undying

we share so much, and so little,
all through something none of us
has ever been able to agree
is the same thing, and yet,
we think we can possess it,
express it, manifest it,
and by all man made definitions,
we can...(?)

 

all of the beauty around us
every waking moment,
through this beautiful green planet,
and beyond, in the stars,
the moon and celestial wings
that carry us through the heavens
in our dreams we are sure
it is real, that we could touch it,
that it is in everything and yet,
the great artists of the ages
have portrayed it through their work,
but not replicated it.

 

we say that we feel it,
it stirs our passions and sometimes
our creative spark, our self-loathing,
and our strange and perverse
need to suffer and sacrifice
as though that would have an effect upon
this illusive nature that we say we
have the ability to manifest,
as if it were a bottle of the finest champagne
to one day be manufactued and placed
on the shelves of exquisite gourmet restaurants.

 

we watch the birth of a newborn baby
for the first time and we witness
what we are, how we have come to be
on this planet, and if we grasp the moment
in all of it's miraculous glory
it stirs the fire within our soul
to know more about this grand
mystery we have come to learn is called life,
and the intrigue of it's essence...love.

 

we love to hear the words, 'i love you',
and yet, how is it not a lie?
how can we create something
we can only prove is real in our minds?
how can we show something that no one
has ever created?
sentiment makes me woozie with thoughts
and dreams and schemes that if i were to
live out such a fantasia my love might one day
be reduced to an exquisite meal of
filet mignon and cristal brut.

 

 

'i don't know how to love him'.

 

 

 

9:54 PM 5/4/2013 ©

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Miiranda31's picture

This was plesant to read :)

This was plesant to read :)

nightlight1220's picture

I'm glad you enjoyed

I'm glad you enjoyed it.Miranda31. Smile


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

Morningglory's picture

Love is real in the heart,

Love is real in the heart, not the mind. Though the mind wants to describe, label, contain within a box. Love is the universal energy source that beats within our hearts and breathes into our lungs. It is our very essence... Love is not a lie.... Love, though we may hide, inside, behind the walls we've built to protect our hearts, is truly what we are. Love is All. All is love. Let us love... May we Be the love that we are. 

 

*hugs


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yes... hugs back.

yes... hugs back. Smile


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

burkej1h's picture

you are an excellent writer

you are an excellent writer

nightlight1220's picture

wow! thank you.   (and your

wow! thank you.

 

(and your eye is staring at me like it's a vagina...which is ok, i have one i like a lot... Smile )


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

burkej1h's picture

haha, i am glad i could

haha, i am glad i could entertain you with my eyegina ;)

nightlight1220's picture

lmao...

lmao...


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

Morningglory's picture

llllooooooollllll!!!!!

llllooooooollllll!!!!!


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