the windows of love

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Love is a window that is one often opened with white satin gloves. It is beautiful and delicate, made of glass that we see right through…Its something that we fear breaking.  But, love is also a difficult window to open at times. From the hard rains in the summer, to the cold nights in between… we cannot see through the dirt and grime. This vantage point, this view that we treat so guarded… it gets covered with so many different things that we may not see through to the other side. We somehow wish to protect our satin gloves from being ruined opening this dirty window. Isn’t it funny that in times like these we forget what’s important? How do I suppose the relief of fresh air will gain entry? During moments that make me feel so alone and without air to breathe? Love is not to be handled with white gloves alone. Gloves that protect our vanity. We so often concern our hearts with the appearance of love… we become people that have no versatility … love is within the labor of always being sure our window remains open. True love is dirty and bloody… Love may be presented to us with bows and ribbons, it may be so very worthy of the essence of honor and decorum… but in the boots I have walked or the roads that I’ve traveled … love takes work gloves and mud… love is pain. Love means ruining those white gloves. Every bit of sediment on its tracks…  each time we fall face first in the mud… so long as I can see you through my window pane… I can tell you that I love you.  ©

True reaction of love

 
 
In a certain space You reside as my love
It's grown to be a hurting place
because not believing in you
it's flirting within lobotomy ciphers
A love inside you
no shit I'd give my life to you
I love you unreplaced
with faces more than one
to hide the gold I hold for you
prevent the sinking sun
although my lips would kiss
the space upon you're face
embrace those eyes
taste thighs that run
no ribbons bows above below
or grace observed upon your toe
through truth not told
and love un bold I fold the bond we make 
Because I love you...

I love inside a heart unfound
reserved by thoughts of love not bound
and I’d guess my love for you
will see enchant-less renditions
that make goodness interpretive
to my empty home
your days gone by decision

how smart you will be
my frozen heart
allows all that I’d do
spectacles seen glistening
from wiping temptation
before degradation of what your loves effect
would’ve made untrue
loves truth can’t all be known
while holding a hand
not walkin’ alone

you cannot understand

the advance on the love
one adhered like glue
the loan for what’s built
to protect a home un whispered of
invested in my chest
in a lonesome space
a place that I grow used to
if I ever look starved
because I wasn’t allowed to feed you
my heart is everything of me
if but a drop in your sea
if mine were amiss
would you notice
and remember me ?

I love you in a way
if something were to happen to YOU...
I could never pretend
would not ever want and sever from my needless heart 
I'd grow old alone next to a photo of you
just stay within view of my home
serving my only fire
tilling its memory
protecting our oil
you make loves garden
because you are my soil
but to not know your kiss
nor mouthing your name
makes like lover made love 
into some kind of game
I would never hope to win
pretend to discover what I've found in you're skin 
but never love another again
Not like I love you. ©
                                          -A
 

Brain water

 


Just another fish immersed by a curse…
oceanic submersed
my reverberations reversed

Heading towards tales of  chromatically  conjoined unconscious fins
hooks hurt finding sub conscious twins
solitary secret
staccato less friends
cancel out need to keep hush on what’s never said

Like Protective brain waves
with no way to stop feeding dyslexic tongues
In silence  it depends
neurological fear only ear is my friend

Outer spaced Inner Knowledge
verbal but amiss audible code
Area x
just I without matter

Logically different fish
tend not to know how to speak it and scatter

Hurt by verbs in descriptive we keep
equipped by the neuro encryption we speak
Thoughts sync in this mind
correlated in me
I consider only likeness of pure frequency
only unscripted deep soliloquy

Absurdly adherent to symbiotic nerves
with frequent metabolic cerebral placation
replaced by synonymic sub lyric exchange
as if aquatic radio stations abstain
from ad space with symmetrical gifts
philosophical exchange

Swim to exhaust melodic phalanges
cut in deep residential
a solo Safer immersion

Hippocampus perturbed by disturbance
hurt holding
feeling dactyl in plural mental subliminal
like un paired my/its individual not so strange
not ever a stranger
endangered in words
imperfect verbs distinct in my perplexities

So honored is Wyland a friend with to swim
unchained co conspired
fathoms like 10 toes within a perfect excursion
synchronized un conjoined
mental friend it’s found joy
In A troublesome genius
intellect of Van Gogh

Grown tired from lacking a safer confusion
where my pace dives deep and slows
where I swim never displaced or disgraced
by an illusion

Introspected alleged reflection accepted
this cerebellum telling cynicism
retrospective detective
aquatic Magellan keeps tellin’ it
what finds ones decision this deep
Who knows me?  

Its quite fitting were swimming in schools UN abused
undertow of our youth
beneath toes in our boots
in the roots of our souls
of most friends without proof
who could never be told
ego denies all from truth
our transmission

Its an ocean where I can swim
and share thoughts of nutrition
the joy of an intelligent friend
my grace reminds me don’t change
don’t pretend

It’s still cool that our traces & mental twin graces
made pennies from heaven
not seem so strange

Know no words in vain
when explained by the other
friends defending its dance
its reflections protect I
from asking not question

To glisten as it did
spinning just half
half of the sun
still validates maybe
it’s that I’ve become
So alone but refracted

A chance ballerina was real
someone  wet dropped a lens
pretend its infected but copped over standing
dropped years it appears
of neglecting our tears

Our thoughts
ONE mind
a sunken treasure

Hooks from the deep
finding advancement
toward the lonely
a dark confused depth
now luminescent such light
like the sun within a prism

My lips tasting
respiration the breath
somehow it’s no one like me
unlock mental prisons
so sweet was the vision
It hurts when a smile
sunshine’s down 
to divisional incisions

In my mind finding not a damn fish swims
Just me
like fisherman’s hook punctured my mouth
how did unity turn inside out
psychotic rationalities fruition??

But without a doubt
that’s a smart fish ©

 


Sweet diamond goodnight

Sweet diamond delight
my dear oh my mother nature
inquisitive to the sensation of touch
my lips just curl cause I love you so much
Star light overlooks my heart felt thought of you
while we share a moon even in your absence
and hopefully in mine
wishing my moon would pull onto your eyes
locking your embrace inside my love
like waves on the ocean
the undertow of my desire pulling you out to me
Rock with me sweet one my only
like dolphins I feel you
if only you will allow my presence
I will know you
When you find trouble
SOS travels through our sea in an instant
like lightning to a thousand glass ballerinas
shattering my tranquility
filling my heart with discontent
Sing to me my love
swim with me deeply
the undertow never losing effect
my love making you wet
in the ocean it will always be
on the surface it’s still only me
I’m waiting to watch an electrical storm to exhale
 I take deep breaths
waiting for the ballerinas to come undone
and I’m waiting to caresse you
beneath our moon
within our ocean
below our sea
just between you and me
You are very loved ©