Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Love is a place in one's heart that is rarely used to its fullest potential. Is there such a thing as lost love? When you lose something, it could potentially be found, but when love is lost, you may never find it again. Indeed, one may be out of sight... but never competely out of mind and the other left with unrelenting wonderment of what might have been... it's so unkind.
Posted by My Journey at 4:53 PM
Monday, December 12, 2011
I am sore,
from all this violence of affection,
my expectations, so tender,
so oft refused and rejected,
from the commitment insecure,
the thoughts insufficient,
the wanting more,
and doing nothing about it.
So I swore,
off that myth of selfish longing,
to drink no more of that
pure hollywood concoction,
a poison sweet but toxic,
to starve this hungry heart
until its greed was defeated,
beating rhythms metallic,
wanting no more,
and thinking nothing about it.
But I am betrayed,
by my dreams and delusions,
for each evening,
they speak of nothing but love,
and doing something about it,
They tell of
mystic meetings remembered,
of long nights lounging
in the eye of the sunflower,
of the warmth of house
and the coldness without it.
And so today,
that starving heart's hunger
has been awakened,
perhaps drunk and delusional,
it wants more of it.
my heart will give in to this song,
like an addict.
I will sing of love,
and wanting more of it.
I will cast my heart out and wish for more,
as I cannot live without it.
And I will hope
that you will hear the melodic wanting
this hungry heart transmits.
Posted by My Journey at 8:58 PM
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Where guarded hearts were open to chance,
The way they do when chasing romance.
Where laughing eyes gave subtle suggestion,
And doubts of love were never a question.
Where I unlocked a man seldom set free,
I still don't know what she saw in me.
Where I saw in her a love long sought,
A dragonfly that wouldn't be caught.
Where has it gone...Did it ever exist?
An unreachable dream I couldn't resist.
I'll fall back to sleep and dream for a year,
If it means that her world still will be here.
The moon now is waning, nights at an end,
Dew-drop dreams are washing within,
Cleansing the heart of a distant ghost,
And making room for a future host.
Posted by My Journey at 9:52 PM
Friday, February 25, 2011
A love she sought all her life,
she reached for him with all her might.
His eloquent speech and a sage-like mind
she found comfort in his teachings silently online,
but he only indulged her for a short time,
not fully admitting there was another on his line.
Thus a valued mistake she would always keep in mind
yet still wonder what if someday or in another time?
A love she sought all her life,
blind from the darkness of doubt, try as she might
he caught her in her fall and gave back her sight
yet this one claims he wants not a wife.
Her open heart extended as to grasp a safety line
while he laments past mistakes and wasted time.
How can she prove to him her love is kind?
Would he come to his senses and change his mind?
Will the uncertainty drive them to seek
love’s grapes from a different vine?
Yet they continue on building a life,
and yet not sure where it leads or if there is enough time.
Thus, a deeper love is held in abeyance, restrained with an uncertain twine.
Maybe love is only a temporary state of mind.
Posted by My Journey at 1:11 PM