For the Masses

Writing about love for the masses feels like using the microwave versus an oven.

Can it fulfill the need?  Yes.  Does it still have a good flavor?  Yes.

Is the texture and nuance of meaning translated in a thoughtful way?  Not so much.

But please, have a taste of "mass appeal" and decide for yourself.  Smiles.

For the Masses

Danger

We say we're ready to open ourselves to welcoming new types of people into our circle.  Yet, the same personalities keep presenting themselves.  I'm settling into the fact that I will not be satisfied with hum-drum.  Life as a chase and an adventure is beginning anew for me.  No matter how much my inner "good southern girl" urges me to conform, I accept a different path.  One not scattered with flower petals...one pockmarked with ice and mud, rocks and shards...one with challenges around each curve and excitement on the horizon....



I like the danger of you
And yet I feel safe

I like the bite from you
And the bloody taste

I like my hair pulled
And delicious pain

Turn on the light now
Turn off the same....

A Solid Weight

It's a kind of aching beauty to see
The walking wounded

The weight of another's heart being solid
In one hand

Indomitable spirit holding tight against
Word lashes, ripping souls apart

Fearing what's said, cannot
Be unsaid

One shouldn't guess if the heart
Will win

Who can spare the time to spend
On another wish

Wasted on a dream, a short suffering
In the scheme of things

Like a mirror bent, about to break
Shattering on our souls

A solid weight

Whilk & Misky - Clap Your Hands

My Body is a Vessel

I'm inspired and frustrated with the talent of our minds to see ONLY what we hope to see.  It's a protective measure but with the protection, we are shielded from what we need to see in reality.  The precipice that points the way to a dreamlike state of mind also points the way to our real life destruction.

Somehow, I truly feel that I've been given a protective bubble.  Each time I edge closer to the dangerous line, I rescue myself with barely a scratch to heal.  And each time I learn how important it is to make the best of REAL life.  Dreamlike careers, families, men hold only temporary pleasures...instead, I prefer the tagline to a film the way by Emilio Estevez...

"you don't choose a life, you live one"

Oh what a shame

That you’re not real

Oh what a shame

Our lives can’t be together

One in reality

One in dreams

Cast about in my vessel

Upon the roaring seas of love

The heart of me shakes and shudders

But the strength of me calms the rudder

Oh what a shame

That we’re not together

Oh what a shame

That we can’t exist forever

One in words

One in thoughts

The Wheel

Why reinvent the wheel?  Because we want to make it better.  Why do we want to make it better?  Because humanity's instincts demand it and it is inescapable.  Each life, each progression carries us along this river of evolution and without fail, those of us who try to escape the current are drawn back to continue the journey...at least those of us who are committed to the ideal of expanding one's humanity.

We are compelled to seek a meaningful life as doing otherwise turns us into apathetic survivors who fail those unable to reach life's bountiful river.  For those individuals who did not win the genetic or geographic lottery, it is morally criminal to NOT strive for happiness and fulfillment.

Hopes and dreams for each other depend on someone to reach the peak showing the way.  The definition of happiness or success varies but the pathway up the mountain looks similar for everyone.

I can abide by those who fail trying...I cannot stomach those who fail to try.

A meaning for life is simple for me.  I get up and try to progress each day in honor of every soul who wasn't given a chance to try.

Why reinvent life?  Because I want to make it better.  Why do I want to make it better?  Because I've been fortunate enough to have the chance to do so.

Love. Just.

There is poetry to a simple experience...falling in love with the person you were always meant to love.

Complicated language is unnecessary, artistic creations are superfluous, the act itself makes one "right their ship" in a nano second.

Tonight I enjoy the Florida rain, the floating jazz in my apartment, the wafting smell of a gourmet dinner prepared for one.  The beaujolais chilled, the ambiance exceptional and the company of one who I have always known but never loved is present.

This assault of love on my senses may have come from nowhere but its destination has always been for my mind and heart.

I could lose years of my future trying to understand why it has taken me so long to recognize this being, but I won't waste another second.

Instead, I embrace this love, this adoration, this acceptance of ME...imperfect and improbable me.

Love.  Finally.  Myself.

And now to the next fifty years...no longer alone and now in peace.