Justin Mosteller

Immortal Love

The feelings I have for you, no human words could ever do
The time that I spend in your company, is just a shell of what you are to me.

The space between you and I is too hard to bare, without you, life is a taxi
for which I don't have enough fare.

Lea, you make us immortal with every embrace,
Your beauty shines to me on every young lover's face.

To me this love will have no end, despite death separation,
Pain, suffering, Foe or friend.

I look at you; I stand amazed, just flesh and bone,
Such a beautiful creation you could break a heart of stone,

To hold you protect you is all that I need,
An escape from pain, hurt and greed

You are the shelter that I hide in when I feel all alone,
Your very love cuts depression to the bone

I show you my soul, vulnerable before you now
That is when I know that you love me too somehow

Lea, you are made in the likeness of divinity,
Proof if ever there was of the trinity

I need you more than water food or rest,
Aphrodite herself must admit you best

When you love me, hold me, whisper to me,
We join the ranks of lovers, we gain immortality

The Stronger Man

Fake smiles, fake hugs, fake friends, fake drugs,
How long till you discover something real, How long till life becomes too
surreal, going too deep, not getting enough sleep, nothings left to you, but
to weep. The pain you feel will subside in time, it always will, but do you
want it too, it sets you apart from how others feel, do you want to be
different or do you want to have peace, do you want to be accepted or feel
the release. To you life is just to be survived, your pitiful ambitions too
far gone to be revived. You are different from everyone, yet strangely the
same, everyone hurts despite what you think is your private pain. A step
above the rest, despite failure after failure, still, still, you're the best.
Pain, can be dealt with, fatigue can be put away, tears can be cried, and you
will live through another day, and in the end you will be the stronger man for it.

Sleep Now

Yesternight again I scrutinized,
As into sleep you were baptized,

At first, to consciousness I beseeched you,
It seems however, that my directive never reached you

Your eyes did flutter once, twice, then placidity
To look upon your loveliness bloom, twas sheer divinity

A beat of my heart a blink of your eye,
I saw our future together and that future draws nigh,

I realized as you sang to me there in the dark,
That you need not be awake for my soul to lark,

To your sleeping breath, I wrote a thousand melodies,
To your whispering thoughts I replied with a thousand memories,

We spoke there in the silence without need of tongue,
If love were a latter we'd have climbed every rung,

I know that discord seems to at times plague you and me,
We should trade Aries out for the goddess Aphrodite,

But here in the loudness of your quiet I know,
That over time our fondness will continuously grow,

And now without need of reassurance, I stand assured,
A love that will be within reach of me even if not deserved

So into the stillness I allowed you, my love, to approach,
Your kindness to me invariably remains beyond reproach,

I love you with a love, that is more than a preoccupation,
I love you with a love, which goes beyond mere fixation,

My love for you darling does not have a season,
And I love you at times without any reason.

Something Called Hollowness

I've put up with this for 16 months,
I can't take anymore,
She broke up with me today.

I don't care about her or anybody else,
I've been robbed of my sweet innocence,
It was taken from me and in exchange I received something-called hollowness.

I wish I could take back every kiss I gave you,
Each note I wrote you, because you don't deserve them,
I should have saved them for someone who would've appreciated them and loved me.

I know I am a guy and I am not allowed to show sentiment,
But I loved you like a mighty river that once was powerful enough to push
boulders, but now that river has reached the sea, and is overpowered by the
forces of the ocean, even so did I love you. But I have replaced this love
with something -called hollowness. And that is why I will survive you.

Space and Time

A cloudy night, a windy breeze,
Pain in your eyes, begging to please,

No more frustration, Can I bear,
Gnashing my teeth, pulling my hair,

I can't stand the pain, brought on by family, friends,
I wish they could understand the meaning, and my ends,

I beg compassion by all in my life,
But instead I get affliction, misery, and strife,

Please, leave me be, let me live,
You have so much, but please don't give,

Let me mourn, let me breathe,
Let me go on and seek a reprieve,

But in the end you won't listen, no one will,
And I am left in the dust, feeling ill.

The Talk

The child ran to his mother, the giver of his life, and the holder of unutterable wisdom. With his sad eyes he beheld the cherub, an unconquerable and dazzling beauty beloved by all that she has blessed, and many are they. She is not an abstract beauty like the falling rain, though her stay is just as brief and her spirit just as nourishing. Hers is a beauty more likened to an unstoppable river, with the child's soul the stone being reshaped by the currents. As the wondering offspring climbs into the arms of his admonishing parent he is rained with well meaning and sweetly distributed kisses of blessed assurance. This is the only home he knows. As her heart beats gently, the mother, the very messenger of God, explains his mysteries with the gentle sound. And the Child listens. I dare the poets to praise her enough.

The Rain

The Rain, So sad, like god is shedding tears for man. My breath in the air, the bite of the wind, I am alive. Yet everything around me is dead. I see the Rain falling, drifting aimlessly downward, each and every drop as if they were coming form thousands of tiny holes in the heavens. It is my friend, the Rain; the rain does not judge you, it cares not of who you are, it just simply exists, like me, it exists. But it doesn't interfere. No it let's you be, that is the difference between man and Rain. No, despite all it's negative connotation, I'd rather be a raindrop than a man, for a raindrop knows no pain, it just exists, like me, it exists. Rain feels nothing, rightly so, for it is just rain, but what does man feel? Just a bunch of electrical impulses to our brains, just a lot of synapses firing in an endless progression, an endless progression, just like the rain. Perhaps we as human beings can learn a lot from the Rain, the sad Rain, which spends it's entire short life in a spectacular, downward spiral, from which there can be only one result. But the rain isn't afraid, it doesn't cry out, it just exists, like me it exists. For we are both on a short journey, a spiral, from which there is also but one result, but we can learn from the Rain, the sad, quiet Rain, we can learn… to simply exist.

Copyright Justin Mosteller 2001. All rights reserved.