The Story of Love: Part I

I remember it all…

The sweet nothings whispered in my ear in the aftermath of sun-blazed lovemaking… The familiar skip of my heart whenever you would call… The taste of honey on my tongue whenever I said your name…  Truly this was love- truly I was favored among all of Cupid’s victims! A willing prisoner of passion planted in the heart- a canvas, a backdrop, a sidewalk, for you to perform your shining art.

Your art was me.

As sweet a song as ever the nightingale did sing, didst thou sing to me.  Promises of forever and eternity.  Of courting me and learning me.  As our fingers intertwined you implied that no matter how dry the season, there would be no deserting me.

And I- believed you.  Had you been true, I would have been deemed lovestruck from Heaven, but now that you have turned us into a lie and broken my heart inside, I am a fool.  For trusting.  For hoping.  For believing.

I want to hate you, but each time my eyes narrow in anger they just crack in sorrow.  A shudder goes through this temple, and the floodgates come undone… You tore us apart, and drowned me in my own tears.

I can’t even float away- I just lay here… choking… dying… still foolishly hoping that you might return to turn back the tide and rescue me as you have so many times before…  But you don’t.  You’ve found another Lois.  Found another hopeless… romantic.

Someone to believe that cape and S on your chest means you’re Superman, not understanding that the S means you’re Simply a man… altogether unreliable.  Teasing the open hearted with attractive words that mock the craving to be desirable, just long enough for you to realize that you don’t want a woman – you want an idol.

Someone to worship at your convenience and give the appearance of dedication, until another flashier deity comes along and steals your motivation… 2 weeks or 2 years- it’s all the same for the life loved in vain.  My ticks tocked and then broke when you said you loved me, but it seems like yours just hit a freeze frame, waiting for an emotionally stimulated D-Day, for you to drop those bombs and blow me away, then press play… Treating me like a video game, and now you’re back in free play, while I lay cracked and broken amid my shattered dreams and other cherished things that have given themselves over to rot and decay…

Sometimes I lay at night… Thinking of you… Staring at the stars… Wondering if you’re staring at them too… My hand rises against my will, stretching out towards the sky… Whether to pull you out of this tragedy back to my side, or to lose myself in the eternal wrinkles of the night… I do not know.  I cannot tell.

Sometimes I wish for hell, for at least that would give me a sense of feeling… And then other times I wish for Heaven, for that might give me true healing…

But in the end… I choose to live with the heartbreak of you.

Cuz that’s the curse of love right?  The forgotten remember everything…

While the loved just shrug, laugh it off, and move on.



B is for the beauty you present

E is for those eyes that both attract and convict

A is for the altruism in your life movement

U is for the deep wells of understanding that make you so intuitive

T is for the trust.  I trust you.

I is what I decided to lay down when I met you

F is the fullness of joy that comes from our intimacy

U are the epitome of my heart’s desire

L is permanent… for out LOVE will LAST always.



~The Wordsmith

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–


~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…

~The Wordsmith

Nouvelle Femme

It’s her laughter.

The laughter she brings with her on every interaction… the unknotted meshing of our souls and the overarching banner of joy lighting up our countenance and jeweling our atmosphere like a rainbow existing between our eyes only… The waters flow deeply between us and though we may never submerge to the full depths, we know that we can always go as deep as we need to go, for the truth is – the moment we met, our hearts embraced never to let go…  There is a tender spark, a flash of electric sensation when our hands touch.  A transfer of power from heaven through our hearts, connecting us in perfect circuitry.  Certainly.  The stars marvel aloud to the entire universe at the wellspring of life that flows out of us… not knowing that prior to you I was merely striking flint, seeking ignition… Then – her laughter.

Her laughter was the magical lens exposing my earthly vision to the realm of a new world – a new dimension.  I thought I knew color, and taste, and sight, and smell, and hearing, and the pace of my heart beating… Then her laughter.  The catalyst to a liberating power so magnificent that the Roman gods kneel before me with honor.  Everywhere I go, every step I take I open my mouth to try and explain that it’s not me, before her I was plain, just another deer racing along the plains, another bird in the sky struggling to keep pace with airplanes, another visionary going through labor pains, a man watching greatness occur from the other side of the window pane… Then her laughter.

Her laughter that beats back disaster, and empowers her to be her own master.  Regal beyond adequate title, yet entitled to everything –  the only word close enough to her on this plane of existence is queen… So Queen I do call her.  Checking my pride and helping to rule it, empowering me as a Lion King, then flipping the script when she sweetly sings, my demeanor it flips akin to an awestruck baby… I have no words, and I am captivated by her splendor… Her splendor… Good Lord her splendor…!  With others it’s a task, but I want to give her candlelight dinners.  Serenade her with my heart songs, pull down the gifts of Heaven to this earth.  Give them to her.  Pray fervently for supernatural peace to descend on her… It’s her laughter.

I hope that every Son of Adam is graced by one of her… One of Eve’s beloved Daughters.  The woman who brings strife, confusion, and separation, stray far from… But the woman whose overall presence elevates your atmosphere – cleave to.  Listen to the winds… Keep your eyes on the sun… Surrender your senses to the phenomenal glories of greatness ricocheting around the universe, and nothing less shall return unto you… I do not know what your catalyst will be, but for me…

It’s her laughter.

~The Wordsmith