Celebration of Love Gained and Love Lost

Survive the Fire of Love

Rise from the flames
A golden chalice
Offer a drink to quench the flames
The thirst of togetherness
Like binary stars
To the one
Dealt you at party poker
Burn the cards
With the failing marks
An F for ego-laundryology
Award with your patience
A fireproof lasso of Wonder Woman
Both of you tie yourselves
And spring forth from your lips Truth
That you need each other
Hugging with the cold thawing of Spring
Against the fire of love.
(Let him or her read this…I just want to help, be your grinning Cupid in tights.)

Survive the Fire of Unrequited Love

Rise, rise from that sea of tears
That dread mountain falling over you
Crushing your sight of Now
Hailstorms freeze your heart
As you dream of what might have been
Use this Winter
To stay the impending tongue of fire
Fire your fireworks
I’m single again! (For all the world to know.)
Let not the flames embitter you
With third degree cynicism
But let the rain warm you to the world around
The world loves you
Just don’t let it hug you
Thousand tons of rock putting its arms around you is no laughing matter
Just fly now
A bee, a hummingbird, a butterfly
With a pail
And splash your friends with nectar
Nectar of your thoughts saying
I am free
I am here
I am loved
I am beautiful (or handsome)
I am enjoying this and that fire
I have the firehose and the fire hydrant
Dancing in the spray and clothes wet in the street, in the city sunshine. Mwah.

Consolation from One Who is Hurt

Hush now
Child of the love seekers
The love was born
It began
So it ends
How many times was I left behind
I cried alone in rooms windows shut
So that my neighbors
Thinking I am Cheery-O
Will not hear my sobs
Or my cries of: I bought her pizza, I waited while she fit them bikinis
Now all is lost
No I don’t want them to hear that
But I hear you
Let me hug you
Let me cry with you
Promise me this
After all this crying over spilled whatever
We’ll shop together like the Fab Five
I watch that too
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.

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Celebration of Life and other Poems

Celebration of Life

I can’t take my eyes off you
Your life is bigger than mine
When my face is riddled with wrinkles
Beckoning the approach of the end
Your starry eyes and piercing supernova cries
Herald the start of a new age.

Dear me I love you
Even if I will leave you
You are from me
And I will come from you
Hush now and I will abide
An immortal of the tribulations
Your blood will be as red as mine
Rising above expectation
Of just resisting to give up
When everyone thought it is the end.

Don’t you forget about me
I’ll be alone
Dancing you know baby
I’ll put us back together at heart!
I celebrate you
The sun rises with you
Your weakness is my strength
I will watch you grow
To be the best life can be!

Found Poetry: Kiss from a Rose (Seal)

Ba da ba da da da ah ya ya…

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that’s the high and not the pill.

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh,
The more I get of you
Ooh

Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
there’s so much inside.

You remain,
you…….

My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny.. yeah.
Won’t you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Been kissed from a rose on the grey.

Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
stranger it feels, yeah.

Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey,

I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey,
I’ve been kissed by a rose
Been kissed by a rose on the grey.

I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey,
And if I should fall, at all

I’ve been kissed by a rose
Been kissed by a rose on the grey.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
there’s so much inside.

You remain
you…….

My power, my pleasure, my pain.

To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny, yeah
Won’t you tell me is that healthy, baby.

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
stranger it feels.

Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you

Stranger it feels, yeah
stranger it feels. yeah.

And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey

Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

Words Eched in Preternatural Stone

I will never leave you
These five words I’ve uttered
Are written in the stars
May they meld our souls
These words I carve in
Metal
Rock
Soul matter
For I am certain of you
This is our certainty
In a universe of flux.

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