Poems
Promise Me 01.15.03
The love I feel for you is like no other,
Never before have I felt so wonderful,
You bring light to my life, warmth to my soul,
All of my being is devoted to you,
You've blessed me with your love and beauty,
And in return, you have my heart,
So please promise me one thing,
Promise me that you'll stay,
Promise me you'll never leave my side,
Promise me I'll always have you to turn to,
Promise me you'll always be there,
and I'll do the same for you.
Untitled 12.01.02
Pleasure. Not any kind of pleasure, but pleasure from a truly special moment, or combination of senses. That feeling that eminates from somewhere roughly around your heart and spreads throughout your chest and up into your head and down through your fingers like lightning. Maybe it's partially excitement too. Like when the wind blows and you can just tell, something is changing.
Trying 10.14.02
Why is this so
difficult?
Frustrating, exhausting
Painful
I love you
But why
Why is it so hard?
Nothing works, everything turns
Sour
A labarinth of feelings
Complicated, confusing
Depressing
I need you
Through it all
Know I'm with you
Always
Never leave my side
I need you
I love you
Discotheque 09.23.02
Lights flash, vision blurs, bodies groove,
Everybody moves, incessant thumping dominates,
Control leaves, shivers of excitement prevail,
Energy flows, disorientation pleasures, senses overload,
Heat seeps, sweat smears, sounds deafen,
Attraction rules.
Music pierces, dives deep whithin,
Energizes, sending shivers thoughout,
Leaves the mind speechless,
Forces the body to groove,
Jumping, swinging, flexing, sliding,
Rhythm pervades, synchronizing, coordinating,
Music infuses the soul with life.
Paradise 05.26.01
Seldom yearned despite the call,
Never took enough to fall,
Seeing now the way i'd be,
Grieving on inside of me
Ashamed of what there is tonight,
Lacking thought to make a fight,
Reaching for a piece of you,
Hoping maybe we'll see through
Calling down the heavens free,
Sitting here with you and me,
Wishing for a spark to light,
To burn away the fog of plight
Maybe there's a way to find,
A place to be without the bind,
A paradise where love does grow
If only we could really know.
Shattered 6.01.01
So shattered, like a mirror
Slivers sprayed over the ground
This is me
Pieces of what i was
Pieces of what i thought was there
Love, happiness, and compassion
Splintered
Picking up the pieces, desperate for the past
Frantically searching for what went wrong
Unflinching, unchanged
By stains of red, the world disappears
Replaced by a murky haze
That blots out the pain
Searing down my face and down my fingers
Dripping to the floor
Split by remnants of what once was
Destroying what remains of me
But frustration and confusion overpower
The pain that fills my soul
And soon my body,
Wracked
With guilt, pain, longing and desire
Settles on the cold floor
Splintered into a million pieces
Joseph 6.05.01
Handsome and
Seductively silent
Proud to be, but
Athletically built
Gentle hands
With so much strength
Loving arms to hold me
Tight
Beautiful eyes and
A beautiful mind
Compassionate heart
And unlimited courage
So much more
Than I wished for
Can't You See? 8.18.2001
Aren't you too perfect for me?
You're beautiful, or can't you see?
How could I ever compare?
To those blue eyes and perfect hair?
Shouldn't you keep walking by?
Not even make contact, eye to eye?
How can you be attracted to me?
You're beautiful, or can't you see?
Into Your Love 8.18.2001
You're always with me, always inside,
Deep within my heart you hide,
Shaping every action, every thought,
Feelings that cannot be taught,
An invisibile force, guiding from above,
Bringing me here, into your love.
The Shopkeeper and the Vase 8.20.2001 Thanks to Mike for the idea :)
There once was a shopkeeper in Venice who had in his shop the most beautiful vase anyone had ever seen. Everyone wanted to buy it, for it was truly a sight to behold. He proudly displayed it in the shop window until one day a very wealthy and sinister man saw it and immediately paid the high price. The shopkeeper was overjoyed at the large amount of money the vase had earned him and went home to celebrate. The next morning he arrived at his shop and was surprised to find a crowd waiting outside. He pushed his way through and finally came face to face with the man who had bought the vase the night before. He was furious, for the vase that the shopkeeper had sold him had mysteriously broken and all that was left was hundreds of tiny pieces in a box. The shopkeeper tried to explain that he could not take the vase back, for it was worth almost nothing now. But the rich man persisted and threatened the shopkeeper with boycotts and financial disaster. At last, the shopkeeper agreed to take back the vase and refund the rich man for his purchase. The shopkeeper was devastated and as hard as he tried, he could not put the vase completely back together. A few weeks passed and he had almost forgotten about the vase when a traveler entered the store. The traveler explained to the shopkeeper that he was looking for a vase, but not just any vase, one that radiated with beauty and craftsmanship. Immediately the shopkeeper remembered the half-shattered vase and knew that it was exactly the type of vase the traveler was looking for. He told the traveler that he had such a vase, but that it was very expensive and was packed away in a box. The traveler was weary of the shopkeeper's terms, so he asked if he could examine the vase himself. The shopkeeper refused and insisted that the vase must remain in the box but that he could describe its every detail. The description was perfect and the vase came alive through his words. But still suspicious, the traveler picked up the box and was surprised to hear hundreds of little pieces sliding around inside. He was now determined that the shopkeeper was trying to sell him a broken vase and asked the shopkeeper if in fact the vase was broken. The shopkeeper was furious and exploded at the traveler, exclaiming that he would never dream of selling a broken vase to anyone. He forced the traveler out of the store and closed down his shop. The traveler was heartbroken because he knew the description of the vase had been exactly what he was looking for, but could not decide whether or not to trust the shopkeeper. He could either wait for the shopkeeper to open up his shop again, or he could look elsewhere for a vase. But the shopkeeper's description of the vase still mystified him and he had to have it. So he sat outside the shop and waited for the shopkeeper to reopen the shop. Meanwhile, the shopkeeper was trying desperately to put the vase back together, but after hours of work it still lay in hundreds of pieces. Exhausted and disappointed, he decided to head home and as he stepped out of the door he was surprised to see the traveler still sitting on the front step. He asked the traveler why he had not left and the traveler explained that he had thought long and hard about the vase and if it was as magnificent as the shopkeeper described it he would buy it no matter the condition. The shopkeeper was speechless but finally managed to ask the traveler why he had changed his mind. The traveler replied that the vase would be beautiful, despite its past treatment and present condition and that he could possibly restore the vase to its former beauty. Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper realized that the traveler was right, apologized for his previous behavior, and agreed to try to help the traveler restore the vase. They worked for weeks straight, meticulously piecing the vase back together. Finally, with the help of the traveler, the shopkeeper was able to restore the vase to its former beauty and happily gave the vase to the traveler, refusing payment. The traveler thanked the shopkeeper generously and went home.
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