she said :
...
"You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving
it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return"
...
and i wished forever
i could love so angelic!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
things that take time to realize
ive tried making cocktail mixes out of my little broad vocabulary
but i do beleive that words however sieze to express at some point, no matter how eloquent you are
its time we stop talking
time we embrace silence in its vast arms of sublimity
there is no need of a poet introducing life to you
learn yourself
learn how to watch and not look
how to feel and not touch
learn how to watch and not look
how to feel and not touch
to breath in every beauty,
save it in memory,
but do not smell.
breath in and do not smell i say
taste without having to eat
life will be the constant tasting of it and never getting full
for you will learn not to eat anymore
listen but not hear
listen...
and you will have the essence of all poetry ever written, within
and there is this other sense theyve been talking about...
let that be unspoken of
for we had decided not to speak.
i will know through the look in your eyes
through the touch of your fingertips
your patient tongue over the back of my body...
through the tears in your eyes when listening to a song in another language you do not understand,
i will know when you fill your lungs in with the air through my hair,
...that you do know of which 6th sense i am talking about.
let us not speak anymore.
but i do beleive that words however sieze to express at some point, no matter how eloquent you are
its time we stop talking
time we embrace silence in its vast arms of sublimity
there is no need of a poet introducing life to you
learn yourself
learn how to watch and not look
how to feel and not touch
learn how to watch and not look
how to feel and not touch
to breath in every beauty,
save it in memory,
but do not smell.
breath in and do not smell i say
taste without having to eat
life will be the constant tasting of it and never getting full
for you will learn not to eat anymore
listen but not hear
listen...
and you will have the essence of all poetry ever written, within
and there is this other sense theyve been talking about...
let that be unspoken of
for we had decided not to speak.
i will know through the look in your eyes
through the touch of your fingertips
your patient tongue over the back of my body...
through the tears in your eyes when listening to a song in another language you do not understand,
i will know when you fill your lungs in with the air through my hair,
...that you do know of which 6th sense i am talking about.
let us not speak anymore.
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