Tag Archives: beauty

Gifts of the Magi

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Gifts of the Magi

Unexpectedly, in my way;

Offering truth and love, for my consideration.

Reciprocating, in my way;

Giving freedom and beauty, for your consideration.

All the things I believed I had brought,

I really came for…

All the things you believed you lacked,

You were really blessed with…

You gave me a lantern.

I gave you the map.

A poem to a ghost 2.0: Post-ghost writing….

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A poem to a ghost 2.0: Post-ghost writing….

In loving you I have loved myself

They are one in the same

tethering myself to you through the years

Love is a strength that grounds us

I needed to see myself as you see me

You are as I see you

I have anchored myself in that which is the you I have created

Through a glass, darkly

but you need to move on

I do, but not from you.  We have always been together.  Always.

I understand that now

into the beautiful ether…

Back from the beautiful, yet terrifying, ether.  This world is my ground.

Into the rest of your own experience

Don’t be silly, things are not so serious as we make them.

Souls united as ours cannot be separated

This is truth.

in truth

but the tie that binds can be undone

Quantum Mechanics, my darling

In loving myself I can love you

You can do both

but letting you go shall be my

True love is free, and unconditional.

most loving action for you.

*Original version published March 14th, 2012

**Bold written by someone besides me.

To be 15 again…

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To be 15 again…

Summer breezes speak of puppy love,

boys on skateboards and innocent kisses.

Well meaning lies that drip from lips

like bodies on docks,

firm breasts and cherry chapstick…

Laying in grass, holding hands

counting clouds and freckles; skin constellations

Lemonheads and hair brushed behind ears by a fingertip

the first indications of ancient secrets to be discovered

pupil dilation and shivers of longing…

Wind ravaged hair from the back of a motorcycle

in the cool crisp musk of late night,

Camel filters and Dr. Pepper

your incoherent sleepy whispers

and promise.

 

A poem to a ghost:

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A poem to a ghost:

In loving you I have loved myself

tethering myself to you through the years

I needed to see myself as you see me

I have anchored myself in that which is the you I have created

but you need to move on

I understand that now

into the beautiful ether…

Into the rest of your own experience

Souls united as ours cannot be separated

in truth

but the tie that binds can be undone

In loving myself I can love you

but letting you go shall be my

most loving action for you.