Best Recovery From...Longing Poems
Whispers in a darkened room
Two bodies locked in passions dance
Lust and longing both consume
Exploring hands enhance
Sacred vows lie on the floor
Discarded with their clothes
Craving love, they search for more
Trust lost in the throes
Sated bodies, guilty hearts
Have failed to fill the void
Did they really just make love
Or was it just destroyed
22 Years And Counting ( Recovery From Life)
The separation of love from soul
a dreadful death itself.
Stripped of denial, now a raw wound,
time is the only true cure,
requiring a rebirth of the soul again into love.
Love surrounds me.
It is in a child’s smile,
an elder hand, withered, wise.
Words of support and kindnesses,
Common courtesies, welcoming hugs,
respectful endearments and
tentative encounters of barely intimate moments.
Love shows with the rising sun,
and gentle rains, and the reality
that I exist.
There are things of love
collected, a consolation of time, unfulfilled,
stimulation, compensation.
And the longing begins to pry itself
from a place so deep within
you cannot believe it will grow.
Though you have nurtured loves,
a small child, a withered hand,
the deep inhalation that whelms
the heart, eludes you.
No euphoria of endorphins
no soothing voice assurance
no melting touches of comfort
the ultimate soul mate death.
Now, poetry of love, known by others
Soothes my soul, for a moment, fills my senses
With euphoria of that first love
in written word
So I do not forget.
Lasting memories linger lightly,
Swarming in a sensitive soul;
Weaving waves of wishes,
Taking a terrible toll.
Nasty nightly nervousness,
Results in ranting rhymes;
Harvesting of high hopes,
And savoring sensual signs.
Conspiring cosmic circles,
Whisper winter warnings.
Briefly believing blasphemy,
Fights feelings forming.
Insecurity injects inspiration,
Rotting the ropes of revelation,
Killing the chance of consolation,
Providing the pride in proclamation.
Empty enriched envy.
Loose longing lust.
Love lasts a lifetime.
Try total trust.
when the fire no longer bears its worth
it is a human face we so desire
and warmth to guide a weary soul
so tenderly through winter
we are breath and song and voice
and all of these we bare
of hope and desperate longing
such that no man dies alone
ME 2
MY LIFE HAS BEEN LIVED APART
FROM THE START, I FOLLOWED MY HEART
THEN IT BEGAN HURTING TO MUCH
I WAS LONGING FOR A GENTLE TOUCH
FOR ANOTHER TO SEE
THROUGH, TO THE INNER ME
THE OUTSIDE OF MYSELF IS A REFLECTION
OF WHAT I'VE LEARNED, FROM ANOTHER
THINGS HAVE A WAY OF AFFECTING
NOW I HAVE MANY HABITS FOR PROTECTING
MY HEART FROM CRUELTY
MISDIRECTING
THEIR VENOM, FROM ME
MISCONCEPTION?
NOW I AM SEEKING TO UNDERSTAND
UPRIGHT, SORTING THROUGH INSIGHT
AND RISING AGAIN, TO STAND
AND LOVE, AMIDST THE CHAOS
NOW IN THE LIGHT, AFTER THE NIGHT
I'M CAUSING LOVE, AND CASTING LIGHT
I'M NOT ALLRIGHT
BUT I WANT TO BE MORE
I AM TRYING TO BE
MORE TRULY
ME
alternate ending
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it seemed like a waste of my time
like this chasing after money should be a crime
like nnobody seemed to know anything better to do
all these myriad people, not one with a clue
but i did, and couldn't forget
the moment when the spark was lit
as i burned with longing and cried
the explosion of the Spirit inside
burned away the needs of the flesh
and for a while i seemed to mesh
with eternity and infinity, through the Divinity
of Jesus Christ
but i could find no way out of the worlds race
no excape from the foul sight of Satans face
everywhere i looked, everything i heard
it seemed that we had all forgotten the Word
i put a sledgehammer through my television
and over and over made the decision
to devote my lifwe to the ascension of the Trinity
over all ther concerns and filth of society
and the requirements of today
but i could find no way
i would pray, putting my entire heart into Gods hand
He healed my crippled dog, you understand
a miracle, as if i needed proof of His love
i wanted nothing more than to die, and go above
but i still live, here i am, and now
to live without sin i don't know how
after societies had it's way
i hope i don't die today
i guess i'm a sider, not a saint of olde
i found comfort in this beer i hold
and joy when i'm with my family
and work is sometimes rewarding to me
but i remember where i was before
though i confess i've sinned some more
i want to come back to God again
this time maybe the world won't win
and i can find
peace of mind
help
When I was young
I made a lot of foolish mistakes
God was waiting
I roamed from heart to another
Never feeling satisfied
God was waiting
I felt the pain that many felt
Alone and longing
God was waiting
So I ‘d take someone's hand to fill a space
God was waiting
I drank and smoked cigarettes
And made a mess of myself
God was waiting
I met someone I thought was right
God was waiting
I had a beautiful baby girl
But this marriage proved me wrong
There I was alone again
God was waiting
Broken hearted and raising a child alone
God was waiting
Till I got my life in order
God brought me you!