Words We Never Said

You never spoke a word,

But I heard words nonetheless.

Worthless

Unwanted

Useless

No Good

Unloved

Go Away

Go Away

GO AWAY!

And so I left.

And I never said a word.

But words you heard nonetheless.

Worthless

Unwanted

Useless

No Good

Unloved

Go Away

Go Away

GO AWAY!

Until, one day, you left.

If only we had said the words. . .

The real words left unsaid.

Precious

Wanted

Needed

Perfect

Loved

Stay

Stay

STAY

A Selfish Love

“Love is Kind”

“Love is Joy”

Love is Selfless.

With love, though comes its mate. Its match. Its darling. 

And To be loved. That is ‘I.’

To be loved is greedy.

To be loved is lonely.

To be loved is desperate. 

To be loved.

To be the center of someone’s universe.

To be the one they call first.  And last.

To be thought of.

To be treasured.

To be missed.

To be remembered

To be kissed. Not just as a kiss, but as the kiss.

To be the final lover.  The final date. The final crush.

To be their ‘one and only.’ 

To be the one they can’t get over.

To be the one they gaze at and can’t look away from.

To be the one that makes them stumble over words.

To be the muse behind the painting. The memory before the poem. The spark within the book. The note that caused the song.

To be the one they lie beside when life has come and gone.

To be the one they’ll never leave. 

To be the one who gets their love.  To be loved.

Each of us desperate.

Lonely.

Greedy.

Each wanting to be loved with the love of legends. 

After all. . . . . 

Love is loyal.

Love is faithful.

Love is gentle.

Love is precious.

Love sees no flaws. Love finds no faults.

Love is kind.

Love is joy.

Love is selfless.

To be loved . . . . oh . . . . to be loved. 

 

 

 

 

Mixed Signals

Highs and the lows
Ups and the downs.
Feels like fate’s spinning us round and around.

Back and then forth
Good mixed with bad.
Nothings the same, till it feels like we’re mad.

Kissing and fightin’
Kissing and fightin’
Hoping and Dying and Loving’ and Cryin’.

Forcing each win.
Demanding our share.
World dragging us down, we get up on a dare.

Not Looking Back
Not Giving Ground
Living the dream, eking every last pound.

Kissing and fightin’
Kissing and fightin’
Hoping and Dying and Lovin’ and Cryin’.

What a Pretty Sentiment :)

“Indians are the Italians of Asia and vice versa. Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner. For them, food is the music inside the body and music is the food inside the heart. Amore or Pyar makes every man a poet, a princess of peasant girl if only for second eyes of man and woman meets.”

**Gregory David Roberts

Forger v. Inventor

“You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.”

**Keats

Remembering Our Roots

“Thanksgiving is the holiday of peace, the celebration of work and the simple life… a true folk-festival that speaks the poetry of the turn of the seasons, the beauty of seedtime and harvest, the ripe product of the year – and the deep, deep connection of all these things with God.”

**David Grayson

Naturally

“Everyone should be able to do one card trick, tell two jokes, and recite three poems, in case they are ever trapped in an elevator.” 

**Lemony Snicket

Beauty of Words

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.
**Edgar Allan Poe