To Bleed

To bleed.

To love, to feel, to touch, to heal, to love, to love, to love

To bleed.

To explore, to laugh, to kiss, to hold, to love, to love, to love

To bleed

To build, to grow, to gather, to deepen, to love, to love, to love

To bleed

To grind, to grind, to grind, to grind, to grind, to love, to love

To bleed

To grind, to grind, to grind, to grind, to grind, to grind, to love

To bleed

To grind, to grind, to grind, to grind, to grind, to grind, to grind, to grind

To bleed

To bleed

To ble.

 

Lightnings

She asked me into the moonlight

To show me far off lightnings

As storms danced on the horizon

 

She took me into the moonlight

To stand beside me demanding nothing

Silence worth a thousand words

 

Transcending voice, touch, or all conventions

We shared the time upon the night

Meaningless… yet meaning everything

 

She invited, so nicely

Into the twilight of the three-quarter moon

And I could not say no

 

Be she a wraith

or figment of my imagination

I shall not say no

 

 

Skeleton Man

Three times before I have stood on this brink

Three times before I have stepped through the fire

The burning, hot, purifying fire

To step out the other side a black boned skeleton man

With arms akimbo

Burned clean of all, fleshy accoutrements

Even memories purged, purged to a fine filtered distance

Whether by necessity, defeat, or desire

I will yet again approach this fire

To be burned, burned to a crisp of memory wisps

Weighed down, pressed down, by our earthly accumulations

The man begins to rot, to groan, to sag to earth

burned free, burned light

there can be anything.

Shit

Shit.

Water.

Sunlight.

Time.

Warmth…

 

Roses.

Life

Merde. La vie est chiée.

The Real Measure

The real measure of a man or woman is not how they act when things are good.  When things are good, it’s easy to be happy.  It’s easy to be friendly, supportive, and generous.

But when the chips are down, when life is stressful… when money is short, when time is short, when colliding worlds collide with a bang.

This is when each man or woman shows their deepest self.  Exhibits the soul.  And has a chance to rise above.  Remain calm in the face of a hurrican.  Take actions requiring beyond normal human strength.  Touch on wisdoms they did not know that they had.

Love, most times

I have come to believe that love, most of the time… is simplying hanging in.  Being there.  I mean the deeper love.  I mean the love that transcends flesh, builds families.  The love that lasts… to the 80-year-olds, holding hands, gazing into each others eyes.

Pat downs and body scans

Full body scans. Full body scans and pat downs…

Well, I admit that I have mixed feelings about these things. On the one hand, the TSA has become a bit ridiculous. Instead of focusing on real-world external threats, they want to keep US citizens from accidentally coming on board with nail clippers. And they will peer into your underwear, and stick their fingers into your butt in order to enforce that. Sure, I understand why they want to do this: it keeps many people employed, and gives them a front-and-center position in our mythical “War On Terrorism”. Anyone in charge of Law Enforcement wants to feel more important.

On the other hand, well, it’s kinda fun! I have recently taken various flights overseas… at one airline, they have assigned sexy women to “pat you down”… a process that I kinda enjoy.

Ok, yeah, I’m a bit of a dirty old man. But the truth is: why? WHY! The cockpit door is sealed now, with many pilots armed. It is nearly impossible to take over a flight. Sure, some idiot might try to blow himself up, however, wouldn’t simple bomb sniffing dogs or machines used to “sniff” for certain bomb-making chemicals make more sense?

No matter how much poking and prodding, the terrorists are going to come up with another way of making bombs that will avoid the well documented procedures of the TSA.

So I say this, despite my enjoyment of the process: STOP THE SILLY PATDOWNS! The TSA should heavily weigh the real-world threats, which are primarily from overseas Middle Eastern nations, and stop wasting billions on a potential threat from… business travelers from Chattanooga. As well, the TSA needs to wake up to the current reality in airlines where nail clippers are really no threat!

 

Love, Feh

 

I’ve hear it time and time again.  That nasty, misunderstood, and often painful word: “Love”.  “Love” used as a generic term for everything good.  “Love” used to describe delusion, enablers, sex, lust, teenage angst, midlife angst, general angst, momentary passion,… used to describe all kinds of things… from puppies, to silly images, to certain food groups.

 

Love!

 

I think that it is the most misused word in the English language.  And the single word that leads to more personal strife than any other.  I think that you have to make clear what you mean by love!  More importantly, you need to make clear what you are thinking about when you say love!

 

Most people say it.  Most people, as far as I can discern, don’t really know what it means.

 

What does love mean to you?

 

For me, love can mean so many things as to make the word almost useless… and yet I use it.  I say “I love you”… and “my love”.  I know what it means, and yet I don’t know if my listener knows what it means.  Perhaps I should change tactics, in the name of honesty?

 

Saying Love In A Better Way

 

When you or I are with a life-mate and departing for a day or longer, one with whom we have poured out a good portion of our life’s energies, perhaps we should say “I love you. I love you deeply, as friend, as passionate goddess, as protector and committed mother to my family, and I reaffirm that commitment with these simple words.  I love you.”

 

When you are with a lover, or girlfriend, perhaps a potential life-mate: “I love you. I love you deeply, as a growing friend, as sexy hot partner in the bed, with growing respect tempered by growing understanding, and I reaffirm that intention with these simple words.  I love you.

 

When you are on the phone, or otherwise communicating with a partner who is in your life, you could say “I love you. I miss you every second that we are apart, my life seems somehow less without you, I think about you, and yet I feel good that we are both doing things that we have need to do.  I love you.”

 

When, after a long difficult time, say a fight, a hard job, or a major life change, you should say “I love you. I still love you deeply, as a supportive friend, and a protective companion willing to fight for you,  yes, still as a passionate sex-goddess, and I would do it all again because you mean the world to me. I Love you.”

 

Finally, when  I hear “Luv You” quickly blurted at the point of departing or arriving… That “Luv You” wrecks all other senses of love.  It really sounds like an automatic punctuation to end the need for any real departing sentiment.  The person can  leave, feeling as if he or she has fulfilled their social obligation to the person who lives with them, or just dates them.  In fact, I’ve heard this phrase uttered with anything but love (of any sort).  Give it up!

Survival

Sometimes the key to survival is to simply know when to not do anything.