unrequited love

once i fell in love
with a mirage
a reflection
so beautiful
she held me in awe

you see,
life moves on
and she is not a statue
or a painting
to be admired

she is a woman,
a person.
and her neck is as graceful as an alabaster cliff
and her hair falls in spinning rivulets
and she moves like a mixture of summer and laughter
and i’m sure there are angels that follow her everywhere she goes

so i can’t look at her
she’s too miraculous
too amazing

and i’m not sure it’s really love
but it’s something like it

love is a miracle

like the sun
or a flower
or a rainbow
or the sound of beautiful music

like the magic of life
it exists
and science can “explain” it
yet it’s still beyond true comprehension

a mystery
an enigma

a question that only your soul can answer

forgotten love

do you ever wake up
in the middle of the night
thinking about a long-lost lover
and wondering where they are?

like whispers in the night
our souls were so close
and then so far.

i can’t even remember
the sound of her voice,
just that it was so beautiful,
and so deep in my soul.

i wish i could remember.

love is a word

It can mean a lot of different things. Some people tell you that they love you all the time when they barely know you, while others almost never say anything about love at all even though you’re a big part of their heart. People are strange sometimes.

Love is an emotion

Love can be many different things in your heart, depending on where you are as a spiritual entity.  Love can be a soothing song that inspires you to greatness, or it can be an angry, hurtful demon that steals your peace and leaves you to rot in a box on the side of the road.

Are you in love?

Sometimes you meet a person, and it feels like your heart has been yanked out of your chest.  It’s almost as if your breath was stolen away.  It’s like being on a roller coaster as you go over a big peak and plummet down.  I used to enjoy falling in love, but anymore lately, love is almost a cuss word to me.  Being in love is nice when you’re young, but when you get to be older, love isn’t always a fun thing to enjoy.

Why don’t you love me?

Loving someone means that you care about them, usually, unless it’s some kind of emotional addiction trip.  There are plenty of people who think love is the roller coaster ride, but it’s not.  The roller coaster ride is just some chemicals that your body produces.  Love, in my way of thinking, is something deeper.  True love is stronger then emotions.

Lust and love are different things

Learning to differentiate is called maturity.  As you live and grow as a person, it becomes more and more obvious.  Sometimes you’ll be in a relationship and at first it feels like love, then it starts to feel like an emotional leech has attached itself to your soul and is just draining away that warmth and sense of self that you work so hard to maintain.

Pulling away from that kind of hurtful love can be painful, but it’s like ripping off a band-aid.  If you just yank it off, you’ll be better off in the long-run.  It hurts for a little while.  It really helps if you have friends to hang out with.  Go do something.  Go hang out in public somewhere.  Get a cup of coffee and read a book or something.  Distract yourself and it will go away.

Then when you find another connection, you’ll know better what to watch out for.  You’ll have a better idea of what good love is and what immature love is.  Mature love always gives more then it receives.  When you have good love, things are always getting better.  When your love isn’t meant to be, the universe will show you.  Just relax and keep living your life.

How much love do you need?

That’s kind of a trick question.  Love is something that you can never really get when you really need it.  The more you need it, the more difficult it is to find.  Only when you are able to transcend your need for love will you be able to really get any good love.  You may have just transcended your need for love.  It’s really that crazy sometimes.

It’s kind of like credit.  When you don’t have resources and you really need credit, no one will give you any.  Once you have a good job and you’ve got your finances nailed down, everyone and their brother wants to send you a credit card application or get you to purchase a new car.  Love is the same way.

what is love?

love is love
really
it can be so many different things

love can be
  • work
  • peace
  • anger
  • weakness
  • selfish
  • caring
  • less
  • flight
  • wealth
  • sharing
  • childhood
  • a mystery
  • longing

 
It’s just never the same. it keeps moving and flying and changing like some magical kaleidoscope of insanity, or a mystical calliope of comfort and depression. The tune plays for one and then for another. The magical creatures go round and round, and up and down.

And we all pay our token, or remain content to watch from the sidelines, because we don’t want to be the kid who ate too many deep fried twinkies and blew chunks all over the magical, mystical sidewalk of love.

lost love

i thought you were gone
but you never really left
we just grew distant
and lost track of each other

then one day
when i touched the mirror
you were there
echoing in the rivulets of light

maybe our souls were just too entwined
so that we had to find our own peace
and we let go
as all lovers must

i remember how you used to move through the threads of life
and how it all sparkled in the soul
so magnificent
so easy for you
and so much insanity for me

your ease of life
still comforts me
all these years later

a short love story

We were in love. It was the summer, and life was beautiful. We walked together along quiet country roads, holding hands, or not. Talking about stuff that lovers talk about, or just being silly.

Almost like a game that were winning just by playing it together. Flirting was just how we communicated. There was nothing else, really. We just liked spending time together. We were just having fun.

Maybe it was easier for us because it was a dream world, where lovers could just be in love and forget about what other people thought. Where we could just imagine and play as lovers and while away the warm summer evenings as human beings.

That was when I learned to let go of love and to find it again later. So precious and so easy to release. When love returns it’s always happier to have survived without that tenuous grasp. Like a happy bird that flies away and returns to it’s nest to find it’s own home, safe.

I just remembered that it was like we were in a pool of clear water, splashing and touching and it was just fun and simple. So beautiful. Such an incredible memory of love. I will always cherish it as pure love.

And we never even kissed.

sweet love

remember when
it was so simple
i like you
you like me
we like each other

we had fun
and frolicked
and played
like children

as if we were in love

secrets

what is more exciting?

the possibility of shattering our love,
or the magic of watching it shatter and disappear
only to reform as if by magic
in some new way

leaves on trees

if each leaf
was a moment
and each breeze
was our love

our lives would rattle in the summer
and scatter in the autumn
then finally rest at peace in the icy winter
only to rebloom again when the warmth of spring returns