A muse and a servant
Passion's handyman
My black eyed angel
Feeling love's vibrations
Love Fortress
I want to blush in your spotlight
Be held tight in your arms
Polish your weaponry
For slaying the dragons
I’ll serve you soup from my gardens
And warm your body at night
Our love is a fortress
That protects the whole town
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“To him that hath, more will be given
To him that hath not, even that will be taken away”
~Paraphrased from the Bible
“Having” is a state of mind. Feeling shorted by the universe seems to result in being shorted (or possibly it leads to feeling as if you have been shorted more often).
Creed
"What consumes your thoughts controls your life"
Types
Of course this type of people always finds each other
They spin together, a few falling off
Like stars on the edge of a galaxy
Of course this type puts on a suit
And marches dutifully into a building
Day after day
Along with the rest of the colony
As if they communicate with each other
That they should all show up together
And work toward a somehow understood goal
As if they were always meant to do this
How is it that even with these complex minds
We can still be swirling whirlpools
Comprised of pixelated ghosts
Acting in unison, balancing the charges
Quote
What I've withheld I've lost
What I've given I've gained forever
Roadtrip
The policeman shines a light in my window
I retrieve my glasses to gaze
The sleepy full moon yawns at me
I instinctively yawn back
The sun set orange and blue
Against the hills of red and green
It was a colorbath so soothing
For this weary traveler's eyes
The horizons stretching wider
Than I ever thought they could
My heart grows to fill the spaces
What can I dream tonight?
The End and the Beginning (365/365)
It's the end and the beginning
Loss and thrill rolled into one
Cycles weaving through each other
The time has finally come
No more looking back, just forward
To the blisses, come what may
Feast on the universe
Dance through darkness
Stride with pride through each new day
On Top (364/365)
So happy
So peaceful
So full of love
So brimming with potential
Powerful, hopeful, creative
On top of the world
Bleeding Heart (363/365)
The truth of it is you loved me
But not enough to give an inch
The truth of it is, that hurts
That you could love me less than completely, short of forever, with half of your heart, and say that you care
It makes me sick
And I feel sorry
You'll never know
Just what you lost
Negotiating love
It's a tough business
But your heart's gotta be on the table