Obession vs Adoration

Obsession

I can’t tell why I like them

It’s an indescribable need

It’s a burning fire

I fixate on little details

I can tell you everything about them

I don’t want anyone else near them

I know every appearance

I see their latest movie but I don’t remember the plot

I threaten others if they violate their space

But if someone else comes close better to make them feel insecure

Because I feel insecure myself

But they’re insecure right…

I swear they’re winking right at me…

I think I’ll go see them

It’s not like I don’t know where they are…         

Adoration

I love the things you do  

You make me better everyday

Learning more about the best you are,

Helps me discover 

More about the person I want to be

Exploring new avenues of learning,

Expanding my mind

By the breadth of you

No longer needing to hide

The light in you brings out the light in me

I read an article today about celebrity obsession and thought I would do a side by side comparision poem.  The difference between the two, in my mind, one is about how “I feel”, the other is about how the celebrity influences the writer.  Just my little contribution to the debate about Celebrities and obsession.

Imagine

Retreat from Reality

Why stay here with the pain

I can have anything I envision

My stage is set

It should be perfect

But even in my fantasies

I’m not in charge

I’m not the best

Or the brightest

Or the prettiest

I can’t have what I want

Even in my wildest dreams

A glimpse of paradise

Is too much to imagine

Beloved/Summons (A Conversation)

I long to see the sunshine.

              You see it every day.

I miss the sea and sand.

In your eyes, their colors lay.

I want to see my beloved,

I miss you just as much!

To walk with her hand and hand.

I miss your very touch!

My beloved, I summon you.

I hear and answer the call.

I call you home to stay.

Why would I wish to be away?

And once you have entered my view,

You are my world, my all!

I promise to be forever with you.

I have no reason to stray.

Rain Will Fall Again

Soon tomorrow’s coming

Can today last forever?

I know that the sun must rise

How many times must I?

I’ve fallen so many times

Many times I’ve been pushed

They rejoice in seeing

My face in the mud

I won’t let them see the tears

Mixed with the dirt

If you cry in the rain

It hides the tears well

I’ve stopped walking in the sun

When the sun rises

You will be gone

I will go back to hiding my face

Then the rain will fall again

A Hallow Void

A hallow void

Fills my middle

Blotting out the sunlight

No amount of brightness

Can counteract the cold

A tiny beat that can’t cry out

A hand that cannot reach

I take a breath, control myself

It doesn’t matter, I can’t remember

Emotions are leverage, Emotions are passion

A bargaining chip

Serving only to harm (the only thing that matters)

Get rid of them (Without them we cease to be)

Excess baggage

Empty Gestures

Shut out the light

Bring on the darkness

Take out my hallow parts

I have no use for them

Spare me no pity

For fools are gladly borne

But a gesture is empty

From the back of the playhouse

In a flash the paper burns

Fire, the element of desire

Quickly stoked

Quickly sated

In the end

The darkness overcomes us all

And light fades

I didn't say banana...

Born of sunshine

Nestled in leaves

Its bitter rind

Is a tasty tease

The Florida sun

Makes its bitter skin

Turn bright to reveal

The citrus within

In the morning dew

Shows how sweet

And good for you

This healthy treat

A summer feast

It’s best in mornings

Quartered and pieced 

Patterns

Such patterns as one would see

On a butterfly’s wings

On seashells

In the intricacies of a snowflake

Can be found

Everywhere

All around us

If we are but observant

What do you see?

This line of poetry

Does not rhyme today

But there is a time

For every purpose

Some time we reap

When the information

Is sewn, secured, stitched, spun

It forms a spiral social web

Everything touches

As long as one remembers

How the puzzle pieces fit

You will do fine

Unlock the door

To your secret archive

The Library which catalogues

Your innermost dreams and desires

Everything you ever learned

All your memories

Are Precious

Grace

Running Wilde

Heartbeats Calling

Something is telling me

To count now

Four, Five, Forty, Three

I’ve lost count

‘Tis a pity

How can I bare

To resist thee?

This visit must last

It can’t be a ruse

We must go into the light

Not into the darkness

Together

Is what counts

I feel as though

I am blessed

Amazed

With grace

Because sometimes we all need a little help (Untitled)

I found a Computer Permutation program and played with it a bit.  I had to add, A LOT, when it was done.  It didn't do well at all with non nouns involved, but after I figured that out, I was good.  Then I took then word soup it spit out and wrote the poem from there.  I hope to do better next time!

The Creation of the hills is but a small fairytale

Our Heartbeats bear witness

We Spy in a field the irresistible elephants

Stars pity us

The Word we bear is but a ruse

A Horse startles at something she cannot see

‘Tis a curiosity nothing more

The World favours Gold and White

While they are lovely

We only have imitations

The Ends justify the means

Whistle while we wreck the boat

Painted strings

What little time we have we spend visiting

Earth bears witness

How silent it lies down

The Wind Blows around the Island

It starts 

Empty Promises, Broken Vow

Empty Promises, Broken Vow

You’ve barely kept your secrets now.

Words are tricky they tend to slip

The world in spinning beyond your grip

When the time is right, Life will change

You can’t stop it from feeling strange

Sonner or later your friends will know

You’ve done your best, but feelings show

One day soon you’ll break the wall

That barrier you’ve built so high,

Is yours to fall with just a sigh

Then run, speed as fast as you can

There is no doubt, you know the plan,

An escape there is, you know it’s true

Life is what you make of it

Make peace and quiet for a bit

Dominion

Steel under Silk,

Strength below belies pretty promises.

I love you is a powerful spell

Make me believe.

The power of your spell,

Your power.

You certainly have dominion over me.

Do you have the authority

To control the world around us?

There is no right or wrong answer waiting,

Only green/bright here

Dilemmas arise,

How are they answered, love?

If there is a hunger; how is it met?

With a purely physical proposition,

Or is the answer

Only to wait,

To learn patience, politeness, probity?

The Conversation*(An adventure in Sonnets Part 2)

No longer, a child do I seek

Nature or nurture neither will sway

My own body, my will, wilst not obey

Stay quiet love and let me speak

With thy noble equine visage, sallow, hallow'd cheek

You cannot answer thus today

Less your mother belied your father with a Fae

Don’t cry my love, one might think you weak

Forsooth, I cannot bare the sight

Though it grieves me much to say it

The words make me, seem flighty and trite

Can I hold your hand before the journey starts?

It scares and pains me to betray it

I care only now for protection, not for our hearts.

A Bargain Struck *(An adventure in Sonnets)

From whence doth come thy golden orbs

Which heaven hath no equal parts?

Some piece Diana did absorb

To sway thy stalwart warrior’s heart

Come Solider take this maiden’s hand

A voyage must be undertaken

For thee the Angel’s tears do turn to sand

All others must be forsaken

But what of carnal pleasures biding?

Tomorrow’s troubles sorrow and lament

The housewife screams and bellows chiding

He begs forgiveness, his heart full rent

A bargain struck, A contract made

A willing partner, An even trade

The Consummate Youth

Age cannot touch

Time cannot ravage

Holding steady against

The winds of eternity

They are simply a force.

One that which is stopped

By a wall of passion.

The love found in your eyes

Belies your years

You will always be

The consummate youth

A stalwart rock,

Salvation

Without whom

The stars cease to be

The Best Place to Start

When memory fades

When the dust settles

Will your name be remembered?

Will the ancient choirs of angels

Sing you to sleep in your grave?

Pardon me for being so dire

But I can’t help but wonder

As memory starts to fade

If it was that wonderful at all

Were you really that good?

It was brief after all

Time filters our memories

Were you a friend?

An enemy in disguise?

Sometimes we need a fall

To show us how high to reach

Sometimes bottom

Is the best place to start

Hiatus

Who will be here when we break?

To pick the pieces up?

Cracks begin to show already love

Fading in the sun

It’s never peaceful in the wind and rain

Time is spent waiting

For the storm to end

But it’s only a pause

Hiatus

Then a frantic run to shelter

What happens when that shelter

Is no longer there?

Will we race downstream in the flood?

Will we whip wildly in the wind?

All we can do is take cover

The best we can until

The storm is over

Plant our feet in solid ground

Comfort each other

Together

Survive the deluge