October 2015

just one night.
i promise i will.
’til this beleaguered
heart leaves me.
just one kiss.
i know i’ll till.
it’s just your face
so close to mine
makes contradiction
easy to convention.
i can’t move.
just one anchor.
so i know i have
shore. a reach
for that sentiment
of yours.
were we predictable?
a clinical dream?
a farce…a meme?
a taste like that mint
of contemporary seeming?
i would rather
one night.
at a time.
a scheduled ritual
rather than timed
schedule. that is me.
i am sorry.
why would you even care?
hazard that hope
and we both die.
seize the fear
and we both lie.
inverted we live.
diverted we strive.
am i too naive
to believe?
have we come to
the bend?
a crux in our
eagerness to spend.
so i see you
and you fault me.
i still love
the day that i
i knew i loved you.
a moment that keeps
me still.

she (random cl post) wrote:

I don’t know why I’m posting this, but here goes.
Life has me jaded, intellects don’t interest me, so what if you read philosophy and know all about the world’s history? It never made me happier knowing these things about war and dead ideologies that are now replaced by materialism and Hollywood like politics. Good looks on a man, they fade, and don’t I know this too as a woman, it only attracted attention and praise of the temporary and phonies. Our souls, well I really don’t believe I have one or ever did, and that maybe is because i haven’t seen fire in anyone else’s including mine in a very long time.
Dating, traveling, relationships, endless office jobs, school, meetings, relapsing, getting back to square one again, circles of friends fading till no one is left, this is life. And it’s a party of one now, no matter what they say, who is there, it’s only me. Does anyone else feel this? Whats left when it seems like we’ve experienced all there is to?
“I’ve seen it all I’ve seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze.. Have you seen China? Have you seen the Great Wall? A ll walls are great if the roof doesn’t fall… And the man you will marry the home you will share, to be honest …” Bjork and Tom York tiny dancer

i wrote:

I don’t know why either. Why I browse Craig’s short list. Why the long sighs exhibited as I try to make sense of why.

Don’t be jaded. Don’t be fooled. You’re only 27 and I’m an old soul. I’ve seen mine and vanity makes me grow cold – preserved like an icy stalagmite in these caves of our times.

Don’t like philosophy? Don’t like history? Not idealistic in today’s designed society? *laugh* is your subtle disdain for these contemporary days as stale as mine?

Looks fade and shallow convictions delay what we should always do: walk the straightest line to our due. That is the crux. When you and I connect as nothing else does.

Yeah, I’ve seen China. Not the great wall. That’s no great wonder to me. It is the feeling that a new place gives to my soul that makes wonderment of it all. And then I know I have yet to see it all. In thrall of this, I look forward to the next day sculpted by my thoughts – shaped by my actions.

Don’t be jaded….. you have much to live for. Amor.