8.28.2009
I Want You by Arthur L Gillom
and purpling shadows drift across the land;
When sleepy birds to loving mates are calling-
I want the soothing softness of your hand.
I want you when the stars shine up above me,
And Heaven's flooded with the bright moonlight;
I want you with your arms and lips to love me
Throughout the wonder watches of the night.
I want you when in dreams I still remember
The ling'ring of your kiss-for old times' sake-
With all your gentle ways, so sweetly tender,
I want you in the morning when I wake.
I want you when the day is at its noontime,
Sun-steeped and quiet, or drenched with sheets of rain;
I want you when the roses bloom in June-time;
I want you when the violets come again.
I want you when my soul is thrilled with passion;
I want you when I'm weary and depressed;
I want you when in lazy, slumberous fashion
My senses need the haven of your breast.
I want you when through field and wood I'm roaming;
I want you when I'm standing on the shore;
I want you when the summer birds are homing-
And when they've flown-I want you more and more.
I want you, dear, through every changing season;
I want you with a tear or with a smile;
I want you more than any rhyme or reason-
I want you, want you, want you-all the while.
8.19.2009
no siphoning required
my well runs so deep for you,
for the valves have been stuck,
in the 'on' position,
for a long week.
i am no teacher,
but if you learn,
from my learning,
then class was a success.
your envy is not that at all,
it is the female call from your soul,
mimicking the male call,
that has been keeping me awake at night.
silly...no
the rack...not even close
what you are...
is the song i sing,
body made from earth,
in its most perfect form,
a gift to us all from this energy that cares.
my vision is strengthening,
my body trembles with thoughts of tomorrow,
and my soul is growing so strong...
so strong...
with you,
for you,
and forever beside you.
for the valves have been stuck,
in the 'on' position,
for a long week.
i am no teacher,
but if you learn,
from my learning,
then class was a success.
your envy is not that at all,
it is the female call from your soul,
mimicking the male call,
that has been keeping me awake at night.
silly...no
the rack...not even close
what you are...
is the song i sing,
body made from earth,
in its most perfect form,
a gift to us all from this energy that cares.
my vision is strengthening,
my body trembles with thoughts of tomorrow,
and my soul is growing so strong...
so strong...
with you,
for you,
and forever beside you.
8.16.2009
the miles i have traveled
when i couldn't retrieve my tryke,
from the middle of the road,
i was not allowed to go there and,
it was a million miles away.
when i walked to school,
that first day of many,
i was so very scared because,
it was a million miles away.
when i found my first,
love of my life i thought,
the drive to bedsheet love,
it was a million miles away.
when i was alone,
at my first college,
i was independently happy that,
it was a million miles away.
when later love,
begged for my soul,
i gave it and it was lost,
it was a million miles away.
and now i am older,
my mind sleeps and my soul,
dreams of tomorrow and,
it is a million miles away.
and then i wake to find,
those millions of miles walked,
dreamed,
loved,
caressed,
freed and found,
are right in front of my feet,
once again....
from the middle of the road,
i was not allowed to go there and,
it was a million miles away.
when i walked to school,
that first day of many,
i was so very scared because,
it was a million miles away.
when i found my first,
love of my life i thought,
the drive to bedsheet love,
it was a million miles away.
when i was alone,
at my first college,
i was independently happy that,
it was a million miles away.
when later love,
begged for my soul,
i gave it and it was lost,
it was a million miles away.
and now i am older,
my mind sleeps and my soul,
dreams of tomorrow and,
it is a million miles away.
and then i wake to find,
those millions of miles walked,
dreamed,
loved,
caressed,
freed and found,
are right in front of my feet,
once again....
8.13.2009
a short for jenny
And as he walked the jagged gravel path through the trees, a soft fog surrounded, hugged, and caressed him. He wandered for what seemed a thousand lifetimes, always hungry, but maneuvering the fates, just enough in his favor, to allow for a morsel of sweet to sustain him for one more life. His journey had been long, and he paused for one brief moment to rest his weary body. While evaluating the path he had traveled, he drifted into a deep sleep that allowed for a dream......
His dream was blindingly vivid and full of loving wonderment, but it seemed that it was the same road that had only, moments before, broken his stride. In the distance he saw only shadows lurking in and out of the fabric-like sheets of fog. Unimaginably calm, as if being led hand-in-hand by a mother, he approached the figures. He had already traveled what seemed to be a million miles, but his exhausted body started to feel fresh and alive. As he approached, he began to decipher the once ominous shadows, and out of the layered fog glided three sirens...all clad in silken flowing robes made of eternal swatches. No hem. No stitching. Complete and flowing grace in human form.
And he peacefully asked them, "Why are you in my dream?", to which they replied in beautifully symphonic form, "We are not in your dream. It is our dream for you, and we have brought you here to tell you the truth."
"If this is your dream for me", he said, "Why have I not been born with the truth?" The sirens seemed amused with his naked humanity. And they said.....
"We bore you with the truth inside, but you have chosen to ignore it. We taught you how to love lifetimes ago, but you chose bitterness over sweet. We have brought you to this dream, and disguised it to mimic your old reality, so that you may live in the life of love we have planned for you...but this time you must hear us clearly."
Shaken by their power, he spoke humbly and softly...almost silent, "I want for the truth and grace......forever", and he closed his eyes for fear of showing his embarassment from ignorance and tears.The sirens lovingly dried his tears with one united gentle breath, placed their hands romantically on his chest, and in unison spoke three small words...it was the truth he had longed for, "Open your eyes."
And he did.
His dream was blindingly vivid and full of loving wonderment, but it seemed that it was the same road that had only, moments before, broken his stride. In the distance he saw only shadows lurking in and out of the fabric-like sheets of fog. Unimaginably calm, as if being led hand-in-hand by a mother, he approached the figures. He had already traveled what seemed to be a million miles, but his exhausted body started to feel fresh and alive. As he approached, he began to decipher the once ominous shadows, and out of the layered fog glided three sirens...all clad in silken flowing robes made of eternal swatches. No hem. No stitching. Complete and flowing grace in human form.
And he peacefully asked them, "Why are you in my dream?", to which they replied in beautifully symphonic form, "We are not in your dream. It is our dream for you, and we have brought you here to tell you the truth."
"If this is your dream for me", he said, "Why have I not been born with the truth?" The sirens seemed amused with his naked humanity. And they said.....
"We bore you with the truth inside, but you have chosen to ignore it. We taught you how to love lifetimes ago, but you chose bitterness over sweet. We have brought you to this dream, and disguised it to mimic your old reality, so that you may live in the life of love we have planned for you...but this time you must hear us clearly."
Shaken by their power, he spoke humbly and softly...almost silent, "I want for the truth and grace......forever", and he closed his eyes for fear of showing his embarassment from ignorance and tears.The sirens lovingly dried his tears with one united gentle breath, placed their hands romantically on his chest, and in unison spoke three small words...it was the truth he had longed for, "Open your eyes."
And he did.
8.07.2009
why did i listen?
if you were locked in a room where everyday someone comes in to tell you that you are stupid, eventually you would believe it. the mind is only so strong.
if you gave and never received, you could tell yourself that eventually it would turn around, but it rarely does. people are people.
if you trusted with every fiber of your being, and suddenly that trust was broken, you are expected to do it again someday. regardless of whether you can.
if it was never good enough, but you tried anyway...your soul would slowly become exhausted, and may not return the same. damaged goods.
if old hates come to your door and start knocking loudly, ignoring them will not make them go away. they just knock louder.
if you find love again after giving, trusting, loving, and hating, things will still prove difficult. more trials. more tests.
if you listened when you were being abused, it is hard to recognize that others are not like that. or maybe they are.
if you ask too many questions, you get too many answers. some of which you really did not want the answers to. some you do.
if you stay inside too long, you may forget what it is like on the outside. internal vs external. good vs evil. love vs hate.
if you listened to her then your life will never be the same. good or bad. deal with it. harsh but true.
if you gave and never received, you could tell yourself that eventually it would turn around, but it rarely does. people are people.
if you trusted with every fiber of your being, and suddenly that trust was broken, you are expected to do it again someday. regardless of whether you can.
if it was never good enough, but you tried anyway...your soul would slowly become exhausted, and may not return the same. damaged goods.
if old hates come to your door and start knocking loudly, ignoring them will not make them go away. they just knock louder.
if you find love again after giving, trusting, loving, and hating, things will still prove difficult. more trials. more tests.
if you listened when you were being abused, it is hard to recognize that others are not like that. or maybe they are.
if you ask too many questions, you get too many answers. some of which you really did not want the answers to. some you do.
if you stay inside too long, you may forget what it is like on the outside. internal vs external. good vs evil. love vs hate.
if you listened to her then your life will never be the same. good or bad. deal with it. harsh but true.
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