"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin."Love is the beauty of the soul."
--St. Augustine
"A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous."
--Ingrid Bergmen
"I love you, not only for what you are, But for what I am when I am with you."
--Roy Croft
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
**ThrowBack #2**
Close yet far
I'm reaching out for a star
Your body calls for me, unintentionally
As if you were meant for me
I'm Climbing mountains, swimming seas
Yet still uou’re the only one for me
If I could, I would
You can’t but you definitely should
How much longer must I wait?
Until the day when we……
Damn boy…..
Oh Baby….
You’re making me high
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
In A Sentimental Mood
To: Coltrane and Ellington
The emotions
struggle against the confinement
of thoughts before spoken.
Pre-existing words strangle and
dull the sentiment.
Feelings only pure in my head
that put me into a certain frame of mind,
take me to a certain place in time,
inexplicable by the rigidity of any language.
People want to understand how I’m feeling
and all I can tell them is:
“Listen to the song.”
The emotions
struggle against the confinement
of thoughts before spoken.
Pre-existing words strangle and
dull the sentiment.
Feelings only pure in my head
that put me into a certain frame of mind,
take me to a certain place in time,
inexplicable by the rigidity of any language.
People want to understand how I’m feeling
and all I can tell them is:
“Listen to the song.”
A Quick Point of Clarification
Jena 6.
Megan Williams.
Nooses being hung at college campuses across the nation.
Degrade our children,
Our women,
And even our places at institutions of higher learning?
Is it really expected that
The hate that is passed on from one generation to another
Through late-night meetings and
Crosses set on fire
Will intimidate people who built this country
Foundation and all
On their backs,
With their hands,
With their ravaged bodies and broken spirits,
And still lived to tell the tale?
Megan Williams.
Nooses being hung at college campuses across the nation.
Degrade our children,
Our women,
And even our places at institutions of higher learning?
Is it really expected that
The hate that is passed on from one generation to another
Through late-night meetings and
Crosses set on fire
Will intimidate people who built this country
Foundation and all
On their backs,
With their hands,
With their ravaged bodies and broken spirits,
And still lived to tell the tale?
the hospital room
the feeling of loss hangs in the air,
clings to the sterile, white, walls
and the cheerful and bold window curtains
that fail to distract from the cold frost outside.
my mother is lying on the bed, disheveled,
staring at the curtains,
as though wishing that the life they connote
could replace that just lost within her.
artificial warmth pumps through plastic grey vents
but does not penetrate the cold that has stricken us –
the visitors to this place that has grief pulsating from
the walls
the floor
the ceiling
the chairs are uncomfortable,
but also comforting as the subtly suggest
in their firm, unrelenting way,
that visiting hours must come to an end.
and the relief that that thought brings is immediately
followed by guilt.
as our time does draw to an end,
as was inevitable but still too soon,
my mother sobs at the prospect of being alone.
her fragility frightens me
and when my father stays behind to soothe her ravaged being,
i wonder how many people have uttered the same words
in this room.
clings to the sterile, white, walls
and the cheerful and bold window curtains
that fail to distract from the cold frost outside.
my mother is lying on the bed, disheveled,
staring at the curtains,
as though wishing that the life they connote
could replace that just lost within her.
artificial warmth pumps through plastic grey vents
but does not penetrate the cold that has stricken us –
the visitors to this place that has grief pulsating from
the walls
the floor
the ceiling
the chairs are uncomfortable,
but also comforting as the subtly suggest
in their firm, unrelenting way,
that visiting hours must come to an end.
and the relief that that thought brings is immediately
followed by guilt.
as our time does draw to an end,
as was inevitable but still too soon,
my mother sobs at the prospect of being alone.
her fragility frightens me
and when my father stays behind to soothe her ravaged being,
i wonder how many people have uttered the same words
in this room.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Last First Kiss
Just..Writing...My...Thoughts...
Its my hope...
more like a distance wish
that you are my last first kiss.
Well something to that affect...
cuz every kiss with you is a first..
a first where im completely lost in the moment.
When i think about your kiss..
I smile...
I laugh...cuz its just sooo silly
How something so simple makes me ........giddy...like a child
It just felt right...
More than feeling right,
NOTHING was wrong...
This is why I pray...
that you are my last first kiss.
*unedited...straight from the head...just got a little inspiration from the song*
Saturday, May 2, 2009
It Knocks You Down
Untitled
It's actually unimaginable...
I imagined us being friends,
laughing about inside jokes.
I imagined us being lovers,
so close and so tight.
I imagined us out and about,
but alone in our own world.
I imagined a changed me;
I was changed by you.
I imagined I put a smile on your face
with the silly things
I imagined there was no end,
just continuous ecstasy.
I imagine....
I only imagined the best
But..
It seems that reality may soon be...
Nothing I IMAGINED it to be.
It's actually unimaginable...
I imagined us being friends,
laughing about inside jokes.
I imagined us being lovers,
so close and so tight.
I imagined us out and about,
but alone in our own world.
I imagined a changed me;
I was changed by you.
I imagined I put a smile on your face
with the silly things
I imagined there was no end,
just continuous ecstasy.
I imagine....
I only imagined the best
But..
It seems that reality may soon be...
Nothing I IMAGINED it to be.
Friday, May 1, 2009
THAT IS...
You caught me with my guard down
I seriously could have sworn that I was completely closed off
I mean, who wouldn't be after major disappointments
We all go through it
I was done, through, walls up, doors closed...
However, I was looking out the peephole, apparently Just For You!!
I was looking for that smile, that laugh, that sarcasm, that intelligence,
that motivation, that drive, that face, that passion, that kiss, that touch, that hug..
I seriously could have sworn that I was completely closed off
I mean, who wouldn't be after major disappointments
We all go through it
I was done, through, walls up, doors closed...
However, I was looking out the peephole, apparently Just For You!!
I was looking for that smile, that laugh, that sarcasm, that intelligence,
that motivation, that drive, that face, that passion, that kiss, that touch, that hug..
That's You!
And THAT IS...
All that I need....right now!!!
All that I need....right now!!!
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