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On life's easyrider days and nights
love plays a romping game.
On those more oppositionally challenging days,
and long anxious nights,
love is a hunt,
sometimes a passionate hunt,
special occasionally a compassionate hunt,
a mutual hunt
for truth about who is hunter
and who is hunted
and why
and when
and how do these co-arising functions transcend "or"
to gracefully meet in "and."
This primal function of love's synergetic force
hunts
like gravity.
Both parties,
all living entities,
hunt,
gravitate,
even those feeling hunted
haunted
stalked
fearful and anxious
competitively and unilaterally,
often in silos threatening despair.
We all search frantically for safe havens,
hidden from those hunting for our very self-identity,
our life,
or at least so it feels during those dissonant times.
What is a redemptive optimization strategy
for those hunting safe havens from death,
pursued by tyrannical lovers,
ego-identified life-sucking hunters?
When is it not an appropriate moment
to love the hunter,
the hunted,
and the hunt?
Is there a significant difference
between the romping love of fluid smooth days and nights
and the more strategic
logistical
personal
intimately co-prehensile
hunt for love transcending Ego-incarnate death?
Too seldom haunted hunted entities,
primally assuming cooperative investment
in our challenging rampant race
and pace of EarthTribal systems,
when a passionate challenge exhausts our smooth-skinned body,
and/or brain,
the hunted redemptively turn toward other hunters,
gratefully and mindfully inviting a wrestling-with match,
setting aside a wrestling-against death and fear match,
comprehending that compassioning our hunting love
always optimizes EarthTribe's regenerational future.
In love,
sometimes,
at least once,
it is my time to love loss,
to forgive away space and or time,
to redeem future spacetime
equivalently invested in me
birthing my original praxis of conception
as mutual reception--
eco-harmonic redemption.
“The Queen-Sized Bed”.
A queen-size bed was coming slowly,
down the rough dirt track.
As it drew closer,
The wheels clumsily mounted on the base of each leg,
rattled like a hospital gurney on the stones.
The bed was being pushed slowly,
ever so, carefully.
By a weary old man in tattered clothes and worn-out shoes.
as he drew closer, and closer,
I saw that he was pushing his dying wife who was,
lying in a dressing gown under the covers,
in the Queen-Sized Bed.
He pushed carefully trying not to shake the bed,
excessively.
His wife's head was supported by four pillows,
she had wispy strings of silver white hair.
She was dying.
Several I.V. Bottles dangled off a hook,
And dripped painkillers into her arm.
She was awake but barely conscious,
I wondered where they were going,
but in my heart, I knew...
privacy for an hour,
I came back as the sun was setting.
I found them together sitting on the bed,
Looking over the ocean.
The old man was holding his dying wife,
in his arms… stroking her silver hair under the sparkling,
southern cross.
They were sharing her last sunset as,
the dying embers of a fiery sun faded into the ocean.
Night fell and I walked home alone,
I had witnessed love real love,
something I had never experienced,
something I had never known.
If you’re near Cowell and you look hard enough,
You may just find the queen-size bed,
with a tattered mattress and exposed springs,
quietly rusting away outside a decrepit ruin of a barn.
Take a closer look at the legs and you will find four rusting,
gurney wheels.
and if you approach quietly on a moonlit night,
you will hear soft sobbing in the whistling wind,
as it dreams of that dying sunset,
under the southern cross...
and the milky way lights up the sky,
soaring into the heavens
as the angels sing.
I wrote this non fiction poem
For Debra Jean..
(C)London F. BuSS. 2022
My world is in the past and I see you there
Now nothing has meaning I don’t have a care
It’s all gone or been left astray
I’m surprised when I can make it through the day
I wouldn’t change our time together you know I’m proud
I think of you and then I scream out loud
I believe in everything and what we had
I think of you and the loss and then I get mad
You were my true love now you’re a memory to me
I think of you and then set my tears free
I break down a lot over the littlest thing
I wish you were here to make my heart sing
I can’t eat at all and I’ve lost weight
I try to visualize what to do but I can’t see straight
I wouldn’t change our time together you know I’m proud
I think of you and then I scream out loud
I believe in everything and what we had
I think of you and the loss and then I get mad
You were my true love now you’re a memory to me
I think of you and then set my tears free
The days seem longer I try to get lost in the mundane
But it does no good when your souls in pain
The essence of you haunts me when I’m alone
I try to find comfort peace and closure when I visit your stone
I wouldn’t change our time together you know I’m proud
I think of you and then I scream out loud
I believe in everything and what we had
I think of you and the loss and then I get mad
You were my true love now you’re a memory to me
I think of you and then set my tears free
It’s all over whelming I don’t know what to do
So I pray to god and light a candle for you
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Your looking down from heaven waiting for me in this I trust
I miss the sweet comraderie
The words you'd leave for me to see
The teasing tongue tenacity
I never thought one day you'd be
Away from here, away from me
I miss the way you'd make me smile
Through darkest days, a word worthwhile
Would scatter gloom and chase the vile
Oh, how your charm could so beguile
I miss your certain kind of style
I miss the mystery in the rhyme
The sweet sensation every time
I'd read the most melodious chime
Now that you're gone, it's such a crime
I miss the banter, so sublime
I miss the way you used to tease
Then placate me just to appease
The playful lines were meant to please
My little heart, your lines would squeeze
I miss your spirit's gentle breeze
I miss you, dear, I miss you still
Your place no one can truly fill
I'll wait and wait and wait until
You come back and take up the quill
And let your presence, joy instill
I miss you...
I close my eyes a moment, and the room begins to fade,
and suddenly I'm walking down a soft, sun-dappled grade,
The air is clear and gentle, like a perfect springtime day,
and there she is—my JoAnn-coming down the golden way,
She beams her cherished smile
I'll remember all my life,
the one that first told me, "You must make JoAnn your wife."
She takes my hand and says, “I've been right here all along,
I see you from Heaven, singing a beautiful song",
We sit beside a river that looks brighter than the sky,
she laughs about the fun we had and years that hurried by,
"You've still got work to do," she says, "and people yet to bless,
Share your gift of poetry, and your heart that will not rest."
"So visit when you miss me-l am never far from you,
Each time you share our story, I feel your love shining through,
One day we'll walk this path for real, no pain, no last goodbye,
but till that day, my love, enjoy your life, then come on by."
In the quiet hush of morning light,
He stares at her with tender eyes,
A face familiar, yet out of sight,
In the fog where all memory lies.
Her voice, a melody he once knew,
Now stirs something deep inside,
A warmth, a pull, a feeling new,
Or perhaps, an echo that won’t subside.
She smiles, a tear begins to trace,
The lines of time upon her face.
He wonders, is this love I feel?
A heart awakened, but wounds unhealed.
Then comes the truth, soft and kind,
A tale of love left far behind.
"You’ve loved me once, and still you do,
Though your mind has made me new."
He grasps her hand, both old and fresh,
A bond that time could not repress.
For in his heart, though memories fade,
Love remains, unscathed, unafraid.
In this moment, they both find,
That love transcends the fragile mind.
A love forgotten, yet still it flows,
Through the heart, where true love grows.
I once wrote a love song
with my soul. A Shakespearean
love sonnet we could sing together.
I thought it would always keep
your body close to mine. But,
our harmony became off-key,
the words muddled.
We lay in the grass seeing faces
in the sky. (Is that cloud your face
drifting from me? Is the sky
really falling? On us?)
Your words, "I'm leaving" cut open
my heart and we watched as our
music played out.
I loved you then and still feel a tug
on my heart when hearing your
name. How can two people who love
so deeply search for the tiniest fault,
which becomes a fissure, unleashing
a flood that washes away love?
How crazy is life that we unravel the
very thread that has sewn our lives
together? In anger, we threw our love's
puzzle onto the floor, then frantically
tried to remember how the pieces once
fit so snugly, so uniformly...so impossibly.
I've learned now not to live my love songs.
My feet are firmly placed on rock instead of
sand. When those intoxicating words and lovers
call me, I'll not answer. But I'll still listen
for their music; I'll still dream.
Some people love hard
Then leave hard, too
Leaving a heart so scarred,
There’s nothing left to do…
But write a note to the heart,
Telling it to burn that bridge
Feeling like one must depart,
Leaving the past, in the past
Letting go of the well-known
To find hope for tomorrow,
Telling someone time has shown
That you’re better off alone…
Alone with the song you believe
Is a rhythm your heart sings,
Leaving pain that caused you to grieve
In the past, where fear sings…
No more fear, your heart will say
When you leave the past and pray
For the music to take you away
Believing this hope will not betray…
It is joy that you will know,
When you let go of the past,
And allow your light to glow
Rising up to a sky that’s overcast…
Telling the world that love is alive
And, despite what has been,
With God beside you, you’ll survive
Leaving the past in the past…
Where time will reveal
The strength you don’t feel,
Your frailty can’t conceal,
Jesus’ whose love is so real…
He will fulfill, His love will fill
All the empty space,
Left by anger and selfish will,
As you forgive what’s been…
You’ll realize His amazing grace
Will surely take the place
Of all the tears time can’t erase
Oh, His love is a sweet embrace
You’re blessed by His grace
Can’t wait to see, face to face
This love who took my place
Oh, with Him, I’ll win this race
With Jesus, I can let go of the past
Knowing that I have all I need
To get through – the lonely won’t last
Because I have Him who’ll take the lead
When the heart cries, the eyes well up,
Heavy with feelings long confined.
When the heart bleeds, the eyes go blind,
Choked by sorrow undefined.
When the heart cries, the eyes shudder,
Shaken by grief behind the grace—
Bitterness born on a lover’s shoulder,
In a restless search for a tender place.
When the heart cries, the eyes release
The pain of reckless, fragile love—
Nurtured in silence, grown from fear,
Now aching from what it’s made of.
When the heart cries, the eyes grow dim,
Lost in a fog of silent despair.
Emotions swell along love’s rail,
Calm as a child in dreamless air.
When the heart, like the belly, takes in too much—
Hungering still, though overfilled—
It swells like a balloon with every touch,
Yet aches for more, unmet and stilled.
When the heart cries, the eyes cry out,
Weary of silence, unmet need.
Jejune replies to aching calls
Leave tenderness to wilt and bleed.
When the heart cries, the eyes grow tired,
Longing for days of softer light—
When trees were green, the winds were kind,
And love was gentle, pure, and right.
Are you there...
When I still see him next to me?
When I hear his voice calling and I feel his touch on my cheek?
When I am numb, yet still feel his warmth?
Are you there...
When I claw at my eyes and shatter my teeth?
When I swear, with eyes bloodshot, to get back who was taken from me?
When I loathe myself for all I left unsaid?
When I resent you for all you could've done?
Are you there...
When I need you most?
When I pray to you with all that's left in me?
When I swear to be good and to atone for all I was?
Are you there...
When I have nothing left?
When I wish to join him in your paradise, though I'm not worthy?
When I can't cry anymore?
Are you there...
When I lay the flowers in his memory?
When I move forward, changed forever?
When I am alone?
Are you there?