06-27-2019, 06:22 PM
[u]Hand In Hand, Through The Storm[/u]
(Journal-Poem)
What is love?
What is a
bond?
What is progress?
Where do these things
come from?
Where do they go?
I had a dream (as all great stories start)
And there was a girl I loved like the countless dreams before
Yet this dream was special,
I came to her
A neglected leaf left out of the pile,
She lay on a bed on her stomach
Her bare butt naked towards me
And we made love,
And somehow
her see-through stomach
Allowed me to envision something,
A tree
wrapped
in white string
In Upwards
a pattern
circular
Inside of her,
There was no meat or lust.
There was a unity shining from her belly button
as our hips clicked,
As her eyes glittered.
Then I was transported to a
dank and
A summer shirt and shorts with hairy legs
Pushing against the wind to get to the sea,
**You might think this is funny
But I’ve fallen in love with more girls
In other countries overseas than I have
In this land of sunburnt beauty,**
I never reach the shore
As if the dream makes fun of my inability
To reach for true love
Or to tell me it plain.
What is this wind?!
Where does it blow from?
What am I to do?
I feel as if I am
held back
From something truly valuable.
I chase the shadow of that experience
With that woman,
I actually know her
But that wind doesn’t let up.
Is it me that is the coward for giving up?
After all
There is still an u[ocean]s
And I don’t even know if she likes me,
I fear the wind,
I give into the wind,
Yet that dream
It means something to me,
Something so vital,
I must find that tree and
Shield its leaves from the gusts.
Allow sunlight like a blessing
To be its salvation,
But
I don’t know,
It’s all so far
I’ve been reading horror manga
By Junji Ito,
A very talented artist of terror,
Really chills me,
But throughout his stories
There’s a blatant sense of romance,
He gets these couples
And puts them through hell,
A town
tw ng
O
is ti into its centre full of
Cannibalism, starvation, desperation,
Ghosts and insanity,
They twist together
Willingly
Locked in the hellish dungeon of the underground city of spirals.
Do they even mean it?
Do they really love each other?
Isn’t boyfriend and girlfriend just a childish title?
I’ve never believed in unity
But what would a product of divorce
Like me
bulls***
walking hand in hand,
Then where shall I find it,
That secret the dream whispered to me?
I long for it from the deepest part of my being
In a way I’ve never known before,
But how do I know it even exists?
Is that the point?
That I don’t?
Is that what life is?
Seeking unity
But never grasping it?
I know I want to tell her that I want her,
That I want to twist with her into hell:
That I want to find that tree and tie a string around it,
Yet my perception only sees as far as failure,
And how could I
let her mean that much to me?
Isn’t a partner just disposable?
How could I let her hold me in such a vulnerable state?
How could I show her my bare bottom?
Yet somehow, she did it for me, even if it isn’t real,
but I’m most afraid now,
For being so hesitant,
For having these thoughts?
I asked,
“Why would I trust her or me for that matter
Knowing full well that I can be betrayed?”
And the prophet said,
“You trust people
because you’re courageous.”
No,
no I am not,
I am not courageous or valiant or noble.
I can still recall moments I thought I loved a girl
But it went like the wiping of cleaning spray off a window,
I can’t trust my feelings,
I can’t trust anything.
Who could guide me through this rupturing sea
we all have pain,
we all have sorrow
But if we are wise,
we know that there's
always tomorrow.”
And how I was rejected and the air
Became electric with awkwardness between her and I,
And how I went home to bitter tears
Next to the light of my lamp
Wetting my pillowcase.
you know women,
you know yourself,
as Sun Tzu said it is the knowledge of enemy and army that guarantees victory.”
The prophet says,
“Don’t delude yourself more than is absolutely necessary.
The truth shall set you free.”
Freedom,
it’s like a storm
But I know if someone would just
Take my hand
I could get through it.
The prophet says, “That only occurs when you love something
More than you love yourself.”
Have I ever dared to open myself up
To love?
And if I did,
would I ever do it again?
What is the meaning of trust,
Of commitment?
To know that the hurricane
Could pick you up
And bury you into boulders
As you try to protect the tree,
It is courage
That emanates from your open chest
Assaulted by air-slicing pressure.
Until you love something more than you love yourself
You’ll never grow that sapling
To the iron-bark spruce that will withstand
Any test of nature.
The formatting is weird because I do it in google docs.
Link to that is here for a better perception of the form it is in: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1f__4...QPsGupUEjg
(Journal-Poem)
What is love?
What is a
bond?
What is progress?
Where do these things
come from?
Where do they go?
I had a dream (as all great stories start)
And there was a girl I loved like the countless dreams before
Yet this dream was special,
I came to her
A neglected leaf left out of the pile,
She lay on a bed on her stomach
Her bare butt naked towards me
And we made love,
And somehow
her see-through stomach
Allowed me to envision something,
A tree
wrapped
in white string
In Upwards
a pattern
circular
Inside of her,
There was no meat or lust.
There was a unity shining from her belly button
as our hips clicked,
As her eyes glittered.
Then I was transported to a
dank and
dirty beach house
And I leave the door in sandalsA summer shirt and shorts with hairy legs
Pushing against the wind to get to the sea,
**You might think this is funny
But I’ve fallen in love with more girls
In other countries overseas than I have
In this land of sunburnt beauty,**
I never reach the shore
As if the dream makes fun of my inability
To reach for true love
Or to tell me it plain.
What is this wind?!
Where does it blow from?
What am I to do?
I feel as if I am
held back
From something truly valuable.
I chase the shadow of that experience
With that woman,
I actually know her
But that wind doesn’t let up.
Is it me that is the coward for giving up?
After all
There is still an u[ocean]s
And I don’t even know if she likes me,
I fear the wind,
I give into the wind,
Yet that dream
It means something to me,
Something so vital,
I must find that tree and
Shield its leaves from the gusts.
Allow sunlight like a blessing
To be its salvation,
But
I don’t know,
It’s all so far
fetched.
I’ve been reading horror manga
By Junji Ito,
A very talented artist of terror,
Really chills me,
But throughout his stories
There’s a blatant sense of romance,
He gets these couples
And puts them through hell,
A town
tw ng
O
is ti into its centre full of
Cannibalism, starvation, desperation,
Ghosts and insanity,
Absolute chaos and suffering
And two lovers,They twist together
Willingly
Locked in the hellish dungeon of the underground city of spirals.
Do they even mean it?
Do they really love each other?
Isn’t boyfriend and girlfriend just a childish title?
I’ve never believed in unity
But what would a product of divorce
Like me
Know about it?
Every couple is justbulls***
walking hand in hand,
I would never trust anyone to stay together,
Not even the tree and it’s leaves.Then where shall I find it,
That secret the dream whispered to me?
I long for it from the deepest part of my being
In a way I’ve never known before,
But how do I know it even exists?
Is that the point?
That I don’t?
Is that what life is?
Seeking unity
But never grasping it?
Is unity horror or beauty, or could it be
that I decide that answer?I know I want to tell her that I want her,
That I want to twist with her into hell:
That I want to find that tree and tie a string around it,
Yet my perception only sees as far as failure,
And how could I
let her mean that much to me?
Isn’t a partner just disposable?
How could I let her hold me in such a vulnerable state?
How could I show her my bare bottom?
Yet somehow, she did it for me, even if it isn’t real,
but I’m most afraid now,
That I’m the one who made the mistake.
How could she forgive meFor being so hesitant,
For having these thoughts?
I asked,
“Why would I trust her or me for that matter
Knowing full well that I can be betrayed?”
And the prophet said,
“You trust people
because you’re courageous.”
No,
no I am not,
I am not courageous or valiant or noble.
I can still recall moments I thought I loved a girl
But it went like the wiping of cleaning spray off a window,
I can’t trust my feelings,
I can’t trust anything.
Who could guide me through this rupturing sea
To the harbour where I may dock my ship for eternity?
“Sometimes in our life we all have pain,
we all have sorrow
But if we are wise,
we know that there's
always tomorrow.”
This turbulence tires me
But I dare not show it.My conscience says, “Commitment and trust requires faith,
when the hell have you shown it?”
I don’t know. “Then why go on like this?
Afraid of learning about a new world?”
I still remember my sad love letterAnd how I was rejected and the air
Became electric with awkwardness between her and I,
And how I went home to bitter tears
Next to the light of my lamp
Wetting my pillowcase.
“You were a fool then,
you’ve grown, you know women,
you know yourself,
as Sun Tzu said it is the knowledge of enemy and army that guarantees victory.”
The prophet says,
“Don’t delude yourself more than is absolutely necessary.
The truth shall set you free.”
Freedom,
it’s like a storm
But I know if someone would just
Take my hand
I could get through it.
The prophet says, “That only occurs when you love something
More than you love yourself.”
Have I ever dared to open myself up
To love?
And if I did,
would I ever do it again?
What is the meaning of trust,
Of commitment?
To know that the hurricane
Could pick you up
And bury you into boulders
As you try to protect the tree,
It is courage
That emanates from your open chest
Assaulted by air-slicing pressure.
Until you love something more than you love yourself
You’ll never grow that sapling
To the iron-bark spruce that will withstand
Any test of nature.
The formatting is weird because I do it in google docs.
Link to that is here for a better perception of the form it is in: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1f__4...QPsGupUEjg