love – Page 7 – Poétique

Vouchsafe

What is the future without you
And what is this duration
Contemplation of the afterlife
And how many hours
To get there

Milk blue sky
Passing by the path of
What is life and what is night
Morning after think of you

Wake up to reality
A dream I’ve been waiting for
Breathing is like memories
Of laughing in a loft
In some apartment
I was privileged to
Lay in your arms

Wait about two more days
See how it feels when we
Hear the birds singing
Tomorrow

What is war but nothing
When I know your love is there

You can have my
Vulnerability

Shift

Benignly seated in a
Self made throne of wonder
All I need is for you to be nice
Lassitude for love

Winsome in my youth
A true impresario
I would write the words
Conjure the terms
Wonder if love

Could ever happen for me?

How could it be that
In all of my dreams
I would hold onto
Questions but
Miss out on reality

Both girls resented his
Brilliance for what it was worth
Sorting out his resplendence
Divvy it up between them
Stretched from arm to arm
Fighting for or against
One another, who could tell

As grey as the sky remained
Some soothing comfort that the
Sun couldn’t bring and the
Distance memories that
Remained in the sheets of his mind
Laying in bed half awake
Half dreaming of what he
Had hoped to accomplish
What had died and
What was taken

Climax

How could you
Be so flippant
With my heart
Archetype nebulous
Have I become derelict
No longer needed to be used
By anyone just a panache
Roadside waste
If nothing happens
Nothing to live for
Nothing to gain
Speak out loud about
The genuine pain
I found my apogee
Many cars waiting for
My happy return full
Of smiling faces that
Want to be with me
Peaking a climax
Allow me to elucidate
The feeling of love
Genuine care
Looking deep into my eyes
Is anyone there?
Anyone home to meet me
Where I’m at?
Anyone there?
Quiet porch swing vibes

Possession

You were her possession
Something for her to win
A thing she always wanted
To have only for herself
Again and again
This is not love
Hang onto the dream
Try to relive it
But she won’t want anymore
What she already had
Excitement is high
Fulfilling the fantasy
But it is only to have you
So no one else can
And to tell all her friends
That she won you
That she wanted you
Only to win you
She finally had you
This is not love
It’s like motion sickness
Being chased all over the states
It’s like being hunted
Followed until the only
Choice left is to say yes
That’s the case
A feeling of being
Needed and wanted
You cannot escape
Even trying to get away
Still she comes for you
It’s agreed and
You think you are winning
A family a home children
When she gets there
You are hers again
She is what you always wanted
But not in this way
You are her possession
Take a jet fly away
Un voyage over an ocean
Of tears and leftover sadness
For being alive because
He loved a ghost
Something that wanted to
Hold him back
Keep him even from hisself
This is not love
To tell everyone he is mine
To show the world she chides
You are hers and he
Smokes too many cigarettes
After too many glasses
Of red wine and pain to disbelieve
Mournings of headaches
And trying to remember
And not enough sleep
And she holds him in the cage
Which is a fake enclosure
For her heart she mistakes
And he wants to know
How to be free from the love
That he thought truly wanted to
Hold him up not
Hold him down

Build him up not break him down
This was not love

Radio

I know the plans
I have for you!
I hear you declare

Plans to prosper
Not to harm you
Plans to give you hope
A future

I will be thine always
Then you will call on me
I will come and implore
I will listen for you
You will seek me
And find me when?
With all your heart

Is there nothing more dangerous
Than to forget our own strength
Distrust our own feelings
What even of fervor

If we are angry
If we are full of malice
If I am capable of hate
I am committing
The most enormous crimes
And I need you
Because I hurt

So many words we don’t use anymore
We don’t have to ask for them
It’s just given to us

I hear you I see you
We are together
I burn for you

I raise my hand
Expose my palm
I solemnly swear

Some will not believe
That you came to me
Through frequency
Change the radio
As I hold your pillow
In full clarity oscillation
A crystal clear pause

Between two limiting
Frequencies we are
In the radio spectrum

Here plus
There equals
Together

Epoch

Cry of the peacock
You came to me from
The other side you
Made it safely new
And fresh you brought me
Kisses that I longed for
You were as shy as you were
Before and then so
Find me grateful
As I am I held you
Again now so soon
And saw you twice
Fresh and new your
Coat warm and glistening
Soft to the touch
Crossing through the
Membrane you made it
It’s a second goodbye
But a grand hello as they
Receive you back
Into the wonder
Earth will never be
The same without you
I love you

Flailing

Something came
Into my mind last night
The head was covered
In fluffy white feathers
Like a rounded square
The dancing man says
Everything will be fine
Play a record
Watch the sun go down
Accept the uncertainty
Of your existence
Before you came into this world
The choice had been made
That’s philosophy
And in my Greek heart
I desperately need
Words to explain things
And in my Finnish heart
I know the snow
Will melt before the end
And in my French heart
Longing for romance
To fill this gap
But also
To distract us
A senseless life
At the decisive
Moment of contact
So we
Swallow the next years
Unknown events
Story of the future
Lament
Longing for music
Touch this hand
You will feel the
Vibrations of my heart
Produce a loving energy

Outfit

Finding myself
Wearing some ridiculous
Lampshade to subdue the light
I cannot easily disguise

I wonder
If a love like that exists

I’ve seen that man
You know the one
Crying outside your window

Shouting “Take me back!”
Drenched from the rain

Always wishing one day he’d
Be asking for you until the
Moment that he did

Dreading what could come
With him and would come
If you let him in

Where was the charming
Poetic boy
Full of fire and indifference

Outside dripping with life
A chance taken for feelings
Granted on the inside

A scratch

Both parts succumbing
Never contending
Correspondent to the rare
Combination

A poetic knight
Shining disarming
A gamut for life
Cooked up in a soup
Made of ginger and dreams
One that I have been sipping on

A quiet observation
Coming and going
Looking out the panes of glass
Heart throbbing

Grasping at a future
Full of memories
Written once and for all
In a newspaper that will
Again be delivered
On the morning
Of a second birth

Fresh and ready
For intimacy

Ice Cream

Ecstatic electricity
Humanitarian vibes helping
Seamless beaming something
Springing out of me

And in the closet we
Just keep stacking bibles
Not even the King James Version
In traditional black
But the easier to read
Version in schematic
Pastel color scenes

I keep thinking if we
Take the pages that we read
Turn them into some greater meaning
We will all feel better in the family

Some of the pages don’t agree
So we should turn them into
Ice cream and the letters
Make perfect imagery
Dripping throughout
Balled up into something
More acceptably happy

Just collecting those books
And putting more in the closet
Doesn’t really seem to do
This family any good
It’s the thing that appears
To be stopping us from
Understanding and loving
Each other in the way that
Ice cream could

Mermo

It is true that I
Will miss taking care of you
I’m digging deep within
The far reaches of my insides
To find the strength that I once was
With you here a shared anchor
To give you the courage
And the confidence that you need
To break through the film
The firmament and myofascial
Ascension into the wonder
With a belly full of bravery
Pushing through soaring
You cross into the wild unknown
That is your home before this home
Receiving you back a gift
So graciously given for us
To care for on the green and blue
Now back into the ether
You are embraced
You have yourself
To hold onto
And as you are with me
I am with you

Fly my guy