I have just got off of the phone from you
and have decided,so quickly,that this is for you,
that it is for everything you are
and everything you could/can be.
Ive tried with many words and sentences
and even gestures of the gift of space,(that would truly break my heart)
to plaster you up, even with one strip loosely,
to cover the wound and let no air into it,
give the wound no chance to react and become infected.
I have sincerely tried.
and then i realised I am no nurse,
in fact today i indulged in something
which is the opposite of conventional healing,
but it isnt another thing for you to worry about,
it was just a statement,a poisonous one,but a simple and fickle one
none the less.
i hoped and i wished my words would make a difference,
and you heard the disappointment and fret pouring out of me,
then,then you said words of your own
and i thought i could draw your attention to them,
like a strong graphite pencil, a messy grip.
I sincerely tried.
But a new thought came about in my mind,
like a drop of oil,that spreads,to light on fire or to dismiss,
the thoughts of my own choices
and wether I had fell in love with water
and how i would and could handle the water freezing over or
becoming still like rain,like an empty lake,
and i hoped the vision of that lake never being empty
would be enough to cling to,
that my fire would always be there to heat and make movement.
but it wasnt,
I sincerely tried though.
And finally I tired to make sure
your words would not persuade me,
that you could not insert your own doubt of your mind into mine,
that you would not turn my opinions of yourself into yours,
and then things became confusing.
Ive sincerely tried to point out the point i was making as truthful,
that who i love, is what i love, passion.
that passion is not an emotion erased,
that it is clouded - only,
by things that seem just as important,
but ‘seem’ is the appropriate word.
These things that leave us bedless,even in bed,
homeless within our home,
Lonely when just alone,
are nothing compared to a life lived,
of emotions indulged in,
of empathy created and understood,
Of a love actually loved.
Faith is the blood of creativity.
Creativity is the heart of hope.
Mistakes are the bones of experience.
you have the most amazing ability about yourself,
for you are more alive than most when you are dead.
your corpse is -
thrusting a red liquid
around a body of structure
which holds nothing but the truth of life,
that when we breathe
we are making progress,
and you my dear
breathe in scenes of beauty
and beauty breathes you in,
as you in no matter what state,
are the purest example of life,
natural in your changes,
so you must be forceful,
Life will always carry on.
The passion of what I love,
the passion of you,
will clear and carry you forward
into the fight,
the place you need to show off your blood -
on your face,your fist.
throw the first punch.
you are alpha.