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Falling In Love

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I free fall in complete space. My life do I share.
Darkness is a cool warmth punctuated by light
Of a rarefied nature. I am meant to be
In consort with all goodness between she and me.
We’re not risen in loving as our souls take flight.
Unless something of me falls, there’s no love affair.

I’ve collected who I am for such a long time.
There is much to hold on to but much to let fall.
I know that in the falling, I’ll be that much more
In attune with the wants of the one I adore.
The expression is meaningful and a good call,
Being that, as I’m falling, I’ve no will to climb.

Someone else has become more important than me.
I do find it delightful and much like a spell
That is cast from a bigger source. So, with due grace
I succumb to my falling and fully embrace
Any space where my true love and I freely dwell.
Myself as just one being I no longer see.

Matter Of Heart

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If I feel I’ve been cheated, I’m in a bad place.
Yet, that’s just what has happened. Should I go to war?
I’ve the right to seek justice for what has been done.
I can’t promise that I will not harm anyone.
In my blind, mindless rage I must even the score.
I’ll exact some remorse and do so with no grace.

As I replay this monologue, like déjà vu,
Can I see what is happening as a program
That I coded my damned self? The mechanics speak
Louder than any morals the pure heart may seek.
People do as they please, and they don’t give a damn
For the heart that is broken from lack of clear view.

Morals and life’s mechanics seem always at play.
What has broken is an understanding. That’s all.
People misunderstand things as par for the course.
I can learn to accept that or live with remorse.
Am I not a whole human? How then did I fall
For the myth that some other will brighten my day?

Creator and Creation – This relationship
Is the one most important. It is absolute!
Those with humans can’t be so. They’re subject to change.
I could hook up with dead folk, but that would be strange.
Should I thank the damned bastard and yield a salute,
Or just carry on smartly and not give a rip?

People are free to live life. I’m free to live mine.
It is then most acceptable that I find peace
In the knowing that in growing complete, I’ll be
Most attractive to those most in common with me.
There’s no such thing as cheating. There’s only release
From one’s own self-undoing. All is well and fine.

Loneliness

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When the flip side of freedom does loneliness bring,
Which perception of madness is best for the soul?
To belong to someone special is to feel well
On the way to fulfillment. The story we tell
Of that someone we’ve chosen to make our life whole
Is of one who’s evolving. One does one’s own thing.

We would each have our freedom if given the chance
And without thinking fully of what the word means.
With the door open widely, we sit in a cage
We could fly away anytime, but we engage
In entrapping thought processes. And our routines
Are the backdrop that we want to label romance.

Freedom is a blending of courage and madness
To explore one’s own being which is like a sea
Of specific complex chemical interplay.
To endeavor to know that may brighten our day.
Loneliness is a blessing that we rarely see.
We’re alone to begin with. Why make life a mess?

Do I Need Confidence?

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When presented with some kind of chasm to cross
Where on one side is me and the other is life,
There is something that I need. It’s not confidence
Nor an imagination in lieu of suspense.
Simple fear of the unknown and possible strife
Can direct my believing in personal loss.

What I need is some clarity – not some belief
That if I should act foolishly, my intellect
Has the right to chastise me for my stupid act.
It will do so relentlessly and without tact.
Even though I’m not perfect, should I get respect?
Yes, I should, because time that we have here is brief.

Every year is a new one until it is passed.
My most favored illusions I clearly can see.
Every cycle completes itself with a new start.
All the knowledge I’ve gained is to reset the heart.
The mind wants to remember how good life can be.
It is good to let go of the year become last.

I would love to see clearly what life has in store
For the one who perceives it and says that, “I am.”
That I clearly can do so by matter of choice,
I can feel light and bubbly. Should I then rejoice?
Any confidence I have is not worth a damn.
All I am is delighted that I can be more.

A Sweet Relationship

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There is sweetness and bitterness carefully mixed
In a strong psychic potion that makes the heart glow.
It begins rather physical. Senses behold
Possibility for chemistry to unfold.
Those in tune with their natures cause blessings to flow.
When in each other’s presence the two are transfixed.

One cannot extract sweetness from some other soul.
If you place such a burden on someone you love
Then resentment will fester until such a time
That it comes to the surface where it will begrime
What had once been as pure as the white turtle dove.
Those who tend to be needy cannot meet their goal.

Your expression of joy is your best loving gift
To your partner, deserving of all who you are.
Sweetness comes from the inside when one feels alive.
If two lovers can know this true love will survive.
When in wholesome commitment, no dream is too far.
Both will have but the will and the joy to uplift.

Righteous Nicety

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I will call you my sweetheart, but what’s in a name
When someone of sheer beauty defies such a thing?
Do not call me romantic. That is a name too,
For someone who is head over heels about you.
I’m not good at name calling. My true heart I bring
To my lover whom I hope will do just the same.

Just because it’s September, that hardly can mean
I can’t offer confection to my heart’s delight.
Noble knights do seek honor as currency for
The affections of fair maidens whom they adore.
I’ll respect you as equal, but it’s quite alright,
If you will, that I court you like on the big screen.

Let me love you, my darling, however I can.
If with flowers and chivalry, let it be known
That my love is as limitless as both are we.
Let us play our parts well, then in bliss we will be.
As two birds of a feather, forever we’ve flown.
We were meant for each other since being began.

True Satisfaction

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We enjoy co-creating. One reason we’re here
Is to mingle with others and make life a dream.
We are certain our lives here are meant to feel good.
It’s amazing most people don’t know this and should.
We have but to feel satisfied and not extreme
About making dreams happen, lest they disappear.

Being more and more satisfied in being more
Is the way that we tweak and mold as we create.
We create with much pleasure if we so decide.
Nothing can separate us, not even our pride.
When in true satisfaction we feel that it’s fate,
We embrace not the will nor the time to keep score.

Find oneself in reception, then one will find peace.
Not a thing on earth matters if we’re satisfied.
When it’s good, it gets better. When bad, it’s a gift
From the cosmos reminding us we need to shift.
Happily ever after cannot be denied
To true heart’s satisfaction. One’s faith will increase.

An Infectious Kindness

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There are those who are caring. I see this is so
By the look in their eyes and the warmth in their hearts.
It’s a blessing to see this. It strengthens my hope
That we still may turn upward our steep downward slope.
From the love deep inside is where all kindness starts.
It’s a fact seldom thought of but vital to know.

I was downtown today just to drop off a book.
On the way there, a parking lot hijacked my sight.
There were people with food and with spirits infused
With a shot of pure kindness from folks who are used
To behaving in loving ways and doing right.
Though I’d thought life is hopeless, I’ve gained a new look.

I’d decided to mingle a minute or two.
Had I known that my spirit was infection prone
I’d have made the library book last on my list.
They were giving free hugs. That is hard to resist!
Life convinces me no one is truly alone.
A warm hug and a hot meal does make the heart new.

A Goal Is an Excuse to Enjoy the Journey

A Goal Is an Excuse to Enjoy the Journey

A Love Supreme is one blessed by God’s Hand.
It’s a dream one must focus on, knowing just how.
If it happens one doesn’t (though never the case),
The desire alone knows wellbeing and grace.
I’m alone, as I like it.  I’m justified, now,
To blame bad behavior on subconscious plan.

All you lovers out there… I’m not jealous of you
For the love you are, wholesomely balanced and sane.
The illusion of sadness I’ll lose in due time.
My job, until then, is to make feelings rhyme
Perhaps for the sum of us who cain’t talk plain
Or just for the deeply disordinant few.

The calendar year’s a reminder again
Like a clockwork of greenery tunneled in love.
A leisurely stroll hand in hand with oneself
Might just make one believe he’s a lost Santa’s elf.
Who would put a damned rose in a fisted glove?
Someone rip snorting desperate to make a new friend?