LOSS OF INNOCENCE

A story was to be told
a story of a cocooned spirit and a green heart
a story of clean blood and untapped dreams
a story of the wonders of love.

And so a story was told
a story of a broken heart and torn spirit
a story of rushing blood and beautiful nightmares
a story of all kinds of love.

A story is still going to be told
a story of cants and dos
a story of wills and shants
a story of the only thing left, that matters: love.

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DEAR MR. LOVERMAN...

As I see you think
As I let you predict
Yes I do think you’re attractive..
Who wouldn’t? 

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Physically...
Your hair
Your tattoos, the meanings
Your physique
Your walk
Your dress
Your eyes.
Your whole silhouette forms as I day-dream.

 
Spiritually...
I appreciate, admire
Respect that you at the least believe
Adore something like I do
A- many- supreme beings?
Something to give you peace of mind
Something to put you to calm
Something to control your fire as it gets outta hand I guess
But my dear love,
I also find it as a future issue
One way or the other
But we'll cross the bridge-
I dearly hope.

Intellectually...
A stir you've caused
It's great to know-
Awake is my faint-mind
Challenged
In a good way though.
Turns a page,
Flips another,
Listens to the commotion of day
Thinks.
Oh dear Mind- It's bedtime can we rest
Thinks.

Miscellenously...
Well my heart has spoken
I - can’t say ‘m being rebellious
I - don't understand
I - loves obedience...
But you Mr. Loverman,
You have caused a stir
A free spirit I am to become
I saw it as I let you predict...

But bear in mind Mr. Loverman,
There is a lot you'll learn too,
A lot before you strip me bare
A lot you’ll get to know
A lot before you worship me too
A lot to dump
A lot to nurture...

Xoxo,
Yours in Body, Mind and Spirit.

SEWN HEART FELT

I've dug my grave

Got too far deep

Too close to the core of my heart

Too far from the surface of clarity. 

I've dug my grave

Drained all revival springs

I'm almost out of suppl

Too close to heartiness.

Too close to foolishness.

I've dug my grave.

I've fallen again.

Swept away from the existance of one

Now my thoughts are accomodating a second.

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I'm digging my grave. 

Searching for-

beckoning from dear wisdom

It seems mind is asleep

 and heart has thrown itself to the ground to play...

 

Can this be rekindled love...

My sewn heart feeling again...