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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.

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