Love

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To my darling . . .

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To my darling . . .

It has been moments since we said ‘until next time’, as ‘goodbye’ is not a word we share. I already feel infinitely smaller with your absence. A many layered ghost of ice surrounds me and my universe as I think of you as you are so far away even after only short seconds of time have passed. I feel as though I am floating in a nothingness  I cannot touch or feel but cannot escape.

My thoughts are already swirling in confusion of images and feelings and wishes. One on top of the other on top of the other and repeating until there is no semblance of one cohesive thought. I must breathe. I close my eyes and squeeze them with all my strength to grab hold of just one wish, one feeling, one image to settle this loss inside.

I know there is no reason for this feeling of dread. I know that you love me. I know that we are one. But I know you are not here. I know you are moving further and further away. I know things can happen. I know I might never know. I know.

“Have a good night’s sleep and dream of me,” you say. I dare not for fear of what those dreams bring. Joy? Passion? A world of love not realized in a life ever existing? Yes, but also the disasters await. As my mind turns faces into images of heartbreak. Sleep is not of my world.

I am restlessly content in this world we have created. Through all the sleepless nights and days and the floating naked through cold dimensions of dark emptiness . . . I shout with joy that you are mine, I am yours. No matter the dread of feelings of confusion of images, I smile. My heart beats stronger and defeats all attacks. My mind with you as its partner fights against all doubts of self.

You make me who I am. I was nothing before you. My life was simply existing in a routine until you became my inspiration, my joy, my love. My heart was meant for love and you have allowed it to fulfill its purpose. With it I can do anything. No pain, no illness, no mental state, no . . . distance . . . is too much to overcome.

I feel every ounce of my love expanding inside of me ready to explode as my love grows for you and wishes to wrap you inside of it to feel what complete love is like. A love that is total. A love that includes every aspect of your being. A love that desires, respects, is amazed, awed, humbled, and completed by your existence. Before you knew I was, I loved you completely.

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Completed by the one who is ever inside my every molecule of life.

My skin is caressed by the air she has exhaled a world away and drifted to cover me.

My world rotates as her footsteps move the earth.

She is the one that inspires me to live life to the fullest and love with heart so completely.

I may die in a moment, a flash of an eyelash,

But I have experienced what perfection of love is to be.

How much can one man take and not erupt with joy?

If this time is over then I can say that no man has ever been loved as much as you have loved me.

 

Your Lover

 

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My Loves: A Man’s Testimony of Heart

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What kind of love do men feel? I considered searching for opinions and comparing them to what I come up with, but then I decided that since I am writing this from a man’s perspective, specifically mine, that I would just go with my own thoughts. After all, I’ve been told in the past there isn’t a doubt about my being a man. I’ve always taken that as a compliment.

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What love does a man feel? I could go into the various loves of sports and foods but I’m not doing that today. Instead I wanted to discuss the real things that pull, pound, and pulverize the heart. The kinds of love that when they don’t go right, leave you feeling like you have the worst flu any man can ever have.

 

This is about loves for a woman. This is about the loves that men don’t talk about. This about the loves men deny that have to their friends. But if you are a man and you say you’ve never had one of these loves, then . . . count yourself blessed or else have an exam done because you are in denial.

 

Men get those loves. Is there a level order of love? Men think much of order in things like this. I’m not sure why and I don’t really care to delve into the why. At this moment my heart is on loves. I often wonder when it isn’t.

 

I see no reason to not just say I as I write this. Why not say man or men? I’m speaking from what I know. I am sure other men feel or have felt what I might talk about, but this is me. As I begin this I have no plan. What you read will be whatever comes out of me as I go. Think of this as an open heart letter unedited.

 

My Loves: A Man’s Testimony of Heart

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Love from afar. I know her but she’s out of reach. The thought of her for a moment makes the world lighter than air but then the aching heart begins. My mind quickly tells me the truth. I fight it. I don’t want to know the truth, I just want those moments of happiness, even if they are illusions and delusions. They only harm me. Why can I not enjoy them for a moment?

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Would you . . .

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The night is a brilliant body shimmering to attract the eye to its delights.

It pales compared to your skin, lit and covered only by window revealed moonlight.

Thoughts of gently touching you, and tracing your curves, every last one control my mind.

Would you be surprised as my lips flowed across your body to memorize every last detail I find?

 

Amber radiates with a warmth to the heart and holds the universes mysteries inside.

But it is like midnight beside your eyes as they hold mine enslaving me to a joy denied.

I see you looking into the distance as the light catches ever facet of every jewel and my breath stops.

Would you hide them if you knew my life revolves around their expression and if hurt my heart drops?

 

The ocean brings waves of  release at night as the moon glimmers over a never ending flowing life giving peace.

Your strands of silken splendor cause amnesia of all other flowing expanses as I long to feel them against my cheek.

Sensations of gentleness flowing down my skin shiver me to my very bone.

Would you blush at what thoughts you bring to this man who is yours alone?

 

Heavenly bodies span the skies to guide the world in its travels through time in a divine arrangement.

They are as easy as a child compared to your words flowing from a mind filling me with amazement.

Challenges to thought, perception, and the meanings of life and love are what you bring to me.

Would you be frightened to travel inside my mind for a brief moment to see what you have made me be?

 

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Do everything in love. My Sunday thought for today.

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My randomly generated Bible verse today was 1 Corinthians 16:14

“Do everything in love.”-Paul to the church in Corinth

It is always my custom to then go and read the surrounding verses to get the context of the message. If you visit the verse today you will see it stands alone and does not rely on an explanation from any surrounding verses. But there is a message from all of those verses.

Paul was telling the church that he wanted to come and that he was sending others until he could but regardless if anyone of them were there or not they should . . . do what?

“Do everything in love.”

That pretty much sums up how we should be and how I TRY to live. I try to live that out here on my blog and to those I encounter through it. Do I fail at times? Oh yeah! But I TRY.

It doesn’t say to do this thing or that thing in love it says ‘everything’. You see if you look throughout the New Testament you’ll see that doing in love is a key. If true love is guiding you then you can’t go wrong. This isn’t the ‘in love’ love. Or the ‘love of power’. This is ‘love of what is right’. For a Christian that ‘right’ is the words of Jesus.

You know we look at the writings in the New Testament and there are so many arguments about it, but just go to the words of Jesus and see if things are backed up by what he said. “Love your neighbor…” remember that one? Not love that neighbor on the left and not the one on the right.

This is a pretty simple thing that if we all thought and lived by would make the world a lot better. It wouldn’t even matter what your beliefs were, just simply love. For those who might be thinking, “But I don’t believe in what the Bible says,” well, I kind of think “Do everything in love” is a pretty good thing. As I’ve said many times before, whether you believe or not, the words of Jesus and those words inspired by him are still useful to everyone’s daily life.

 

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(See? I got a little heart love action going on.)

 

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I dream of . . .

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I dream of a world of kindness and peace.

That is to say, whenever I have moments of sleep.

My waking thoughts are much the same.

And in each one, I speak your name.

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For me that quiet place is not alone.

Some may find it with a  heart of stone.

But if you are searching and still haven’t found,

Perhaps it’s due to the wrong places you’ve looked ’round.

 

Two hearts looking for love?

Or perhaps looking for something more they dream of.

Forgive me if my words lack in some form of manliness.

There is no specific all encompassing definition of  happiness.

 

 

Much Respect

Ronovan

A poem I began sometime in July and never finished.

 

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An Ode to you

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There are moments of peace that spread through space and time as if the finger of destiny were in control.
Sounds swirl around in a chaotic symphony to create a web of melody to nest and harbor ones soul.
For some this eye of the storm may be a calm achieved in a place of choosing and alone.
Me, I, can only attain this much desired anomaly in time and space by looking outside me to a crone.

 

 

Alone in a dark room with the sounds echoing from one wall to another and another and yet another,
I find that my only hope for survival is to rely on someone so dear whom I fear I might smother.
My irrational mind asks questions of ruin and brings images of disaster and torment.
There is never a moment, even when in happiness, I do not realize I am a fragment.

 

 

Rather a fragment than nothing at all, yet where does this peace come from that I began about?
How can peace be attained when there is a shattering of the very bones that make me cry out?
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Because you say you love me.

 

 

Ronovan

 

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I Give

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~I Give~

 

I have shown respect,

Through my words and my actions,

I give you my love.

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These Hells

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The feeding frenzy begins, as the dark brick wall spins

 

Spiral clouds filled with angel light, laughing tease my denying sight

 

No one ever said life would be fun, but then again no one said demons would overrun

 

My mind feeds on the dark things, it hunts and pecks until torment springs

 

I watch from the corner as it takes hold, shivering in despair as if it were winter time cold

 

Is there a way to break free from this pain filled cell, or am I forever bound to my skull shaped hell

 

Do not try or attempt to placate me to a smile, all you will bring is darkness and bile

 

A cheerful soul you can not produce, all you do is cause to make my hold more loose

 

The waves of this tormented ride, are the path of a coaster not to be denied

 

All I do is float out among the swells, and hope for my sake . . . to reach the other side . . . of These Hells

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Why Me or Why Not?

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Why me?

Why among all your admirers, me?

Why with all that you have to offer, me?

No, I do not say, that I believe you think of me in such a way.

A such a way, that makes others ignored throughout your day.

I know I offer you love, and affection, as well respect and acceptance with no rejection.

With all of your perfection, why me?

I dare not accept it into my heart, for I have always had it ripped apart.

With all of your offers, why me?

In the nights I hold your attention so tight, hoping and praying that I am right.

With so many so immediate, why me?

Why?
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Throughout life we are fortunate to experience one love. In rare moments we might even find another when one ends. Some are from unique and far flung situations, destinations. Do we deny these? What do we do? What do you do when faced with that unbelievable moment with that unbelievable person that can only be a dream? What it if it a love that can only exist from afar? With life through electric vines relationships are different now. Do you accept and have a love that may or may not ever be touched? Do you deny it and move forward in misery with that illness growing inside of you like a thing eating you alive?
This is a universal writing, inspired by universal forces.
LMP

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Careless Whispers . . . (No Regrets)

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Why do we love us?CarelessWhisper

What reason is there for it?

Never have we ever met.

No reasons for–a–regret.

 

Thoughtless careless whispers,

Float through our minds every way.

We try to stop them, or so we say.

But do we really…want them to stay.

 

Careless whispers…floating through my brain.

No…regrets…rejected for what I say.

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

 

Souls mingle through electronic vines,

Sampling the secrets of unwanted minds.

Capturing language bodies cannot hear,

Through breaking down walls of thickening fear.

 

We wonder if miracles can happen in this day,

Only ever thinking of what others have to say.

Slap the taste…from your mouth,

And listen here…having no doubt.

 

Careless whispers…floating through my brain.

No…regrets…rejected for what I say.

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

 

Do you think that we were ever mean to be be somebody,

Somebody else in this world of processed displays?

Are we what we were mean to be,

Or is there something more over the sea?

 

Careless whispers…floating through my brain.

No…regrets…rejected for what I say.

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

 

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

 

Inspiration: The music in my head is slightly inspired off of the just released U2 album Songs of Innocence. The very first track is called The Miracle (Of Joey Ramone). My tempo is a bit different and this doesn’t carry all the way through but that’s basically the inspiration. Some may ask is this inspired by a person. No, other than no regrets at meeting people and knowing people as we walk through life. That being said, all poetry is inspired.

 

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Turn

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Abuse, hope, inspiration.

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If there are nights fighting faceless foes

Do we dare fight back bitter tears

Do we give in to our dreaded fears

Light comes to those who believe

Never to those who fall and deceive

Is there a place that one can call sanctuary

Is there a heart that is not  your adversary

Open to the whims of a seeking heart

Fight against the one tearing you apart

Is silence between you and your love too much

Do you understand the others need for  your touch

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Does your thoughts continue to burn

Turn from that dark beast that lives so deep

Turn to the one that even in silence will always your love keep

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Woman #2

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My second poem in my new Woman series on Embracing a Wounded Soul.
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(PS-Does anyone have a sledgehammer for my head today? I am used to migraines as I have them every day but this one is about to make me blind.)

High above the world.

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I helped out a friend today as she is overloaded with real world life. Teacher, Mother, and so many other things. Her photography in My Home state atop the mountain that I used for my Perseverance photo last week. So her photo and my Haiku. Please visit her and follower her. She has amazing photography! I kid you not. (I’ve never typed that phrase before. Kinda weird.)
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High above the world,

My heart soars with a beauty,

Everlasting love.

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Helping out today, I was given this photograph as inspiration. Kate picked it intentionally as it is one of her daughters standing atop Stone Mountain, oddly enough the subject of my wordless Wednesday photograph. To achieve the quality of shot Kate did here considering the haze one can obviously get from the atmosphere is exceptional. The richness of the coloring of her daughter is amazing. I know the rock that girl is standing on. These days I wouldn’t do it, but then again she is the one that was a flyer for competitive cheer for most her life.

My Haiku was an easy one to write when you take everything into account. You have a mother taking a photograph of her daughter high above the world. It took me only a very few moments to write…

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Woman #1

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A simple poem with a simple message.
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You are my . . .

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A poem of the Embracing a Wounded Soul site. As I completed it I noticed the shape and was pleased with how it turned out as I simplified my sentences.

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Wow, what she did with the image on this, I am so jealous. I gotta learn this! I just love this lady.

I love . . . no regrets.

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I love.

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Two little words of forever

Wrapped within walls so clever

Longing to be opened by your yes to sever

 

I love.

More than feelings of  a foolish mind

Thoughts shared of  a similar kind

Ignoring obstacles to enjoy the togetherness you find

 

I love.

Painful moments of distance felt

A smile of an image that pain it does melt

Mattering not in what realm that image does dwelt

 

I love.

More than feelings of skin on skin

Thoughts shared intertwining in more than sin

Ignoring obstacles just to hold the presence of you within

 

I love.

You have not found it yet

I say to you, you’ve met it I bet

Merely consider what it is you are willing to let

 

Four last words.

 

I love.

 

No regrets.

 

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A Friend is a Smile.

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Everyone, please visit my very first ever Guest Blog. Amanda of insidethelifeofmoi was kind enough to let me share something from my heart. Please go and check it out and follow her blog if you are not already doing so. She is very engaging with those who comment and is a very sweet young lady.
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oh my lover

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Music TunesI don’t want to say your name

I don’t want to play your game

I feel a fool

Do you

 

Trouble before we start

Never can we part

But we do

We do

 

Never was I so into a woman like you

Never

Never was I so in love like with you

Oh Never

Never was I meant to be but with you

Only you

Never will I be for anyone but . . . you

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Features blur in sight

I’m losing my might

So into you

Oh you

 

Let’s play the game

I’m slowly insane

So are you

We two

 

Never was I so into a woman like you

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Never was I so in love like with you

oh you

Never was I meant to be but with you

no no no nooo

Never will I be for anyone but . . . you

oh my lover

 

Keeper of the heart, keeps us apart . . . but I’m . . . in you . . .we two. oh my loverrrrr

 

 

Inspiration

Wicked Game by Chris Isaak was covered by Phillip Phillips a fellow Southern boy. I had the words flowing through my had being in a certain somewhat melancholy mood. Then I heard Phillips’ version. The tune and rhythm was it. If you you like you can click the link to get an idea of the sound.   http://youtu.be/grqrlGwoOU0

 

Much Respect, Much Love, & Much Heartache

Ronovan

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