Float On Love

I hold out my hands to mine love;
Locking eyes with my queen;
Extending my cup that has grown so dry….
And my cup runneth over;
She is the over-abundant satiation of my needs;
I can feel the heat.  Kelvins, Celsius, Degrees;
I aim to please- but I often miss the target…
I love, but my love takes me to the end- I can’t remember how I started…
I am but a man;
A warrior, passion’s avatar, demi-god, lover born of the sunlight into the night sky;
A heart that can be controlled is no heart at all;
The heart that can be tamed is that of the line of a lion;
A cage cannot keep my cells from crying out for you;
Celibate on selfishness, selling my old self to be able to settle with you;
I love you;
Can we fly away?;
Ambush a Disney movie and rise on a magic carpet?;
Spirit led into spirit fed, spiritedly flexing to fly fearless;
You make me a knight in gleaming armor;
An inhalation of love on the night wind;
I love you- and I cannot wait to see you again.
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~The Wordsmith

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On Two Legs in the Afternoon

Boy sees girl.

Boy makes a friend.

Boy and girl are happy.

Boy sees girl.

Girl has cooties.

Boy chases, and boy runs.

Girl runs, and girl chases.

Dude sees girl.

Girl is attractive and giggles.

Dude doesn’t know how to feel.

Dude sees girl.

Girl is hot and pays him no mind.

Dude wants to give her a shot.

Ol’ dude sees girl.

Girl knows she is seen.

Ol’ dude has only one aim…

Man sees woman.

… MAN sees WOMAN…

… And the woman’s gaze comes to rest on the man.

–now make your own ending–

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~The Wordsmith

No Stranger

I know you…
And I know you’re so afraid to believe it
For you, knowing equals time, and time equals life
But we could have the time of your life
If you would but join my hand in living it
I know you…
When I see you, I see your spirit – God’s handiwork
Your gilded attentions, tend immensely to my senses
Tasting, touching, hearing, vision
Your scent is the essence of purity and therefore scentless…
Its only witness the light in the air I’m breathin
I know you…
I know you because I learned you inside out
Before we even had conversation I was checkin you out
Seeing if the God structure inside your soul was sound
Sound proof to doubt’s howls, and fear’s growls
Oblivious to bein the butt of Satan’s jokes like a towel
And drying away the sweat from your last battle
Knowledge – can be attained…
Romance moments – can be framed…
But the space moments that take my breath away
And the sparks of our bond that turn into flames in the fireplace
I have filed away.
Awaiting the day.
Awaiting the day… the day that you declare Today
And when you do – my love will be there…
The former gap between us gone without a trace.
I know you…

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~The Wordsmith

The Battle

This sickness that we sippin, is killin all of our children

Diseases, famine, and outrageous prices of livin

If we only live to rule the world, what kind of world are we buildin

We abstain from community, what shall the children live in

Overseas people dying at the lack of our abundance

They have faith through their despondence and will quickly do a sun dance

On our end – we’re ejecting God out of our culture

Raising a generation full of self warmth with cold shoulders

In our own land, we hate each other, and condone slavery

Better watch what you say to me, because of my insecurity

Meanwhile not far away from me, some girl’s getting pumped with STDs

Some woman is getting raped despite her mournful screams

How can we help the needy if we can’t stop being greedy?

How can we find depravity, and shut it down, if in it we are sinking?

This world is a ship that’s going down – its salt water we’re drinking…

 

The more we sip, the thirstier we get

Misnamed ambition, but what it is, is sin

Toxic work conditions, deadly toxins when you breath in

But you have to support your family, so you forfeit all your oxygen

America sports the clothes, spun by battered and wounded 5 year olds

We just turn up our nose, and say “that’s just how it goes.”

Kids dying of thirst, in mid-step to the water

Say that to ten people, and not one of them will falter

Humanity’s in a war, and we’re taking heavy losses

Wading through dead bodies – the casualties are all around us

We’re fighting our own nature, but have shifted to fighting ourselves

If we but shelf our rights, we might, curb this tendency to fail

Like it or not, you are an armed and capable warrior

The question is – are you for you or for the army?

Imagine humans in phalanx formation – what would you worry for?

The worst thing to be is a soldier in limbo – good for nothing, and to nobody.

 

 

 

 

~The Wordsmith