The simplest of numbers, the easiest of concepts, the first of relationships. E Pluribus Unum. There can be only One. One Ring to rule them all. Over and over and over again culture cycles back to the singular concept, a Theory of Everything. A unifying ideal, Where the One is all That the many attempted […]
Early love is a blazing flame, passion and light, sparks flying and dancing. Mature love is coals; hotter and deeper, not easily quenched and occasionally flaring up when fed and fanned, embers igniting in the night with blasts of heat and light; the ancient shadows dancing once more.
He wants to make you feel good so he can get in your pants. I want you to be better, and have you let me into your soul. Which will make you feel best and last?
You are a goldfish, no memory, living in the moment and in your bowl, Safe and longing for the open waters but afraid of the risks. I am a shark, independent and fierce Needing to swim in wide waters Constantly advancing so as Not to drown.
Your voice is intoxicating, and I want to get drunk on it until all the pain disappears.
I will gaze into the empty Void And fear not the gnawing Darkness. I will embrace all the bitterness of Truth and not be destroyed; I will never abandon Hope As I look into the black soul. Though in fear of loss you grope For the half to make you whole; Seeing not before thine […]
The birds warble in the trees, Discussing the beauty of dawn As I walk, you filling my thoughts As they fill the morning air With their loving discourse Of joy.
The man who used his adamant will to change the course of fate; the Goddess of Desire’s chill would cycle ‘tween love and hate. As changeable as the wave she rode, while he was fixed as Northstar. They wandered the unknown rough road in travels strange, near and far. Friends, lovers, and enemies, balanced pieces […]
Shall I compare thee to a Spring Day? Thou art more variable my dear. Temperate and warm, bright sun of May Then froze with ice, crisp and clear. Winds blow from out the frozen North And switch to hot as Tahitian beach. Vacillating and oscillating, back then forth Glimpses of the truth just out o’reach. […]
I awoke to the birds and thoughts of Paris, “Je T’Aime” playing through my mind as you smiled and bent over the hood, laughing in cadence with the song that might have been only in my heart.