goodbye

you didn't ask me
to stay
and that's when i knew
it was love.

loveseed

potential all wrapped up in
a kiss
a caress
an honest word
a profound relaxing of the senses that happens
when we meet.

spirit, truth, beauty
all wrapped up
in a revelation.

but no place for it to grow
(for both our hearts are fallow)
and no time

so, in its place, my lover
(my love)
here is a bittersweet, practical
goodbye

For the man that killed poetry.

It doesn't blame you, dear one.
You should know that
my soul is satisfied now.
Awakened and resurrected and made new
by the Spirit of love.

She knows it was her own god that slew her
though you bore the sword.
She doesn't resent you;
It was the emptiness, the open spaces she left
that echoed her torment
and turned it into loathing.
Straining not to collapse upon itself
it was the hollowness
that hated you.

But she is alive now
bringing me back her warmth
and you have no need to repent
any longer.

If there is anyone she shrinks from still
it is I.
I served her up as offering
I watched, and let her die.
It will take
many beginnings and ends
but we too will be reconciled.
We press...

And in the midst of this patching-up of things
this sewing on of my shadow - soul talks,
we realized that
in all our years
we had never written you a poem.
So here you are:

you are
forgiven.
be at peace.

Flipping the Script

Okay.

So have you ever had someone you thought you were close to totally show their tail, and then act like you were the one in the wrong? And did it annoy the snot out of you, but still somehow begin to work, like some crazy Jedi mind trick? And then when you snapped back into reality, did it make you want to drag that bamma out to the curb and go Gary Coleman on 'em?

Because it's happened to me, several times. Am I the only one? Do I attract manipulative people, or is it that the odds are against me, because most people are crazy and manipulative? I'm hoping for the former, because at least I have some control of that one.