When we meet…

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It’s been only a week since your entered my life.
I like that you joke
You poke fun at things
My heart sings
Because it’s cute
My heart gleams
When you write sweet dreams
Everything is so new
But the one thing that is true
Is that I won’t know
Until I’ve met you
So far you are funny, kind, understanding, and charming
I find my quick feelings of affection towards you slightly alarming
I don’t want to fall too hard to fast
But somehow in my heart, I know you’ll catch me
I hope you are who I dream you to be
When I see you and you see me
I can see you walking towards me in my mind
And I hope a wonderful encounter full of laughter, joy and fun isn’t far behind.

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I’ll love you in the snow…

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I’ll love you in the snow

I’ll love you on the beach

I’ll love you in the water

I’ll love you on the land

I’ll love you no matter where I go

I will say this speech

I’ll love you in the park

I’ll love you in the store

I’ll love you until I can love no more

Then I will still love you because it’s all I know

This deep love that swallows me whole

I’ll love you when I bowl

I’ll love you when I sleep

I’ll love you when I brush my teeth

I’ll love you when I sing

I’ll love you as I sip coffee

I’ll love you when I dance

I’ll love you when I cry

I’ll love you in advance

I’ll love you when I hike

I’ll love you when I ride my bike

I’ll love you when I eat burgers and cheese fries

I’ll love you while I organize the library

I’ll love you when I read

I’ll love you when I get a job and move out and succeed

I’ll love you until I’m numb and blue

I’ll love you forever

That’s how long I’ll love you

I’ll love you when I garden

When I dress the Christmas tree

I’ll love you when I shovel snow

I’ll love you with such glee

I’ll love you when I clean

I’ll love you when I watch football

I’ll love you while I pray

I’ll love you while I shop

And I will never stop

I’ll love you when all the lights are out and there’s the approaching dawn

I’ll love you until the end of time is gone

And if you love me in return

I could learn to love even more

When our souls interlock

The love will be a shock of energy

My life anew

All because no matter where I am

I will always love you

White Noise

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to speak for
a cause that’s true to you heart
where did sadness come from
where did it all start?
you speak to the choir
they don’t want to be preached to
you try to begin but
among all those others
you don’t know who to trust
wind up thinking that
it’s all just white noise
does that mean no one cares?
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The Forgotten Ode (to eyes)

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Ode to Eyes

Oh eyes

Azure, chestnut, hazel, green

Red, irritated, lighting up the scene

Although a mouth can lie deceit

Eyes tell it bluntly, complete

 

Oh Eyes

The way you long for colors prisms

For beauty or disaster

I praise you for both

The tears running faster

 

Oh eyes, I decorate you

With a rich pink

Or pale blue or nude eye shadow

Only other throw on eyeliner, mascara, and more

Giving girls many trips to the store

 

Oh eyes

They’re what I fell in love with first

Although now I believe love to be cursed

Because although I try to let go

Your chestnut eyes won’t let me do so

 

Oh eyes

You help memory process events

Pretty people in pretty cars

Lost love, lust, movie stars

Or just someone trying to have something to live for.

Please Vote

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Don’t quote

Trump’s false facts

Don’t despise our country

Although I’m embarrassed for this country

A sad state of affairs

Don’t let that lead to apathy

Please

For everything our Founding Father fought for

Remember that we must vote!

Vote because it’s dangerous not to

Vote because you care

OR

Vote to save us for ourselves.

(Also, you may dislike both candidates. I understand. Still, the duty to vote !)

 

 

But what if there’s more to us?

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I despair so I type.

He responds swiftly.

Kindly, gently, but firmly.

I make the tea,

I cry the tears.

“You can’t cry forever”.

It’s not mean, it’s true.

I know it comes from trying to help.

So, I wash my face.

I watch House of Cards.

I finish my laundry.

When I mediate

I do as he said

And I almost fall asleep

Not a care in the world, all of a sudden this shift.

After I type this

I will tell him

How magical the mediation he suggested was

I care

I care so much

I care so very much

I don’t want to lose a friend

I want him to know how I feel because

But what if there’s more to us?

A stream of conscious sensation   

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The extreme, powerful, self destructive, limitless, smothering, and abundance of love:
Sensation.

Its grasp for better or worse you cannot escape

Angry, rage, happiness, bliss, lust, love, end.

A perfectly shocking range in changes of sensations

Spectrums, rainbows

Feelings that will beat you black and blue

And all the other colors in between just as vivid

Leaving marks on your heart
The condensation of emotions are
Waters droplets of pure
Jubilation and utter aghast
And penetration of a feeling
Coming through

Many levels and kinds of feelings

Such Powerful Feeling
Its implodes my senses and I’m almost numb

The passion the pain flows freely
From each and every one of my cells
Visually sensation explodes in my brain
The art work created causes arguments in my brain.

Sensation

 

Sleep seems inconceivable

But I must sleep

Sensations heartlessly pounding at my brain

All fives sense slammed by this coming hug

 

His smell

His touch

Taste?

Sound?

That’s my preparation for sensation

My own interpretation

 

Struggles to sleep
Odd sensation of the wanting of what you simply cannot having
Grasping for food, sleep, love, survival
The ability to exist
And be happy in your mere existence
So tiny yet so remarkable you are
Millions of individuals

Billions!
Feel sensation
An algorithm should be created to
Amass all the sensation.
How can actually I express all the sensations I feel with words?

Language is so unbelievably inadequate.

Touch of hot or cold
Shockwaves sent from my hand to my brain
Touch of love
A simple hug is much more complicated when I feel love
It came, as if from a dream…

Butterflies flutter tumultuously in my stomach
Burning urges cause flames
Flames of passion
Sometimes the embers die
The love, tainted or gone
And the charred remains of
My body remain
But the memory of that sensation
That hug…

Seeing that charming painting
Wearing that warm, comfortable dress

Smelling that delicious coffee

Hearing the birds way off in the distant

Tasting that chocolate cake
Sensation

Sensationalism
The media of shocking information
The exaggeration of images
Confuse and fascinate at the same time.

Then there is love.
The paradox of love and being loved
I have loved with my whole heart
Now my heart is filled with holes
The not being loved back was so painful
The accusations of never caring were the worst
I at least wanted him to know I loved him
That would be enough
It would have to be.
But, it was not meant to be.
For now I have sensations of love towards things like coffee.
Or my family.
Or God.

Friends, Shimer, and Falafel, all sensational things.
They are different times for, different types of sensation
All senses are involved

Trying to awake from a deep sleep

Trying to come back from a dream

Trying to escape slumber and excite my real senses
My brain and body want different things

One waits stillness, the other wants movement

Struggling to wake up

The shock of no longer dream land
A most odd sensation …