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Love is magical,
a marvelous explosion of emotions
that morphs into a series of intimate moments.
Migrating from your heart to your soul,
it captures your imagination at the beginning,
and leaves you with a sense of belonging at the end.
Doubts, insecurities, and misgivings
acquiesce to the ecstasy of love,
allowing two hearts to share one dream.
Euphoric and ethereal,
love glows with joy-filled energy and promise.
Like a secret fantasy come true,
the magic of a kiss
gets tethered to trust and hope,
allowing dreams to tap into forever-feelings.
Intimate, phantasmagorical, and sublime
are but a few words that come to mind
when describing love.
A deep, consuming wave of affection,
it summons a smile
that gives life meaning and purpose.
It has no territory, no borders,
no accountability and no schedule.
And because it takes on different forms,
defining love falls into the ethereal realm
of poets and romantics.
Falling in love is breathtaking,
but feeling loved defies description.
No worries
No apologies
I’m just being me
You’ll never see
The spin of the game you play
The pain and the blame you lay
Upon me for years
Along with the tears
You gift me words that uplift
You try to lift me up when I’m pissed
For sure, love can be torture
I’m your cure to simply endure
The trials you’ve been through
Overcome the waves of cruel rue
Out of the blue,
I’m in a blur with you
It’s all done and true
You haven’t a clue
What you did to me too…
It’s the things you do…
A sense of belonging
Never made me take wing
It’s everything…
It’s the hope you and I bring up and it’s the faith in my heart to simply sing!
No worries,
But I have worries
I want to be at ease
So please…
Let me hit the breeze
Your love is my disease
No worries
I’m a little lost and the sinking sand is beyond my knees
I seek you like a rat does to cheese…you’re such a tease…
I’m unapologetically at ease
So, no worries for me, no more worries!
Love is the symphony of two half hearts, destined to become one,
A union of kindred spirits, where love's melody is forever sung.
When disparate halves attempt to merge, the bond will falter and break,
For one heart may be rugged, while the other is smooth, and their love will eventually part and ache.
But when two halves of the same fabric entwine, a seamless union unfolds,
Creating a whole heart, where love's beauty shines, like a masterpiece to behold.
The connection is effortless, a gentle dance of soul and heart,
The two halves yearn for each other, a longing that never departs.
Though shadows of heartbreak and deception may loom,
These trials will ultimately lead them to their destined bloom.
Their communication will flow like a gentle stream,
A perfect harmony, where love's sweet whispers are the theme.
Like a pair of socks or shoes, crafted to fit perfectly,
These two halves were designed to last, a love that time won't erase or neglect.
True love requires understanding, patience, and prayer,
A divine alignment of hearts, where love's beauty is revealed, and souls are set free.
When hearts are meant to be, their union will unfold,
Without force or search, love will find its way, like a path that's been told.
Both hearts will beat in sync, a symphony of love so true,
When one heart is missing, the other will feel the void, and yearn for love anew.
The Almighty crafted companions, a match for each heart's desire,
A soulmate who will love and cherish, and set their heart on fire.
Though unknown to us, this love will reveal itself in time,
When we pray and seek guidance, love's path will be defined, and our hearts will entwine.
True love resides deep within the heart, a feeling that's hard to ignore,
A sense of belonging, peace, and ease, that love will forever store.
It's the smile that follows anger, the calm that soothes the soul,
A love that's pure, and strong, and forever whole.
Walking the last listless mile,
I make life a kaleidoscopic window,
see the changing euphoric patterns,
before they flit away in time.
The nascent sun breaks the dawn,
spreading as pearls of dew in my pasture,
the glittering gift morning presents I adore,
before it drifts away in time.
In the garden of my flushing meadow,
the sunflowers glow in gold,
their frail beauty frames the hue of present,
before it fades away in time.
The instant smile of the children of God,
flickers as the divine touch of innocence,
flashes in me as the sparkle of exaltation,
before it wanes away in time.
You walk on the pathway we’ve built together,
come home with the glint of love in your eyes,
suffuse me with sublime sense of belonging,
before it dissipates away in time.
The twilight hour gleam freezes on your face,
in the silver silence of the seraphic night,
the moonbeams still our present moments,
before they melt away in time.
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July 29, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Floating, hovering like a dragonfly
in search of a safe landing place.
Roaming, travelling, never settling,
in constant fear of desolation.
No beginning, and no end in sight -
- suspended animation - certain of my creation,
but hanging like a mist or balanced
like a spider on its gossamer web.
Unconditional love did not exist for me:
there was always a condition.
Insecure security - no blood ties you see.
No sense of belonging, so belonging nowhere.
The illusion was there
and I believed it for a while.
My childhood innocence allowed me that,
but now, in callous adulthood, I am spared no pain.
In harsh reality, cold light of day,
the truth is stark: I was abandoned,
given birth to and relinquished
for no reasons known to me.
No explanation given. No excuses.
An inebriated memory, or a raped repugnance.
Yes, an unhappy, irritating accident probably.
Born and gone - out of sight and out of mind.
The effects of that inauguration
are hardly ever seen - they're privately
wept for; written about; drunkenly
discussed at dinner, or in times of
despondency, dwelt unhealthily upon,
when their deep-seatedness shallows
into consciousness and lurches from
my dreams into reality - forcing face-to-face
acknowledgement that I was not
meant to be: that my existence was
a nuisance, a niggling inconvenience
to be discarded heartlessly.
This is a poem regarding gender dysphoria and being transgender. If you do not support that kind of thing, please do not leave rude comments and simply click away. I actually found this poem recently in one of my old journals from almost three years ago now, so there is much history to this poem.
I touch myself
I feel...wrong
Like something's missing
Or isn't supposed to be there
But I ignore the feeling
I get on with life
"I'm just self conscience"
A pitiful lie
Next I turn around
To hear what was said
"Boys on one side, girls on the other"
Is what the teacher says
And I follow those who look like me then
But there's no sense of belonging
I feel out of place
And panic screams inside of me
I am not who I am
There's another inside of me
She screams in chains
Shackled to the curse of a body
The body, shackled to the norm of society
I'm told that I'm supposed to grow old like this
And I die on the inside
It feels like the wrong fuel for an engine
Or a square peg in a round hole
I imagine myself
Beautiful and free
I get told that I'm wrong
But I know it's who I am supposed to be
And so like a caterpillar
I metamorphisize
Until the beautiful butterfly inside of me
Gracefully flies out and away
If we don’t feel with our hearts, we don’t belong
If we don’t see as one, the world is wrong
Beyond the wars and the hate and the insanity
We are all connected as humanity
We are the child with cancer who still wears a smile
We are the kid from the projects facing trial
We are the pregnant teen feeling lost and used
We are the elderly man in a home abused
We are the young couple, marriage on the rocks
We are the homeless one in a cardboard box
We are the cold and hungry, sad and depressed
We are the lonely child who never felt blessed
We are the woman whose life was filled with pain
We are the man standing alone in the pouring rain
We are the child who struggles day to day
We are the teenage girl who ran away
We are the soldier killed in an unjust war
We are the young man who can dream no more
We are the inmate locked away for life
We are the old man who has lost his wife
We would be better off without our vanity
And have a sense of belonging to humanity.
How do I shed the label
of a white oppressive man
Do I listen to the message
of Obama's "Yes we can!"
Perhaps I'll go out marching
With women take to the streets
Hold placards of "Black Lives Matter"
While trying to feel their pained heart beats
Still I wonder should I feel guilty
for horrible things my race has done
Or would it not be better
If I instead loved everyone
My friends are many religions
Jewish, Muslim, Christian Too
I've conversed with Jehovah witnesses
if you are Sikh I can learn from you
I'm unconcerned with color
or the kind of clothes you wear
I'm more interested in your story
and the heart you're willing to share
Don't see me as an enemy
Just because my skin is white
Understanding will replace our fear
Conversations can make things right
No one wants to be looked at
through the lens of a clouded eye
If you and I are both willing
a different logic will apply
In the end we are brothers and sisters
there is but one human race
Each person wants a sense of belonging
It's up to us to create that space.
Entry for Debbie Guzzi's " What is White?" Contest
If you could see what I am seeing
Mesmerized,speechless,amazes,intrigued
What a man of statue
His words say it all
Royalty in its raw form
A monster in the making
Yet his love is so deep,
Thee,amalgamation of culture
As the spear being raised up high
Honouring those old souls
Embracing who we are as a nation
Our hearts filled with joy
And respect is at the tip of the tongue
Thee, dream is being manifested
As we proceed with,which was written
Honouring our commitments
Your majesty is here to stay,
If you could feel what I am feeling
Sense of belonging,maturity,blessings,anointment
What a diverse man
His Royalty with endless love
Everyone must bow
The monster has arrived
The King! King Shaka!
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I heard today
a corporate goal
"To free the world of cancer."
What I heard, instead,
"To free the Earth of human toxic nature."
Often rooted
in feelings of not belonging,
not being good enough,
not even fitting in sufficiently,
too toxic,
unbenign,
too loudly aggressive
and/or quietly sinister
to be known and appreciated as I am,
as we are
and can deeply learn to love.
Feeling unappreciated
and excluded
can easily confuse discrimination felt effect
with explicit intent to discriminate against
one-self
Can confuse left-hemisphere deductive cultural privilege
with Straight
White
Male
middle-class through filthy rich
Militaristic-Capitalistic-Fundamentalist Supremacy.
I worry
our left-hemispheres invest too much
in from-above theologically-driven
retributive justice for sins of our Fathers
and anthropocentric analysis
Before noticing possibilities
for win/win economic/ecologic prime relationship
co-passionate empowering bilateral feelings
responsible ego/eco wants
ecofeminist needs,
longings to win by others losing their patriarchal sense of belonging,
longings to win with EarthBound Others winning,
longings to not lose too awfully much more
while over-privileged
over-fed
over-watered left hemispheres
And emotively under-educated
right hemispheres continue to lose hope of safety,
to lose faith in economic/ecological co-investment
through resilient/resonant cooperative thoughts
and feelings and actions,
non-violent communications and co-educations
featuring GoldenRule energy democracy
listening before performing,
acting and reflecting,
regenerating positives and degenerating negatives
Which generally involves
a great deal more curiosity-driven listening
for win/win neglect,
And a lot less brazenly proclaimed shaming
and blaming
for past win/lose abuse,
like a cancer
rabid and viral Yang
overpopulating living Earth
while not worshiping Her
Right hemisphere
sacred flow of yin-time
dipolar co-arising
ecologically co-relational
health-resonant
warm-latticed womb
of energy democracy motions
more win/win empowering
benign
organic peace,
ease supplanting disease.