Purpose..

This is where my darkest/sensual/deathly/hopeless writing will grow.
I wanted to create a space where I don't feel obligated to be positive or be 100% honest with my feelings.
I needed a place where sporatic, unrationalized emotions can die.
I hope my thoughts will be a theatrical gift to you.


Let the Light live on in the midst of the Dark.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

In between a blueblack love poem

If you love someone let them go, if they come back let them go again. Only when you are no longer in the place they left you will things change...

I won't be in the place you left me. Because I have left that place. I have dropped our baggage and chaotic patterns and have stripped myself naked
Because I am no longer ashamed 
I am in the garden of our love and yes,
I am the snake, the woman and the man
And I am god.
And I have no need to judge, or hurt or suffer because I am standing in my own creation and am in peace.

To say I don't think of you, miss you, feel you... Would be an absolute lie.
But those feelings no longer tie me to your idols of love. Or enchant me with your ethereal music.
The position I assume is my own. I love you. And I am no longer in fear but in present.

I walk with myself and you walk with me... Yes, I love you. But I have learned that love doesn't mean sacrifice of self.
I don't have to sacrifice my self for you like I thought.
I can't solve your problems, and I don't want to.
I want you to use your own power to strengthen your heart and love me for me.
As I love you for you.
But only love of self could get us to a heaven like that...

Maybe we will come together again. Having left that place and meeting again...
Maybe..............


To be contd. maybe.

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