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Art or Science?

Is love ever not an act of faith?
Is there some equation to replace the inner workings of the heart?
Is love science, or is love art?
Many would say both play an equal part.
Either way, it comes down to the leaping,
To find out if a love’s worth keeping,
An analysis of what could be,
Then you have to close your eyes to see,
Walk slowly to the edge with me,
Take my hand,
And jump.

Love’s Phoenix Rising

It’s better to have loved and lost, than to not have loved at all,
Even better yet to find that love again,
Mistakes once made,
Won’t be replayed,
This will be the love that stayed,
I’m so much a better man since then,
With pages turned and lessons learned,
No more bridges to be burned,
Seems I may have earned myself a second chance,
I can’t say if you feel that way,
I’m working on it day by day,
Hoping you’ll give our love more than a passing glance,

It’s better to have loved and lost, than to not have loved at all,
Even better when it takes you by surprise,
No way to know what life will throw,
And things that happened long ago,
May not be quite the way you realize,
Things can change, and rearrange,
Time’s a magic strong and strange,
Ride you on the range to see if you come through,
Perspective unfolds naturally; time gives us new eyes to see,
I just hope you feel the same way too..

It’s better to have loved and lost, than to not have loved at all,
Even better yet to find that love was pure,
I know now what I didn’t then,
Won’t make the same mistakes again,
Got strength to stay and work things out for sure,
With pages turned and lessons learned,
No more crosses to be burned,
Seems I may have earned myself a second chance,
I can’t say if you feel that way,
I’m working on it day by day,
Hoping you’ll give our love more than a passing glance,
Hoping you’ll give our love more than a passing glance,
Cuz it’s better to have loved and lost, than to not have loved at all,
Even better,
When you find that love again.

DROWNING & RISING

We were drowning.
Both of us.
and like drowning people do,
we panicked.
Desperately clinging to each other,
whilst at the same time pushing each other away.
Both of us.
Weighed down with baggage.
So much baggage.
Tied fast, to our hands, our feet,
our bodies, our minds, our hearts, our souls.
Pulling us, dragging us, downward,
and apart.
I was dragged so far down
I couldn’t see you anymore.
Didn’t know if you were above me,
or below me.
I only knew I was drowning,
as were you.
Both of us.

In our bid to survive,
we lost each other,
in our frantic attempt to shed ourselves
of all that was weighing us down.
I lost sight of you, as I tried to
cut cords and set myself free,
find me,
and in time,
I did.
Finally rising up to the surface,
having shed myself of everything,
I manage to scan the horizon,
and there, much
to my eternal surprise,
I see you, in the distance,
bobbing freely, and serenely.
I can see a glow around you,
and I start to swim slowly in your direction,
my heart lifting,
when I realise it appears,
you are also swimming,
towards me.

Organic Change

organic change
comes naturally
a process that
one cannot see
Yet it goes on
there is no doubt
if nourished from
the inside out
change is the fruit
of this process
though will not come
under duress
but in its time
it comes for sure
strong and clear
ripe and mature
change you can trust
organic fruit
from nourishing
down to the root

This Wind!

Wow! This wind today is really blowing!
It sure gets the autumn spirit going,
Time for hats, gloves, scarves, and a thermal cup,
And maybe even turn your collar up,
Because this wind here is no warm summer breeze,
It’s a blast designed to blow leaves off trees,
Items now should be placed in winter’s store,
Before this wind blows around even more,
It could take your chairs, your outside table,
Challenge a shingle or two, and gable,
Maybe reach further, blowing things away,
There goes a thought that I had yesterday!
Blowing branches, leaves, all kinds of rubble,
And whoosh! There goes a big pile of trouble!
It’s really cleansing, this autumnal blast,
Whoosh! There go some old pieces of my past!
Batten the hatches! Autumn is coming!
Seems like all kinds of changes are coming!

POLICY ANNOUNCEMENT

This is the Central Scrutinizer.

As per our new policy it has been decided that the word Love, in its verb form, is to be removed from use in all languages. This is to take effect immediately, internationally.

This is due in large part to continued shallow and meaningless usage, bordering on empty hyperbole.

Love may continue to be discussed as a subject, and as a concept, however you will no longer be able to say “I love you”, only show it.

This policy decision will be reviewed on an annual basis.

Go forth and show, not say.

TCS

Darling, darling…

So sip so sweetly at my nectar,
Darling, darling, from down there.
And in return I’ll sip your honey,
Darling, darling, you know where.
I’ve got that little space to fill,
So darling, darling fill it up.
All the way up with your passion.
Darling, darling, to the top.
Love me, sweetly, gently, roughly.
Darling, darling, please don’t stop.
Give it, give it, give it to me.

Darling…

Let me get on top.

(This is my poetry potluck piece. This week’s theme is “Passionate Nights of Love.” Methinks a few babies will be made this week.)

Raiders of The Lost Heart

Am I glib?
Very well then, I am glib.
I am hurt, and must protect myself.
I’ve built up a maze,
Of intricate ways,
Wrapped in a blanket of nonchalance.

Each delicate riddle,
That leads to the middle,
Connects to a trap door of some kind.
In no way capricious,
It’s easy to see each is,
Formed from scars on heart and mind.

Each test there to see,
If you’re really worthy,
To find your way through to my heart.
If you’ve no stamina,
Like old Indiana,
Then  really, don’t even start.

If you spring a trap door,
You won’t see any more,
You’ll reach a point you just can’t pass,
Make the wrong choice,
Use the wrong inner voice,
You’ll just slide right out on your ass.

It’s been murmured around,
I don’t want my heart found,
Truth is though I just don’t want to fake it,
If that means I’m denied,
One who makes it inside,
That’s a chance, and I’ll just have to take it.