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Missing you is the heartache

Posted: 2011/07/05 in Poetry
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Thinking of you is easy – I do it every day
Missing you is the heartache, that never goes away
You are the sun in my day,
the wind in my sky,
the waves in my ocean
and the beat in my heart

All I want is to wrap my arms around you tight,
and to cuddle with you, all through the night
To gaze into your eye’s and see the stars above,
to tell you what you mean to me,
and say I love you for all that you are

My heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness
Missing you hurts so much because our souls are connected
To not have you near is my torment
Nights are more immense without you

I love you without complexities or pride;
I love you in this way, and no other way of loving
I want to love you over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
Just you, my Beautiful Moon.

Stranger

Posted: 2008/04/15 in Life, Poetry, Relationships
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Doing my best to quest my Destiny
Without asking too many questions of
A force which I could never understand
I am willing to bear the loneliness
Of being the way I am since I see
That the consequence of my onlyness
As a Stranger lost in a Strange land

As one unable to assimilate
As such an unwitting Contrarian
Such that I stick out like a sore thumb here
As a quite-possibly-dangerous-person
Is that while I flounder with the hand Fate
Has dealt me here where the jokers run wild
I run across other strangers to love
Who found me because I was a lost Child

I will always be lost and always found
Know who my friends are and where they are too
Know strangers who like to see me around
No strangers to each other (me and you)

How ironic becoming iconic

Especially as an iconoclast
Wearing a tall pointed hat on my head
In perfectly balanced absurdity
Acceptance seems a general tonic
And icons (as we know) are made to last
These portals of improbability
Where opposites can be reconciled once
They are given the opportunity
Where one can be a Wizard and a Dunce
Who knows to know nothing is everything
That winter releases the death of fall
Wiping the slate for a new question in
The time when planted questions sprout in spring
I never get any answers at all
But I enjoy it when questions begin

If anyone asks I was just asking

Unanswered questions being ironic
Of something I could never understand
A once-a-dunce becoming iconic
As a Stranger lost in a Strange land