i've regretted not writing ...
hi sorry for the lapse i'm back
see my latest music =======>
and, well, i'm going to try to make a personal lesson universal ...
if all that exists is now, then the only time that you can experience love is now ...
what do i mean when i say: "love is not found in mental attachment to the past or to the future or to any other secondary representation of reality .
attachment is fear"
five years have passed
and what i have learned
is that love is right now
not noisome distant yearn
see my latest music =======>
and, well, i'm going to try to make a personal lesson universal ...
if all that exists is now, then the only time that you can experience love is now ...
what do i mean when i say: "love is not found in mental attachment to the past or to the future or to any other secondary representation of reality .
attachment is fear"
five years have passed
and what i have learned
is that love is right now
not noisome distant yearn
Labels: poetry?
posited by hereis nowhy at 18:21
2 Comments:
this poem references a previous poem ... my first poem, which i wrote about my friend Leah ...
here published for the first time ...
I see the past fly by
and I desperately try
to remember who that boy was
an egg staring out at it's shell
thinking that the shadows cast upon it
were the best the world could dance
uncomfortable in the carton
but fearing the height of the fence
I met her then
she danced with me in her hand
and when she held me close
I whispered all that I knew
of white and of white
she blathered of yellow
and I heard the echo of my heart
but in the end it was only her dancing
and me, half-shattered, laying in her hand
with only a practiced wit and an anecdote or two
and I thought I had felt it all
as if desperation were pain
and obsession was love
only when she died
did I crack
and see the world
one year has passed
and what I have learned
is that I was a fool
love has to be earned
That was beautiful cuz...really and truly beautiful...I really had no idea...oh I don't know what I'm saying...just beautiful.
And I love ya man.
Gimme a call.
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