realization

no hearts were harmed that didn't have it coming :)

misunderstood

my words taken to heart

all I ever wanted was hope

never intending to frighten you

feeling you close was so wonderful

message taken out of context

trying so hard to not be the fool

seeming to fail at every turn

why can't I ever win?

having touched/been touched by beauty

so hard to give it up without a fight

all I ever wanted was the possibility

too much to ask so soon, I know

my intentions were so much lighter

overwhelmed by my actions

all the pressure so unintentional

don't stay gone forever...

why am I so misunderstood?

haunted

in my dream you are hovering over me...

our faces so painfully close

I can taste your ruby redness

lips so soft the angels cry

ethereal in form, real in thought

so close to beauty's potential

in my weakened state

my cloudy lucidity

advantage is yours

you give what you take

in a symbiotic waltz

as you pull away...slowly

your face begins to fade

faint and almost forgotten

I wake and think of your ghost

and I smile

words

my words mean nothing. you aren't listening...

speechless

are you one of them? (I don't think so)

creating your pain, refusing aid

hiding behind the past, denying the future

the shadow following you trips you up

chained to you like bad memories

buried deep inside, down in the dark

I feel your pain, you aren't alone

I know the weight of your burden

don't let it take your life

I wish I knew what to say

what to do to keep you from giving up

there's so much good (love) right in front of you

don't let it eat us alive

it has only the power you give it

you know you want this...be brave

life is tough and no one gets a pass

with (out)

I try really hard. I don't mail it in or do anything half ass. If something is worth doing, it's worth doing right. Come strong or go home.

Something beautiful and rare falls from heaven, drops right in my fucking lap while I was looking the other way. But it hits and rolls...what do you do? You get up off your ass and you give chase man! It zigs, you zig. It zags...you get the picture. Don't let it out of your sight. The run may kill you, but nothing else matters, does it?

I'm learning that you can't change a thing through will alone. It doesn't matter how badly I want it. What seems to matter is what you're willing to sacrifice for what you want...will it be your pride? What about your self-esteem? What about the fact that you try so hard and never seem to get the brass ring. What about that? You give yourself, you give of yourself, you sweat the details...nothing.

I will never give up, never retreat. I believe too strongly that love is the answer. There is nothing else worth living or dying for. I would step in front of a bullet for family and friends, and I would give it all for love. You may think that's out of balance but it works for me. What else holds you in such gentle arms? What else can touch you so deeply? Why else do we die a little every day?

so much to say...

sometimes you have so much to say and the words won't come...

a thought

...people will tell you that what they most want from a relationship is a partner that is open, honest, present and loving...not true. what people want is a partner that is as open, honest, present and loving as they can handle...no more...

got this

top down

sun shining

on our way

could it get any better than this?

This could be the beginning of something amazing. If it is, I'm going in with my eyes and heart wide open. You feel me? At times my head spins so fast it makes me dizzy. A wonderful feeling, like when you were young and you got a big kid to spin you around real fast on the merry-go-round. I've come to realize how rare and beautiful this is. I will let this happen. I will help this happen. My hands touching something so awe inspiring swells my heart. Why deny it? My skin tingles at the thought of the slightest touch of your hand. My mind wanders all day, conspiring in the most splendid of daydreams...

top down

sun shining

on our way

it doesn't get any better than this...

I got this. Yeah, I got this...

nature

pressurized, carbonated

filled to the brim

needing to overflow

ready to explode

got this crazy idea

that this can be easy

completely effortless

essence of my life

seeing (myself) for the first time

welcoming and beautiful

accepting of who/what I am

embracing my nature

skeletons

what happened to us?
at what point did we become so jaded?
I crave the physicality of now
be it pleasure or pain
at least it's real

keeping each other at arms length

the tension palpable, pushing us apart

why must we be so frightened? of what?

we want what we fear

craving the craziness

have we become shell shocked?

afraid to feel, betrayed by betrayal

the spirit of the pain haunting us

unable to see the love everywhere

blinded by the madness

cardio

pizza from a paper plate

wine from a plastic cup

life lived

simply

the touch of sweaty skin

a kiss from smiling lips

life lived

beautifully

neck caressed by hot breath

the beat of two racing hearts

life lived

passionately

demolition

start with plain old earth, dirt

composed of the decomposing

add to it, in no particular order or proportion

blood

sweat

tears

the glue that holds it all together

now, mix it thoroughly

pack it tightly into the closed off form that has become your heart

you now have the first of many bricks with which to build your personal fortress

these bricks hold value, they don't come cheap, you earn them

stack them carefully, this bunker must be impenetrable

it needn't be large, you're all alone, you always will be

simply decorated with your most personal furnishings

time to settle in for a lengthy stay, there is no door...

as these walls go up, however slowly or quickly

no thought is given to windows or doors...or escape

hope you like it in there, are you comfy?

you don't get visitors, none are allowed

welcome to no mans land

you created it, enjoy

personally, I'm tired off my self-imposed exile

I want to see the sun, feel it's warmth

I've become so pale and fragile behind these walls

I need to move, to stretch these atrophied tendons, test their strength

I want to be touched again, hand to hand, heart to heart

won't you help me take down the barbed wire?

if I start on the inside and you start on the outside, it'll work

chiseling away at my lifes work, deconstructing the fortress,I'm so tired

I will need you to help me stand, feels like I haven't in so long

help me to see, I will be squinting against the light so bright

help me to feel, my hands are so calloused from my labor of fear...

my biggest fear is that these walls are reinforced...

better bring a jack hammer