...don't you want to go down?
In the moon's glare the panting footsteps
repeat themselves,
repeat themselves...
Can one outrun the wind, the acid brush of sunlight?
The frenzied crash of skin
does not dissolve the panic of the night,
does not dilute the ragged twists of thunderclouds.
I am falling, free and unfettered,
laughing in the blur
of heady life.
I do not know if You will catch me.
I do not know if You can.
Author notes
love is the dullest knife, the most dangerous concealed weapon....love is both destruction and salvation.
'The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of'
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Comments
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Excellent - love the repetition and approach taken. The imagery is wonderful, takes the reader afront.
I wish you all the best and thanks for sharing. Keep writing.
HENSLEY
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I cant help but smile at this...though im not sure its intent was to bring a smirk of sarcasm to the table...love what you did here...and we all know...love either makes your feel good lifting you up...or drags you down and makes you fall apart
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We are always measuring ourselves. It is part of the mind's circular negatives. The ego mistakes love for desire, passion and want and other imbalances of hormonal activity. It rates us on how quickly we can create them in others and how well we can control our own. This is not love. When we have a moment, the one that occurs now. This one. It opens us to wonder and we are amazed at the vibrance of life and our sense of being. When we start to thing, analyse we collapse into the past and our mind starts to tell us that we are not good enough, sinner, and so cannot return. The mind is a great librarian. The mind is a wonderful resource for data, but it is not who we are and cannot be in the now. Our spirit can and is.
Catch you? When you spread your wings you fly before you hit ground zero. You can you know. Those that fly with you only share the Light for it is part of us all. We cannot fly for you but we will always hold you in our hearts. The River of Love flows through every soul but only the tender are healed by it waters and rich for its blessings.
Either I talk nonsense. Many feel I do. They are wedded to their agony as a badge of idenity. Or I don't.
Love, Tom B.
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