Beautiful Strange Love

To some,
It seems fanatical or sad,
Or even strange,
The pull that we have had.

It binds us heart to heart,
But there are some who do not see,
the love I have for you,
The love you have for me.

The recipe is simple,
It is brazen and witty,
Filled with gentle love,
Combined with a pinch of silly.

It’s so hard for them understand
How strong it must be
The love I have for you
The love you have for me

Part of me is lost,
And feels so alone,
Your absence is a nightmare,
That cuts me to the bone.

We are the match
That no one could forsee,
The love I have for you,
The love you have for me.

I reach out and feel,
But I know what I will find,
Just empty air,
And your smile to ease my mind.

I wish for your return
To have again The
love I have for you
The love you have for me

Ephiphany

To Live, to love

To dream, to hope

These are the threads of Life

One CAN fester on the seasons of past

Brooding over wasted moments

And drowning in the hatred of old foes

Disdain CAN boil in the

Bellies of Man

Until the final drop of

Kindness is drained from their hearts

But forever WILL unhappiness be

Their own demise

I was of such mind

Swimming in a sea of melancholy

Haunted by the torment wrought

By others

The seed of discontent

Coursing through each fiber Of my being

I could not Live

For misery was life

The forced hunger for false love

Was none but a mockery

Of its true glory

So clouded by the gothic dreams

Of unceasing discourse

I could not rest or hope

For the path I trampled on

Was a barren land of faked niceties

And secret prayers of vengeance

Then with the Swiftness of a arrowed Star

Shot from Orion’s bow

Epiphany struck the confines of my heart

And shook the darkness

Out of my eyes

After what felt like ages

Serving the agents of unwarranted malice

Light flowed into me

The brightness and vividness

Of life was mine to grasp

I could pluck the rosebuds of love

From the very air

That teemed around me surrounding my being

When before I laid through sleepless nights

Twitching from sorrows thorn

In my side

Instead the images of content

Graced my newfound dreaming state

And hope, sweet hope

Was mine for the taking

No longer do I drown in sorrow but

Commit myself to

The promises of my own worth

And the power of Life

I bathe in the caress of love,

Am held with the grandeur of my dreams

And given the hope that

Tomorrows' splendor

Lays in the eyes of those I love

And is more than yesterdays' grief

That spawned from the tongues of those I hated
and peace to those that have hated me