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To whisper from your heart, the thrums of a humming bird,
The truths that sing in your soul like a chorus, bristling with mesmerizing melodies,
Unfettered passions, unchecked, like a herd of stallions loose among lush green grasslands,
Would be madness, insanity, a foolish play performed by a foolish jester guised as an actor,
Yet is that not love?
It is, yet it isn't.
Love is a complicated mistress, complicated yet simple,
Complex but not in a mechanical sense,
Love is exactly what it means to be, and it finds each of us precisely when it means to, or never at all,
For love is like a lonely partner at a dance, alone yet surrounded,
It waits for each of us to find it, and join in the dance that we will revel in for the rest of our lives,
And if we miss it then it awaits for another who can match its rhythm, whether a little less than perfect, or more perfect than before,
We are beasts of burden bound to desire, and yet gods of passion,
All we can do is live, live and try to find the one, who's heart beats to the same rhythm as our own,
The one who can hear the song that sings in the depths of our soul,
And all we can do is, to do the same for them, to hear that song, and to nurture it like a flower,
Giving it all the love it deserves,
All we can do is whisper from our hearts, the thrums of a humming bird, the thrums of a song being sung like it will never be sung again,
Madness, yet sanity,
Complex yet simple,
That is love.
The truths that sing in your soul like a chorus, bristling with mesmerizing melodies,
Unfettered passions, unchecked, like a herd of stallions loose among lush green grasslands,
Would be madness, insanity, a foolish play performed by a foolish jester guised as an actor,
Yet is that not love?
It is, yet it isn't.
Love is a complicated mistress, complicated yet simple,
Complex but not in a mechanical sense,
Love is exactly what it means to be, and it finds each of us precisely when it means to, or never at all,
For love is like a lonely partner at a dance, alone yet surrounded,
It waits for each of us to find it, and join in the dance that we will revel in for the rest of our lives,
And if we miss it then it awaits for another who can match its rhythm, whether a little less than perfect, or more perfect than before,
We are beasts of burden bound to desire, and yet gods of passion,
All we can do is live, live and try to find the one, who's heart beats to the same rhythm as our own,
The one who can hear the song that sings in the depths of our soul,
And all we can do is, to do the same for them, to hear that song, and to nurture it like a flower,
Giving it all the love it deserves,
All we can do is whisper from our hearts, the thrums of a humming bird, the thrums of a song being sung like it will never be sung again,
Madness, yet sanity,
Complex yet simple,
That is love.
A Passionate Love Poem
Have you ever kindled a fire, that was naught but ash,
And a few dying embers?
The hissing orange tendrils warm your hands like the tender caress,
Of a lovers fingers,
And the smoke resembles ghosts, seeking escape through the maze of the chimney pipes.
Oh like delicate fruits have you not tended to their flesh with care,
Breathing deep of the aromatic ecstasy that blooms into your nose,
Long have I journeyed as a journeyman does pursue perfection, but not to seek perfection,
Rather to find she who sees the beauty in me for what it be.
Blood is a strange thing, like rubies so majestic yet worry always follows it as it flows from u
The Weight of a Book Well Read
I have reveled in joys
That have stirred my heart
Like a leaf in the wind,
Yet the leather
Of the spine
Of any tome,
Or the cracked skin
Of any paperback
Have sunken my soul
To emotions forgotten
Beneath the layers
Of my mind,
The scent of those pages
Like the aroma
Of ecstasy,
Like the flowers
In bloom.
Flipping through those pages
Reveals my bookmark,
A weathered piece
Of paper,
Folded methodically
With its layers
Embedded by quotes
That have traveled
From worlds and realms
Afar,
For those quotes
Will live with me
Forever,
As they will live
With my children
Someday,
Its weathered form
Reflects my
Bleed me Dry
Bleed me dry,
Then cut out my eye,
So i can watch as i die
But do it while my hearts beating,
When my blood is super heating,
And the pain just keeps repeating,
As the blade keeps slicing,
Through my veins like icing,
And suddenly death seems oh so enticing,
But let me eviscerate,
And utterly obliterate,
My chances to reiterate,
Cause I'm about to stop,
And drop,
And at this moment flop,
Cause of everything that I am,
And a few more punches
damn,
Cause I'm stirring up some mayhem,
With this sanguinary symmetry,
That'll bathe my name in infamy,
With such viscous imagery,
But the blades keep retracing,
And my body's
Guess i was tagged.....
1: Post these Rules
2: Tell 10 things about yourself
3: Tag 10 people from your friends list (or watchers)
4: Comment on each tagged person's page saying they've been tagged
5: No tag-backs
1:I have one kidney.
2:I am an avid poet.
3:I am an addict for fantasy books, games, and lore.
4:My friends mean more to me than they'll ever know.
5:Seafood is my favorite type of food, such as lobster, clams, oysters, fish, shrimp, squid, octopus, and so on....
6:Legend by David Gemmel is my favorite book ever.
7:I wish i was a wizard or sorcerer in a land of magic.
8:I am Irish, Scottish, Welsh, English, German, Swiss, and other stuff...
9:
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