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It's there I sat, in a shower of spray.
In that of warmth as the shower sprays.
In that of heart as the water fills the part.
Deep in my mind the water runs broad.
But there in soul, you liquefy my thoughts.
As you run like water through heart and soul.
As a warmth of water, you cover each drop that falls.
It is there to which you are a shower of love.
As I have found myself showered with love.
With that of comfort and soothing warmth.
You have changed my temp, to luke warm.
It's being next to you to which I melt.
As the water falls from my heart at melt.
It is there behind the curtains to which you don't see.
That of the nakedness to which has brought me to this scene.
That of a love divine to which reins in my heart and time.
As there's nothing but just thoughts of you, showering my mind.
As each thought of you seems lonelier, as the water wash down the drain.
It's there to which is my loneliest when I sat alone.
Thats there's nothing but you in thought as I remember what we shared.
With that of love and happiness and companionship we compare.
But it is that of emptiness and distance to which I cry.
As your love, I have found none to which compares.
To the feeling I felt when you showered me with your love.
With that of your heart you care but that of your words that cut down deep.
As you said you cared and would never part.
But now, there's distance and us far apart.
As I have found myself sitting here feeling that of no love.
As it is just me as my tears wash away that of old love.
But iit is that of a showering love.
To which has brought me crying out for love.
As you have caused my heart to shower in tears of love.
As with you, I have found that of a showering love.
And that was having you and the warmth of your love.
Feeling uneasy as I let myself graze,
On the mountains I'd anxiously gaze.
The shrubs are long enough to indulge the creepers
And I dread the wicked hunters
Dear shepherd, where hast thou gone
Let me not be preyed on
Has thou fallen asleep?
Do you not dream of your troubled sheep?
I cannot parry their sharp claws
Nor repel their heavy paws
I'd never see the bullets coming
Nor the crawlers stalking
I thought you'd be my David
Like you swore and promised
That you'd slay the hunting lions
And lead me through the wolves' canyon
Hast thou left me for throne of kingship?
Art thou tired of my companionship?
Do not neglect the caws in the sky
Nor ignore my bleat, it's a cry.
Tho' I'm safe yet
I could already be a target,
For my age is still young
And those carnivores are just too strong
For me to run farther and faster enough
And evade the hiding wolf.
So dear shepherd
Come rescue me from my foe
Grab thy bow and arrow
Thou art my only hero I know
Come save my haunted soul
My dear shepherd.
Of all old friends, those we have of old are best;
These the souls we travel with by preference,
Theirs the spirits to whom we grant all deference.
Their hopes are ours, ours their own;
All victories shared, from like ambitions grown.
Their years match step with ours,
Show like passage of the hours,
Silent steps of Time with which our lives are sown.
They are moved as we are moved;
Troubled and pleased by like turns of Fate,
We pass through one another's gates
Into rooms where loyalty is proved
By ties of woven sympathies,
By bonds no outsider sees.
By bonds no outsider sees
We tie ourselves to those who share
The pithy heart of all unspoken cares,
The shadows that would dim our days
If no one shared our private ways,
If none there were to let us know
The fitness of the face we dare not show;
The old friend nods and quietly stays
Close by our side when mere acquaintance leaves,
Unashamed to share our darkest inner night;
Awaits with us the slow return of light.
The old friend trusts and faithfully believes
The tales we tell ourselves of joy or sorrow,
Looks to yesterday and forward to tomorrow.
Looking back to yesterday. forward to tomorrow,
We walk with them through the wilderness of living
Thankful for their presence and forgiving,
As do we, the flaws that mark our human bounds
Ignoring discordant notes that sound
From time to time in all the narrative
We build to define our days and give
Form and substance to the constant rounds
Of night to day and day to night,
Our mutual progress towards Eternity,
The approaching dark we do not wish to see
Unless in company with the comforting light
Of well-earned close companionship,
Of sympathetic souls who join us on the trip.
Seeking truths wherein the brave heart delves,
We guide each other through dwindling days
To face the world, to learn its ways,
Its cruelties and its beauties shared
Both the better for each time we dared
To question this, our common Lot:
To Be, awhile, and then to Not.
So we share all we have got
To fill our time, to weave our lives.
Without old friends, the path is drear and long,
Where goes but one to compose the song
To tell of what we were, and how we strived
To rescue Sense from Folly, all the rest;
Of all friends, those we have of old are best.
Testing each other's faith
At an open window—the air is still,
People seem dead with indifference,
And yet—the world breathes heavier
Hearts thumping in rhythm
To each other,
Hands clasping so tightly,
The view at large is a future we fear
Honor is seen in companionship,
Yet disgust is seen in those
Who live in solitude—choosing
Peace over miserable compromise
We promise to protect our loved ones,
Yet we fail to make promises
To preserve and encourage
Ourselves!
2.21.20
Note:"We are torn apart and yet we are alive...in the New Golden Age..." - Keane, New Golden Age
Weak Spots is taking a little turn. I feel that we romanticize union so much, yet we fail to give honor and acknowledgement to those who carry their lives without companionship. There is beauty and peace in a solitary life. There is deep love and strength in a single life apart from another.
What do you think of this?
~Laura
A boy sits on house steps (cement arid)
removing the crust from his egg salad sandwich
sparrows snatch the broken morsels he throws at them
laced bonds like a companionship weave
a shield from solitude
He savours the egg salad his mother has left for him
comfort food like the joyous presto an
orchestra plays
His mother, swept aside by work from noon till six,
allows his independence in a latch key
that dangles from his neck
deserving of protection
a latch key that opens the fall out of misplaced pairing
for a child knowing everything doesn't always work out
A boy's resolve
that a crusty dollup of sadness isn't a full meal
that life spooled out by a plundered sense of normal
doesn't prevent a new dimension of self
that sometimes in the erasure of a full family
there's a moon walk to find one's footing
His calm blue gaze
picking up clues
establishing connections
a focus from his core
as a family of sparrows pecks at the crumbs
Poem composed: June 25, 2022
Received an NA July 24th/22
Once upon a time
There lived, on an Earth as we know it not
An enchantress
A recluse
Living isolated in her forest!
She was content with her lot
For she had never known love,
Companionship or even the jolts of desires!
Then, one night, barged in through her fortress
A wizard
Alarmed and abashed
Running for his life
Running from the monster of the dark side of existence
The monster spitting forth fires of evil
Fires burning one not
But fires transforming one into serpents
Compulsive slaves of evil
Having to harm to feel content and satisfied!
Unfortunately, barged in as well the monster
The enchantress managed to secure the wizard
A safe place up in one of her one way towers
And tried to battle with the monster
Why
Even if she was made of femininity
Pray, she was an enchantress!
A powerful one as such!
But then, the monster tricked her
By lying still and making her believe that he was dead
Jubilant, she feared not to approach him
So much that at one point, she found herself
Breathing right into his face
When he woke up and transformed her into a serpent!
As for the wizard, he remained in the tower
Unable to find a way out
Unable to fight the monster
Scared to his bones of the enchantress-serpent!
She did find the way to the top of the tower
But now,
Evil bent,
She had only one aim
And that was destroying him!
He fought and fought
He fought with an iron will
And a heart of stone
He fought with eyes, red and fuming
So adamant on killing evil, in both the monster and the serpent!
Yet, he was sad
The enchantress had been a pure soul
It was all his fault if she was now a scary creature!
Being made of might, he managed to capture her
And he managed to flee,
Leaving the monster trapped in the enchanted forest
He went back to his abode
And is, still, locked in his secret room
Trying, devotedly, to find the charm
To bring the enchantress back to her pure form!
Of such he had made his aim
Of such he had pledged!
10 February 2017
Me and the Trash Can
Here we are this evening, Just the two of us.
We’ve never had an argument, we’ve never had a fuss,
My little friend could tell a thousand tales.
Yet he’s always silent, though a fearsome smell prevails.
Here we are this evening, me and the trash can.
He’s never asks a question, he’s quite a friend to man.
I’m cold and lonesome, and it sure is dark and quiet.
But the can’s the best company, that I can find tonight.
He don’t try to borrow money, or give me advice.
He only breeds the roaches and attracts the mice.
Here we set this evening, He’s a stinker of a host.
But we’re alone together, except for the lamp post.
Minds in a Fugue
rambling
over my words
never
say what I really
wanna say
stop asking me questions
Pause cause of the reality
cause and effect
or is it truth or dare
really could you
care
tell me you care
Disreguarded my feelings
to settle down
Love you
don't that sound strange
somethings rearranged
somethings rearranged
Figured you say
hand you what
adaptation
adaptation
adaptation
Don't embarass me in public
don't act like you forgot my name
ah kiss aint to much
to ask for
ah kiss aint to much
to ask for
Smoochie: Smoochi
I need some more
don't leave me like this
smile were together
Don't ihnore my feelings
to prove something that aint worth fussin ovr
I know you love me
I'm still your man
Figured you say
hand me what
adaptation
adaptation
adaptation
I wouldn't be alone if you were here
get here
get here
Your companionship aint that nad
get here
get here
These pass years, I have been in a quest..
There are times I want to stop but I guess..
If steps and risks aren't taken, I'll be waste..
Thus, I try and try slowly not in haste..
To become a Saint, one must be chaste..
To become a hero, must death be faced?
To become renown, must fame be chase?
However, to be love, must one be on same race?
Building long lasting & steadfast relationships..
Will require from you more than stewardship..
Even more than a deal of companionship..
And more than just friendship..
It takes the right time...
Sometimes months extending to years..
Or a whole of a lifetime..
Only God knows yet stay on cheer..
By: olive_eloi
5:29pm
10/10/2013
United
Let everybody hold hands and we can build bridges across the horizon.
Let all nations be of equal character and we can stand united as one.
Let all people gather together, if we try, we can all offer asylum,
To those who are in need; those who are in need of someone.
A helping hand across the world, reaching out to raise you up;
A voice from a distant land, from a never seen face,
Is needed to offer the thirsty, an endless water cup.
If we have riches, then they should too;
If a person has nothing, then charity they should be given.
If we are full, then they should be full too;
We are all only trying our best, to not just give in.
Without charity we would be without our humanity;
Without an embrace, where would we as a species be?
When we are lost in the dark and need a light to set us free,
Tell me where are we going without companionship?
Let no person stand alone, when they are in need of a friend.
Let no woman cry and let no man be able to sell the world.
We are all together under the same sun, without end,
So let us rise as one each morning, side by side with a smile
And mankind will be kind to the future boys and girls.
If it is already too late for us to save,
Then let us make the best of a bad situation.
If there is nothing we can do about climate change,
Then let us at least be united as one planet;
So together we can all find a united constitution.
Imagine all the people, living life in peace…
We could really start something.
If the hippies are all gone, then let them all be reborn.
If peace is truly lost, then let us find it once more.
If there is no hope left and we are only here to mourn,
Then let us heal the world with healing hands;
Our hearts are in need of being loved
And if one man is poor, then we are all of us, poor.
If we all plant a flower-power into the barrel of a tank,
Then we can put an end to war and remember how to love.
If we all stand united and truly give each other thanks,
Then we can shine a light so bright,
That it will be seen up in the Heaven’s above.
In our world of plenty we have more than enough to give.
Let us all become friends and send the love all around the world.
We are all human, so let us all be humane and think…
Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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