A Conversation on Love

I met with my child, and my child asked me-
"What must I do to receive your love?

"Must I make that goal?"
I said "No my child."

"Must I get that grade?
I said "No my child."

"Must I be kind to my siblings?"
I said "No my child."


"Then what must I do?"

"You must only Be."
"My love (My hugs, my communication, my encouragement, my support) will always be there for you."

Schooling for Investment for money vs schooling for Investment of our hearts

We have schools here, and classes, teaching how to invest money safely;

"Do your research..."  they say, ".., or use a professional to help you."

Yet with our most precious belongings, our hearts, there is no formal schooling.

Tulip

The tulip stands alone in the grassy field,

Delicate is its name

A cool breeze sets and rolls atop the grass,
traveling across the field.

In an instant, being ceases,
and the tulip, though standing, is no more.

The dead plant an echo of what was,
and a testament to the futility of a material world.

Selfish

I painted a girl into my life.
An integral piece of the canvas stretching before me.

Her image, it bled from my skin as did many things in my life.
I loved her as anyone might love something they create.

She was lovely.
She brightened and enlivened this "work" of my life;
Her laugh throwing out new vibrant hues,
Life's colors radiating from her as she danced within my painting.

I stood, enriched through experiencing my work,
and put my hand to the glass covering my painting.

Punch Life in the Face!

Scene 1:

"A high percentage of couples that give their child up for adoption end up separating"  He says.

"No," I say
"We have a deeper and different kind of Love;"
"We have a deeper and different kind of Bond."

He seems to believe me.


Scene 2:

She's off playing summer sports with her new boyfriend.

Manic

This manic of mine

This vacuum cleaner of a libido

This electric mind,
      zapping to any girl of possibility

This heart crying
and stretching out one arm between my ribs

This power switch
           One side off,
           One side desperate and crazy

Pervert

I used to walk along this cobblestone path, 

                            

                            among the varied beautiful flowers,

                                                              and pick them;

Pluck them from the Earth's embrace

              caress their pedals;

              take in their full scent,

Fully experience and appreciate their beauty.

Now, standing on this perilous path,

Were I to pluck some, the world would rise against me;

Were I to admire some I would be shunned.

I cringe at a future,

   padding along this path,

        staring at my shoes.

Anger (A piece made of two poems)

My Faithful Wife

I left her at the door with a hug and a kiss;
My silhouetted wife in the doorway shrinking as I left.

"I will wait for you." was my bulwark,
Her love my closest friend.

As I fought my war,
our letters shot back and forth,
Fortifying our bond against the cold distance;

And always inherent in her letters,
"I will wait for you." and the continued affirmation of her love for me.

Her love was always there, giving me the strength and courage to do the difficult.

My angel,
My friend,
My wife.


My Lost Love

A great war ahead of me,
And she knew she couldn't stay.

The day I had to ship out,
She wished well and walked away.

Immersed in the trials of war,
I look often to the horizon.

Longing for the girl I love,
For strength and courage with these trials and

A home to give this weary heart,
When finally through with this war;

But the only answer the empty offers is:

"She's gone"
"No Love"
"Nevermore"

Rhythms

Rhythms unite my being;

The pulse of my blood,
The sway of my breath.

They unite us,
our "thing" we have;

Like the heartbeat of our bodies we have our daily rhythm;
our meals, our partings,
day after day.

Our routine activities together the breath of this body of two.

The Witness

I was walking through a museum and I saw Life...
it was on the opposing wall...
It was beautiful...
       so beautiful it brought me to tears.

   I walked up to it and as my eyes adjusted I began to see imperfections;
   I drew my eyes across it and saw more and more.

Astonished, I took in the entirety of the piece, and saw before myself a mass of imperfections

My Passion

My passion grew as my body grew and my vistas expanded...

My passion burned in my heart and burned in my soul;
   It shown out my eyes and it burned in my bones;

It burned and burst through my skin, shooting out in chaotic directions.

It shown like God's Love and the people cheered...

          It burned them all...

      It burned so hot I could see nothing else...

                ashes...
               
                    ashes...

Unconventional

Christened at the port,
                     the gleaming new ship stood at the dock, awaiting its destiny.

            Wholly different
      The dock wondered of the ship's fate...

The ship pitched its sails and filled with the Spirit of God.


The bay was not merciful

Lashing and Crashing was the way

But as the waves crashed upon the ship, so were the waves quelled.

As the ship stayed its course, so did the bay, in time, take heed.

Poem - Darkness

Coming out of the door I was hounded by a darkness;

It stayed at my heels and tripped me,
again and again,
until I was prostrate.

Forward it guided me to the pit of destruction;

Staring into the abyss I decided to turn;

I moved to the darkness and found that when I stepped into it,
I stepped on top of it.

To the best of my ability,
I moved towards the darkness and found myself climbing a staircase...

Raising Children

At a certain age, have them make a plan schedule every day.  The to-do list can be anything.

Life has always been a dream for me.


Never quite real.  Never quite alive.