressing me in my slumber.
Great fortune touches me on the forehead,
Gratitude weeps from my every pore,
A song that bears her name,
Her truth will never be the same.
Do not fret,
Your calls have not been forgotten,
Your voice is etched in the annuls of my heart.
A spoken truth like leaves dancing in the wind,
As a willow weeps and smiles just the same,
Its truth will never be the same.
In our joy mountains move and oceans kiss the rain,
Solemn love gave hints of time to come,
Your light poured through the cracks in my soul.
Hear my truth as my fingertips touch your skin,
There, in what Venus shall proclaim,
Our truth will never be the same.
I swear I heard a flower bloom,
With the smile upon your face,
And I swear I smelled some sweet perfume,
As we shared our happy space.
In the end of fabled land and sea,
We find ourselves alone at last,
As if some written destiny,
A feast to end our fast.
For love is not some printed book,
It’s as free as empty air,
It is never where you might look,
And yet it’s always there.
So know that in your lips I find,
Heaven’s pearly gate,
And in that perfect sweet behind,
An impetus to wait.
In a mountain’s summer breeze,
Feel my hand upon your skin,
Turn and kiss me if you please,
Then let me slowly in.
Because our two hearts forever one,
United in an anthem for the ages,
Have discovered something in the Sun,
Foretold by poets and their sages.
Tomorrow is best left to other hearts,
For today is our domain,
If lightning strikes and thunder starts,
We’ll be rolling in the rain.
Laughter finds the wounded mind,
When fear is laid to rest,
It’s then we leave the past behind,
To put this moment to the test.
Do not fear where demons tread,
Or care too much when Angels speak,
For devils sing to helpless dead,
And Angels to the weak.
Just walk with purpose born within,
And stand tall against the storm,
For it’s not fear of saint nor sin,
That was born to keep you warm.
In the space where enormity collides with our smallest whims,
Man exists as creatures of his own demise,
Destined to bathe in the swill of his discontent,
Afraid of creatures he once heard exist,
Yet never has seen himself.
In the aftermath of great storms of such misery,
We exist as creatures of our own creation,
Born to both fall and rise in the shackles of our mind,
Yet dead to the truth of what could be,
A truth many have not yet been given.
Each nail in our coffin can awaken us to great imagination.
Each sound of the shovel striking sunken stone,
Awakens us to the great peril of having never lived at all.
Awaken, please, I beg of you,
Sleep will come in its own time.
Who slides with us into our great unknowns?
Other seekers, equally steeled to some great task,
Holding hands, or walking in one great Solitude,
Tongues dancing together in some great Kiss,
Lovers they are, even in their moments alone.
Those who do not understand please find shelter from the rain,
We, the Ones, must dance or drown without the shelter you seek.
We must clean ourselves in the mud and swim in the raging torrents,
We have no time, such cowardice is not our way,
Instead, we'll find our ecstasy in the things that scare you away.
Fucking to the sounds of thunder, making love under the eyes of Moon,
Laughing as we might while darkness fades away,
Leave us be to our delightful misery,
We explode to sounds of joy and challenge,
We...climax as a sacrament to our own Heaven.
I hear her coming in the autumn breeze,
In the darkest hours of the morning I speak her name,
Silent though I am, my heart shouts for its own mastery,
Awakened though I be, I grab her by the hair
And take her just as she as commanded me to be.
Forgetful though I am, my hours shrink before my eyes,
Each thankless tick of that Great Clock seems me nearing my own end,
I will not go silently, bent to the order of how I was told things would be,
Watch me, and marvel at my greatness,
Discover you are but seeing a reflection of your own.
Be joyful in the scratch marks on my flesh,
Cock swollen, she knows where I have been.
The dust on my feet will betray my deepest secret,
The blood that trickles down my back forever sings
That song she shouts when she reaches that place she fears to go.
We know what cannot be unknown,
Forgotten, perhaps in our moment of humanity,
But never unknown in the space of our Divinity,
She straddles me with such great intention,
Rides me until the Sun burns eternal in our sky.
Yes, it is forever evident in the hearts of those who dance in great unknowns,
What is not ours to share is often that which cannot be kept to ourselves.
The dilemma, it seems, is in which we cater too.
The wolf we feed,
Is the wolf that wins.
To know yourself,
Stand on a stone that once shook you to your core,
Walk on ground that once made your feet tremble,
Fear not the fall but the absence of the climb,
Know what you are here to know.
Crawl when you fall and cannot stand,
Taste the dirt and marvel at its acerbity,
Seek the absence of your normality,
If you wish to find the truth caked in mud around you.
Love the wound, yet to it have no addiction,
Savor the taste of victory, but to it have no attachment,
Crave the silence, and learn to find it in the chaos,
Seek the space that you find sacred, and defend it with your honor first.
To truly know yourself,
You must first die a horrible death,
Feel the sharp scrape of the Reaper’s talon,
Tear your weathered flesh from the bone.
You must burn in the inferno you have set ablaze,
Rise again with Satan’s horns adorned around your neck,
Owning both right and wrong like some cherished memory,
Bestowing upon no one the oaths you’ve uttered in the dark.
Adore the scars and bury no one in the muck you’ve left behind,
Yet do not carry them when they can walk themselves,
Drag them through the flames when they are unconscious,
And leave the hopeless ones behind.
Then you will know yourself,
In the outstretched arm from which you offer your heart,
In the demands of others you cast aside like toys,
In the treasures you hold dear, fitting in the palm of your hand.
You will recoil when your soul demands it,
And dance in the mosh pits when your body surrenders,
Muddy, bloody, you laugh with the demons and cry with the saints,
For you have found your freedom.
To feel the vibrations of Nature’s song…
The smell of Her forgotten pines,
Eternity encapsulated in the droplets of cool mists,
As water falls,
As Her sweat sprays against the rocky mounds of Her exuberance.
The soil beneath your feet never quite the same.
I’ve heard the calling of Her ecstasy,
As the song birds greet the arrival of the Sun,
As man stirs in his unconsciousness,
Distorting Her truth with the lies of his existence.
Though I falter, I hear the beckoning of Her breezes,
Tried and true I stand beside Her majesty,
Bruised, but sure to the task for which I was born,
To climb, to fall, to bleed upon Her fertile soil.
Forgotten the truest womb a babe has ever known,
The willows weeping their joy and I cry beside them,
She knows no bounds in Her acceptance,
And no judgements of misguided expectations of survival.
Hold this tired form, swaddled nicely in the torrents of despair,
Her rapids flowing beside me,
The sounds deafening me to the point where I can finally hear
That howl that rages deep inside me.
Tear away these shrouds, and leave me naked in the field somewhere,
I beg you, bleed me of the humanity bestowed on me from birth,
Rugged, let me know the steadiest of stones
As I seek my way downward once again.
You know…
In the expanse beyond the limitations you’ve placed on your mind,
The fear of a babe crowning from the womb,
Of the old man near breathing his last.
The power of light as it enters a darkness.
Take those limitations and burn them to ash.
Let the winds of trust sweep them up as you are taken to the clouds,
Know truth in your flight,
And find resolve in the realizations of the moment.
Those wings you now find were always there,
Clipped the moment you escaped the womb,
Pinned to your ideas the second you were taught how to be,
Fear bestowed upon you by the fearful.
How has your enslavement served you?
Save the identity you’ve created around your own misery,
What service have your chains provided?
What more could you do before that final breath?
The light of the Sun is an experience of its magnificence,
The darkness of the night an expression of all its possibilities.
Heed not the voices they gave you and your conception,
For it is your conception, a treasure not theirs to turn to shit.
You know…
In the moments when your life is at its most silent,
The grace you share with all that is.
Your time is limited, and soon what is you will cease to be,
So be you to the fullest for whatever moments you have left.
Take what holds you back and throw it to the wolves,
For they are hungry for your hesitation.
Your restraints were gifts from others who bore their weight as well,
But you wear them only of your own accord.
Your love was meant to flow freely,
To where ecstasy and joy flow like rapids down a raging stream,
Forget that fear that holds you tied to a sinking ship,
And remember those instincts that pushed you from your mother’s womb.
Be born! Not to exist but to live anew,
Embrace the wisdom sure to follow your climb,
And the thin air that will find you at the summit.
What flows through you binds you to all that is.
You do not breathe the air that comes from within,
You share it from all that is around you,
Breath that binds you to eternity,
Will arise you from your slumber the moment you can no longer find it.
You know…
You have always known, my love.
You have just forgotten in your gasping for what is freely all around you,
Another obstacle in your way, you surrender to the mind that suffocates you,
Another idea that supports the notion of who you think you are.
Or who I must be…