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to the end of love hey guess what... I am in love again... ah, the wonder of finding another potential muse and falling freely for the fantasy as if it was always part of consciousness... it's the usual never as before always the first time again happening as you read (as I write, as every fantasy should be, in reality)... and it is happening precisely as we share these words let's see what it may inspire...
at once I am jealous and inspired for those who thought I was retired from feeling as impulsive as this I offer up one last passion kiss open as a flower bloomed in Spring late for life as last for everything feeling burns from long ago and now fear rises and falls, I don't know how and I don't want to know why I feel this way I only want it to last one more day as I fall in love with you again I feel your hand touching my pen being muse my motion exorcising demons invigorate reason hope for something more what is the comotion practicing feeling waking up with wonder what am I here for would you love me like love never was before? at once impressed and justified to be undressed and paralized a naked soul lays out before you praying you'll let it adore you asking everything, offering more a love without ceiling walls or floor ancient losses cry for healing tired of all the double dealing hypocrits and superficial passing off as beautiful someone knows more than I am saying someone hears the song my heart is playing someone feels the truth behind the fear someone breathes and I know you are here being muse my motion resurrecting visions pollenating flowers so long fast asleep remembering devotion without fade or falter shaking up the thunder well beyond the deep would you know me where the promises keep? endless dreams of forever falling seem redundant as they repeat themselves but is that not love's truest calling? read the words up on the highest shelves grant the fondest wishes of the most innocent and begin to know what true love is meant to be bless yourself by giving every moment you are living to someone who returns the gift you see the secret of life exposes all the lies the truth of magic is right before your eyes your choice is to play the fool or open and be wise now is all there is for you and me this is the moment of destiny at once possessed... and set free and from the depths of experience beyond the norms where fairness and kindness and common decency are discarded like so many shed skins, a wonder rises to breath and asks when the healing comes, will we recognize it... or will we leave it too, far behind. there may very well be no answers, only thoughts, so this thought comes to haunt or caress or tickle now... it is the fear that makes it more exciting and overcoming the fear that makes it all worthwhile... it is the promise of release that's so inviting and in sharing everything we find our smile... so we begin (and I shall quote the muse through these entries for the connections we dare to understand)...
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |