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  • A Recognition of Faith

    He untied the blindfold she wore to block out the daylight to dream
    As it fell to the floor she read his letter
    She folded the paper and smiled 
    She always knew, but appreciated the gesture 

    He had rarely shared anything significant about himself, and yet he became a confidant 
    She has waited a long time for his words to break the silence, but he makes a choice never to speak
    And so, it was always his voice absent from the conversation… he has his reasons, she supposes
    She wanted his sound to animate her, just as his image has… but fantasies don’t need sound 

    What had colored her day in, day out world was just a sweet sin 
    She wondered if the dream would continue, or if truth would wake her and rob her 
    She was surprised by her ambivalence to his honesty, but now wondered, 
    Did her muse want her to acknowledge him as he really is? 

    He was the one that chose to elevate the game 
    He asked her to come to him 
    She delighted in knowing that something impossible appeared suddenly possible 
    He knew she was the one that would give him total freedom, expression… recognition 

    So, why did he choose now to unveil? 
    Did he think she would not come if she knew more of him? 
    Did he want assurance of balance between reality and reverie? 
    The only real question: Is he ready to yield to a chance to feed his own intensity, and hers? 

    To taste something so sweet 
    To experience what it’s like to lose yourself in another 
    To feel no limits, no border, no politics 
    There is only one thing required to truly indulge 

    …Faith



  • Thought for the day…

    solo un sogno, solo un desiderio…

  • Do you ever think about the way the world has shifted since your youth? I think of the things I miss, like the freedom children had because there was safety found in communities… Well, relative safety. I think about the shortage of cowboys, real men, the kind of men that held a door open for a girl. People used to respect elders and use words like “please,” and “thank you,” because that’s how we were raised, and words like that made things… nicer.

    The world has changed. It moves fast. Too fast.

  • Sub Rosa…

    “Come to me,” she said
    In an instant he emerged out of thin air
    He didn’t know today she was broken, he didn’t seem to care
    He came because she asked
    Suddenly she was lost in him

    A woman challenged by fatiguing years
    His steady appearance convinces her that her own youth is yet present
    Selfishly living in the moment again, another addictive experience
    Her palpable imperfections melt away, and self-inflicted torment turns into strength
    He grins, knowing this side of her

    “Hello,” has never been crafted into a conversation of careful significance
    A fact that once bothered her deeply, quickly washed away by truth
    She questioned initial intentions, but realized she was wasting precious energy
    Visits over time stepped her unscathed through fields of affliction

    She settled for the proven comfort of a confidant
    Delicious idleness prevailed, a gift of true meaning

    There is peace in knowing he’s there, quiet in the background
    Predisposed to remain in readiness, awaiting another silent gesture of affection for a friend
    An escape, and an understanding
    She is grand simply knowing that it is his kind eyes that have the power to carry her doubts away

    Un milione di grazie per la tua amicizia…

  • Happy New Year 2012…

  • Lost…

    Knowing I’ve lived a life so full, makes me feel selfish when the blue comes over me. What brought me to this place of doubt?

  • Nobody…

    Helplessness took hold
    There was nothing to do
    Nobody to call to ease her worry
    Her care would go unnoticed

    She stood in the rain
    Just stood there
    Inhaling the damp air
    She accepted the wait as her only option

    But an exercise of patience did not prepare her for the truth
    In an instant, words swallowed her relief whole

    Even with the slowing of his heartbeat
    He reached out to another kind of spirit for comfort
    The gesture of honesty provided clarity
    She was not his true pleasure

    Again on the ledge
    Sacrificing sleep to question worth
    A familiar habit
    Might she never be the temptation that makes him want to be a better man?       

  • Kin

    It has been awhile, but last night I dreamt of you
    I held you in my arms
    I smelled your head, and cried from happiness
    You came back for me to know you, if only in my dream
    And now I know that you really are always with me, and I am always with you

  • And So It Shall Be…

    In my mission to counter any form of hebetude, I am thinking Paris… yes, Paris is always a good idea.

    Planning on dancing under the Eiffel Tower, walking through the gardens of Versailles, and indulging in some of the greatest works of art.

    It is decided. Let the quest for a cheap airline ticket begin!

  • Observations

    Ignoring the woman until it’s right for you, that never worked for her, did it?
    Breaking glass and kicking in doors is not the right way to get her attention
    Assuming you know her is where you started to go wrong
    She wants to take care of you, and it isn’t right if you don’t take care of her

    She’s full of life, and don’t you dare try to drain her of that
    She’s smarter than you, accept it
    She’s doesn’t need anything from you, so think about why she even let you in her life
    Even when she’s bad she’s better than any other woman you ever met – and, deep down you know it

    If you think you’re worth it, try to give her what matters most to her.
    Don’t let yourself regret not appreciating her sooner.