Gravity

Give in to gravity's embrace
Crash and explode on his impact
Let him swallow you in his arms
Believe in his promise to catch you
Dont desire wings when you discover that he welcomes you better than any lover has ever tried to.
Fall beneath his purpose and meet him there, waiting.
Don't steel yourself, keep your eyes open so you won't miss a thing.
Dont regret him as a final resort.
Dont regret thinking about him knowing his very danger.
He is like a longed for lover who knows just what he wants and has it for the taking.
Think back to the time he threw you to the sea, in nothing but your shorts and an irresistible feeling of satisfaction that's since long gone, remember how the waves held you on their tail and played with your being with their gentle violence.
This is he once more, he will comply to your desperate and irrational need.
He will lay a bed of roses for your beautiful landing and soak in your blood and bits so no one else will have a piece of you after giving yourself without return.

Death As a Concept

When death comes, may we come back to collect each of our bones,

gently lay them together and set them alight during an

intimate ceremony only witnessed by each of

of our former selves.

Unshrouded and bare-faced.

And as they burn, may we remember to wail without cease

and with great release so that each of whom of ourselves

we once disposed to make room for others may stand up

and forgive us.

May the dancing flames exude a warmth of great comfort such that

there is not a lived moment we would wish to live differently.

May the crackling sound of the burning bones inspire a song of triumph

for making end days that spared us the shame of looking back at an adversity of a life.

May we find our way back to this much dreaded valley,

crawling with dry bare, bones that bewilder us every time we care to pay a visit.

As they burn and blow as infinite ashes

that will glow and keep the universe alight may we resurrect

as black roses on whatever soils we land on

and hopefully, find a peace we never experienced as bodily beings.

River Beings

See them gesture in dance as weary souls
in a water flow rhythm and enchanting beauty.

Once a moon lit the surface of their water,
a mirror of sheen black with streaks of silver
and the night sky lived in a luminous joy.

In their misty translucency, they hoard, beneath,
world minerals, rubies, diamonds and pearls.
Keeping a watery heaven.

The river runs in the melody of their names;
Chimes, chimes and chimes.

The Magic Children

Children bathed in glitter, laughter; the human good,

with bare feet that pounced and drummed to raise the dust from its ground.

The cheer of the wind so free and the happiness of an untainted sunlight.

Between the rapture of the earth meeting the day, they floated,

eyes shut in complete exuberance, tongues gagging in uncontrollable laughter,

paying no mind the bruises on their elbows and knees,

their reddened flea bites and empty bellies.

The cracked wand drops to break and the magic, abruptly, dies.

At once they turn into beautiful, colourful butterflies

that scatter atop and leave me empty skies.

You're one to stay.

I can, helplessly, be a storm and, without any possible self-restraint, 

wreck you apart but you are one to cup me whole in your hands, 

wait out my unwarranted anguish and remind me of your inexhaustible love.

You're one to wander, painstakingly, through my forest 

seeking to save me from the solitude I tend to subject myself to,

bringing along pockets filled with smiles and melodies 

to enjoy on our way back.

I'm one to spend long periods looking hard in the mirror
but barely making out the person you see in me.
I carry on trusting whatever unprovoked spell you're under
to hold you long enough for me to finally believe and trust in my own magic.
That I am loveable and enough.

I could think of a million reasons for you to leave, 

many more of why I do not deserve you. 

For many or few reasons only known to yourself, 

you are one to stay.



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It had to be you...

It had to be you,

Over joyful and hopeless tears.

It had to be you,

Over a myriad of secrets and shames,

Over constant fears and uncertainties.

It had to be you,

Over continuous forevers,

Endlessly and effortlessly.

It had to be you,

Among countless faces and beating hearts.

It had to be you

Along wild dreams to tame and violent chances to ride.

It had to be you,
Under glaring suns and watchful moons,
It had to be you,

Over worlds to know and times to travel.

It had to be you,

Over and over,

In a million blessed dreams,

It is you, always will be, always must be. You.

I have a man living in my heart

I have a man living in my heart. He loves it there.

Though he'd found no welcoming rug at the door

or been offered a seat and something to drink

I like to watch him joyfully saunter around the infinite

seeming space with a child-like wonderment of "all this is mine?"

possessing his face.

I warmly enjoy his appreciative movements

in and around this once hollow gallery,

carefully admiring the walls for what they used to be.

Bare structures to which portraits once readily clung as memories formerly enjoyed.

Not merely to adorn but much to make them look best and not so lonely.

Not once afraid of what he may find;

Stories I'm yet to let him know.

Secrets told, secrets kept.

Loved more for those remembered

Loved nonetheless for those forgotten.

"You are perfection, my love."

He reminds me.

I have a man living in my heart.

He seems to love it here and that's all the peace I need.