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Until ThenWhen I spend time alone with you,
And it’s just you and I,
I love the freedom from the view
Of us in public eye.
Do they've a right to chastise us
Just for being in love?
They've no reason to start a fuss,
Or think themselves above.
But we've no reason to listen
To anything they say.
Someday, their critique will be done-
We’ll be free on that day.
Until then, we shall persevere,
You and I, side by side.
Until then, we shall stand right here,
Until that turn of tide.
My Love's GiftWhen you and I stand side by side,
I always feel at ease.
As if the fear inside me died,
By you, brought to its knees.
It’s as if my deep love for you
Allows me to be brave.
You help me see the world anew,
From its peaks to its caves.
You’ve shown me all the worlds splendour,
I’ve seen it thanks to you.
And thanks to your love so tender,
I’ve found my true love too.
My partner, I’d like to thank you
For giving this to me-
All these wondrous sights, old and new,
And for making me free.
The RiverWhen I gaze forth at the river,
It often changes form.
At sometimes it’s but a sliver,
At others, like a storm.
When but a sliver, it stays calm,
The picture of tranquil.
Like this, there’s little it could harm,
It’s very nearly still.
But when it moves as if a storm,
Its true power is shown.
This power can make hope forlorn,
And can’t be overblown.
To think that such a deadly force
Is so ready to change-
Its choice in choosing its own course
To us, always seems strange.
His QuestionWhen I am asked by my dearest
Just why I fell for him,
I think what reason is clearest,
And which ones are more dim.
Do I love him for his deep eyes
That calm me down so well?
Or do I love his lack of lies
That in me rings a bell?
Of course, there is his sweet smile
That I love very much.
And then there’s his unique style
That leaves me with a blush.
His forgiveness contributes too,
His heart so sweet and pure,
His innocence, so free from rue,
These all took part, I’m sure.
But without all these things of his,
My love I’d still adore.
I love him just for who he is,
And couldn’t ask for more.
Summers DayLet it be knows that on this summers day,
My love and I finally joined as one.
Our love, it seems, has now found its own way,
Our worries and our fears finally gone.
We joined as one the same place that we met,
The place I shall remember all my life,
The place with the best treasure I could get,
The place that now has freed me from my strife.
It seems we are finally freed from grief,
Without it, we are free to live our lives.
It is gone, as if stolen by a thief.
With it gone, our love can now at last thrive.
We can now begin our lives together,
Knowing that our love will last forever.
LuckNot a thing will ever stop me
From loving you this way.
Right by your side I’ll always be,
No matter what they say.
Such is the love I feel for you,
Words cannot describe it.
People like us, there are so few,
Yet we’re a perfect fit.
Were we lucky that fateful day
That the two of us met?
Would we have met some other way-
Would that have happened yet?
If it was luck or entwined fates,
It matters not to me.
What does is we don’t have to wait
For our true love to be.
For now that we have each other
And have fallen in love,
We’re safe in loves joyous cover,
And fly free as if doves.
What we LackThe bird ascends on shining wing,
Knowing that it is free.
It’s free to live, and fly, and sing,
And let be what will be.
It’s free from such frivolous things
That give we humans grief.
For us, things so simple can sting,
Even if they are brief.
It ascends high into the sky,
So free from all our fears.
It flies beyond the naked eye,
Never shedding a tear.
Its freedom is to be envied
By people so held back.
The one thing that can’t be levied-
That freedom which we lack…
SoulmatesWherever our future may go
I’m always by your side.
All around us dark winds may blow,
But we have time to bide.
My love, I won’t abandon you,
No matter what may come.
If troubles be many or few,
Or even if we’ve none.
I’d fight for you with all my heart,
And do all that I could.
To fight for us, I’ll do my part,
For I know that I should.
After all, we’re soulmates, my dear,
My heart you have beguiled.
My deep desire is now clear,
I want to see your smile.
Three WordsHe who returned my life to light
Now stand within my reach.
There’s no one left we have to fight,
No gaps we have to breach.
He throws himself into my arms,
He sobs into my chest.
He knows that now we won’t be harmed,
These times will be our best.
He gazes up into my eyes
He has something to say.
I think what secret he belies
Will now be clear as day.
He says to me those three small words
Of how he feels for me.
His feelings now free as the birds,
And filling me with glee.
I look at him as he did me,
Our faces oh-so near.
And I too make my feelings free-
“I love you too, my dear.”
The PirateStealing is a simple task
once you’ve done it once or twice.
I am the pirate that steals no gold.
I don’t steal jewels, or food, or any material thing.
No, what I steal is young women’s hearts.
I take them, keep them, and soon, toss them away.
They fall to my every need
and are used as pretty little dolls.
They fall for my charms and good looks.
My smooth voice.
My sweet words.
They can’t see that I’m the dreaded pirate they’ve heard of.
Soon, their hearts are mine to play with.
Their bodies are mine to enjoy.
But I get bored easily
and I leave them like that.
Hm? What’s that?
Another pretty lass?
Big eyes, awkward posture, screaming innocence.
Oh! I’ve found my next toy!
That pretty lady blushes and says no,
but I keep pursuing.
Not taken, pure, and very gullible.
My kind of girl!
This girl, it seems, is different.
She took longer than the rest to get
and had boundaries that I can’t break down.
But I’m a pirate, and nothing w
Return When I Am EmptyDistraught though I may be
And all the darkness of my worry
Come back to me, when there is nothing else in my heart
I catalogue our conversations
And in a series of contemplations
Come back to me, with bottomless passion in your eyes
The night terrors rack my sleep
And make me held apart so weep
Come back to me, and stop the gap between our embrace
The linen is a sallow shade
As sun beams glow and moon dreams fade
Come back to me, to blanched world brighten again
Nourished off the ash I intake
As gravestone ground into my daily wake
Come back to me, refill my plate with honey lips
My hand is on your place
As languid days would pass in haze
Come back to me, and make my fingers warm in holding
My pillow I wet with feeble words
In attempt to console the clinging burrs
Come back to me, and cover these plants of self-destruction
Into a weakness I fall head first
In failure watch the teardrops burst
Come back to me, clearing the cumulus that took your face
Soon I shall misfile a mental fact
Regarding That Night Two Years AgoHe shut the door without a final glance.
Her tears flooded the ocean, releasing
The misery with the “status quo” trance.
Their hearts both felt a tight, painful squeezing.
The moon, full and bright, halted its orbit.
He sat alone, hidden inside the dark
Shell he calls home, and stared at her portrait,
Drawn on their night at some amusement park.
He wished to live again the memories
They shared together, when time flew away
And commitment was handled with such ease.
He understood his life was hers every day
And wondered how she’d cope with emptiness.
No matter, she’s now found true happiness.
404I tend to work under a layer
Of symbolism and metaphor
Which might seem esoteric –
Unreachable to the uninitiated.
If this is the case with you, talk to me
For a minute – or maybe more –
And you’ll find that the arcane references
Are but a fragile mask
Hiding a void –
Signifying nothing –
Except for the one I thought might see –
Might have me pegged without having to ask
With this one I thought there was a prayer
To get out from under this shell
Of sideways glances and glancing blows
Beyond to something more that might tell
Something about myself and the way I am.
With her it was always simple things –
Nothing grand and nothing great –
But something real nonetheless.
With him it was always bless and be blessed
Seeking nothing but the will of fate
To lead his life down a path of purest offerings.
With me it was always a matter of that which is seen
And that which is not, but is like the backdrop of a dream –
Felt, but not real
Als ein Schatten an der Wand
Sich mit Ruß und Träumen paarte -
Über schwacher Glut verharrte
Von ‚Vielleicht‘ zum ‚Ist‘ gespannt -
Schälte sich aus dieser Szene
Eine schlangendünne Sehne.
Jene Sehne zog Verstand,
Aus den halb versäumten Träumen -
Aus den alten, kalten Räumen
In der sie sich wiederfand,
Zog es sie hinaus ins weite,
Wo es weiße Wunder schneite.
Kaum berührte sie das Weiß,
Spürte sie mit einem Male,
Kälte bricht die zarte Schale
Ihrer Haut wie dünnes Eis.
Durch die eisig wunde Blöße,
Wuchs sie zur zehnfachen Größe.
Nur im Innern blieb sie klein,
Und sie suchte wachsend Wärme
Länder ohne Flockenschwärme,
Oder einen heißen Stein
Auf den sie sich schlängeln könnte…
Der ihr eine Zuflucht gönnte.
Als es Nacht geworden war,
Sah sie über tausend Sonnen,
Die der Schuppenschmied gesponnen
Remarks on October Festivities‘Twas the day before Halloween, when all through the school,
Not a student was present, not a seat was full.
The pumpkins and skeletons were taped to the walls with care
In preparation for the children that would soon be there.
The buses pulled up and the parking spots filled.
Students in costume straggled through the autumn chill.
And Sister with her pumpkin spice coffee, and I with my scarf
Had just stepped out of our car to see a classmate’s hair looking like candy corn barf.
I looked at my sister and she looked at me,
Her eyes gleaming with a festive glee.
“It’s the transfer student,” was all she could master.
I nodded. “Yes, his hair’s a disaster.”
The orange dye bled into the yellow—
Well, blonde—it didn’t look right on such a pale fellow.
And what with my wandering eyes did I see,
But the transfer student coming towards me.
He grinned and waved, dressed mostly in black,
While I took a surreptitious step back.
Becky's LessonBecky is a little girl,
She has everything she could ever want in the world.
That turned her into a hateful brat,
Even worse than Grumpy Cat.
One day she turned five,
She was now old enough to go to school with the other kids.
There she learned what life was about.
There she was laughed at every time she would pout.
She started to say school was no fun,
Even that it was dumb,
But then she made friends that helped teach her a valuable life lesson;
One that she would cherish even as an adolescent.
The Tale of Mr. Dark's FateOnce, a feared enemy of Rayman
And now a forgotten foe of the Past
So now the question does stand
Where did he go after defeat
Where to hide in a world so vast?
With a name such as 'Dark'
What did you really expect?
He was known for leaving his mark
Not showing remorse or paying his debts
Where to find solitude, safety at last
From the hero he had run from so fast
Time went on, and one being interfered
Though not without humor, Dark's wish they adhered
Now this rouge of the shadows had a new home
Not one of sweets but one from which he needn't roam
His company, though not silent, was loyal and not quite so cold
Though now he had lost his cloak and mysterious guise
He still had his defiant, brilliantly yellow eyes
Here in the darkness, a villain starts a new, peaceful life
For many years, there was happiness
That is, until a certain hero came again to fight
And was met once again with a mirrored face
Where once had been Mr. Dark
The form, at least, of Dark Rayman had taken his place
Truth hurts/Secrets KillE:I saw her looking around nervously,
As if she had a secret to hide.
She walks slowly towards I familiar looking guy.
My heart shutters realizing she’s lied.
S:I told him I’m hanging out at my aunt's place.
E:The pain was unbearable recognizing my best friend’s face.
S:I told him to come over Saturday. I’ll end the secrets there.
E:Nothing I do can help me prepare.
I can’t imagine her telling me she doesn’t care.
S:I feel sneaking around his back isn’t fair.
E: Walking through the halls I hear people whisper, and I know what they’re saying.
I know they know about the sick game she’s been playing.
S:Word’s getting around school fast.
I hope he doesn’t hear until Saturday’s past.
E:The day is finally here.
On my way I’ll down some beer.
S:His friend and I planned so hard for his birthday party.
He knew being here was important to me.
Hours pass by.
I can’t help but cry.
The phone starts to ring and I fee
Boiling overAlone up there in the tower,
The lady is locked up.
That poor, sweet, innocent flower,
How long must she be stuck?
The lady waits for her brave knight
To save her from this strife.
Battle the dragon, win the fight,
And take her as his wife.
And so it happens, as she wished,
Though this was not her dream.
It feels as though she’s left adrift,
While he is left agleam.
She’s left there in his shadow,
Not left her own person.
He sets a path, and she follows,
For she is not a burden.
Until one day she tells him
The error of his ways.
That she is not an item,
And this is what she says:
“It has come to my attention
What you have done to me.
So now I’m going to mention
What I think you can’t see.
I’m no trophy, my dearest knight.
You now need to see that.
I haven’t quite escaped my plight,
It’s not yet in my past.
You’ve treated me as some object
Since I have been your wife.
I wish I could gain your respect
With my own way of life.
A poem about damsels in distress - because they annoy me.
Yeah, I know, this is a bit of a change of pace, but the mood just struck me to write a poem about something like this.
Bit of a disclaimer here as well, I'm not female, I just wanted to get this out here.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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