The Art of Loving

I am but a seed

Freshly planted in the soil

Give me what I need

And never will I spoil

I'll be devoted, I'll be loyal

I am but a seed

I've been planted in your heart

Hoping this shall lead

To the learning of our part

As lovers and as art

I am but a seed

Take my hand and I'll grow

Bud, blossom, and bead

My vibrance will I show

And the world will finally know

Driftin'

I dreamt that I was free from judgments

Free from time, and free from me

Free to make all of my adjustments

Free to linger, free to see

I dreamt that I was off from danger

Closed my eyes and leapt to shelter

I am my own, I am a stranger

Freed from all my helter- skelter

I dreamt that I now lay awake

Filled with hurt and rolling tears

No medicines that I can take

Lay in wait, with all my fears

Releasing it.

I hate it when I remember

That feeling that's so familiar

I hate it when I see your face

And think of all of my disgrace

I hate it when I see your car

And feel the pain that is my scar

I hate it that you went away

And that I couldn't ever make you stay

I hate it that I gave my heart

Why'd I ever let it start

I hate it when I hate what's me

I hate it worse when you can see

I am my decision.

A sweet, intense longing spouts out from within me.

Pushing towards a purpose, and pouring to my validation.

It trickles down, hitting the ground, and I crumble to it.

Falling in the out pouring of mine own self. I am consumed. I am submerged in my own sense of destitution.

Drowning in a sense of emptiness, I am wet with broken promise and soaked in unfulfilled dreams.

I am my own hatred and my own discontent.

I lay immersed in myself, and I am longing.

I am wishing.

I am my memories.

I am mine own deprecation.

Validation Through Representation

Let your heart sing

Let the expression of your soul ring out

Let it resound into the spaces of reality

Let it be heard

Let it travel to deaf ears

Let it be understood and realized

Let your heart sing out

Let it be valuable

Bury Basket

I wish I had a basket

For my troubles, that I'd carry

I'd relieve them from my mind

So happy wouldn't tarry

And if troubles are all gone

Then you know I wouldn't worry

I'd have clarity of life

And my eye's would never blurry

But what if it get's full

And really rather heavy

Because I worry quite a lot

And my troubles, there are many

Well I'd drop it in the river

Have my troubles scat and scurry

I'd never ever trouble

And I'd never ever worry

Full Moon Song

Our love is like that of a moon

Filled to brim, and shining soon

I burst at the seams, and glow with light

Could exuding love not be right?

I the beacon, I your sight

I know you'll find me, through the night

I'll wait for you into day

I pray that you will find the way

I know for certain you'll hear my tune

For it's the cry of the full moon