Somewhere is your heart.
Memories of you
play like a symphony in my head,
as I dream away on a stream
flowing down my bed.
The river wasn’t turned enough,
to ferry me back to your heart,
so I float along, all alone.
The warmth of your glow gone cold to the touch and dark
Singing a hollow song,
beating my tired and broken drum.
Wondering why you’re not safe where we belong.
I don’t know where the water will carry me,
but I imagine somewhere, there’s another shore awaiting me.
Where I won’t be left to drift so aimlessly,
drowning in a flood I poured from misery.
For now I’ll keep hold of our shipwreck,
The sweet romance under her twinkling lights, I’ll never forget.
If I sail away to heaven under the moon and stars,
in another world, a pause in time,
adrift here in the seabed,
Surely I’ll make it somewhere,
‘cause, out there,
somewhere is your heart.
K R A V E N
Tomorrow
I know you’re watching from out there
I can see your distant face
I know our hearts are one
Yet lie on different planes
I know you are right
and you know you’re wrong
And maybe (one hopes) time will bring us
right back where we belong
But a war that brutally ends
allows peace to begin
and as we each span the globe
No matter in which direction we go
I’ll return to you, you know
And you’ll circle back round to me
Sure, it won’t be on this day, and this time
but maybe sometime tomorrow.
K R A \ V E N
The Biographies of Love: Poem IV
Love presents herself to us
yet we know not her face
A newborn babe more wise than our eldest in age
born innocent to infamy
and humble to great fame
Learn her true visage
and you’ll be her sincerest claim
And when she finally returns to your lonely corner,
hold her to your bare chest
evolve together
Never let her escape until she flies far on her own,
A soul of useless pieces can make a fine nest for love.
The Biographies of Love: Poem III
Accustomed to meticulous fixes of human display,
while you were exalted, cast from a mold and made —
bandaged and entombed in the most colorful war-torn clothes
fashionably falling apart
anointed in the stench of your own funereal cologne —
Love clamored for just the natural answer from your heart,
she pounded like a storm at all your doors and windows!
Fighting tirelessly to subdue your mounting ignorance and self-obsession,
left to be accosted and arrested.
A sworn enemy to our prized laws of time,
the great contraption perpetually pressing and aging us, but clueless to when Love will finally arrive
Deep in your slumber or long before you rise, no matter,
Love is well worth waiting for on this side of life
I loved the song Jar of Hearts from the first listen. It’s even an uncanny song I was able to sing quite well by just the second listen…
And who do you think you are?
Running ‘round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are
?
Heartbreak in Tumblrdom, and a Wishlist too.
I have a very rocky relationship. Often I simply can’t understand (or just don’t wish to understand, I’m not dumb) why it’s rocky because, for my partner specifically, it should be the best thing ever. I can’t tell you how many people, especially in this economy, would love to be in his room-and-board-free shoes… and they’d probably worship me for it.
Not to sound self-absorbed, I don’t even want that, but it would be nice to be appreciated and treated with respect consistently. I would also like to be stimulated intellectually, not just physically. I can handle the physical part on my own, I did it for almost 20 years of my life after all (late bloomer). Masturbation is one of my favorite crafts and I do it well, what can I say?
What I need is someone who wants to see the world. Someone who has far more things to enjoy and discuss than bickering about dumb shit that won’t even matter in 5 minutes, someone who cares enough about politics and current events to discuss them over tea without the conversation breaking down.
It’d be nice to have someone who understands that working at a company that’s not your own can be awful on the mind and body each day. Someone who doesn’t give me more work to do when I come home. Someone who supports me like I support them.
I want someone who hates cable and reality TV, like me (okay except for Real Housewives of Atlanta, guilty pleasure), loves fashion, looooves to read and learn and explore. I want an Activist, someone who knows what the Constitution says, and knows that the ACLU is not a body part. Someone who is worldly, cultured and lacks any trace of bigotry. I want someone who wants to give, who wants to use his talents to help people, not just make a buck.
Someone who understands that the system, whatever that may be, is fucked up, and the only way to fix it is to get deep within it and change it from the inside out. I want someone I can read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy to at night before bed.
I’d even settle for someone who simply understands that I am not, and never will be the enemy… thus, they’d know the only thing left to do is have sex every moment possible, love one another, get high, and live the life that we have been given just this one time to live.
Every day I see a few people like this right in my dashboard on Tumblr and I ask the Universe, why is it that you couldn’t give me this one, or this one, or that one instead? Did I do something so wrong in a past life to deserve this fate?
But maybe in the end, they’re just like him too… all pretty pictures and happy talk today, but then ranting, nagging, and carrying on about absolutely nothing tomorrow.
:(
K R A \ V E N
I was listening to this song Love Me, Leave Me which is one of my favorite tracks by Kat Deluna (of Whine Up fame) and I realized that this is the perfect break-up song… between me and organized religion! I officially consider myself to be a Pantheist and I’m happier than ever. Enjoy…
Love Me, Leave Me by Kat Deluna
(Personal highlights in bold)
The very first day of my life
Was the day that you let me go
It was a blessing in disguise
Now I see that I’m beautiful
Cuz all we ever did was fight
We were so dysfunctional
Now I’ve forgotten all the times
And all the days I was lovin you.
Just like a ghost from my past (he’s come back to haunt me now)
Saying that you want me back (but that’s impossible so…)
If you love me, leave me
Cause I’ve already closed that door
Don’t want to be
In that pain I’ve felt before
If I only could be myself
Without your approval anymore
So love me, leave me
If you love me leave me alone
Now there used to be a time
I would’ve taken you back again
But now without you on my mind
And I’m totally independent
So you can save your little lies
Cause i know whats happenin’
Your missin’ me but say goodbye (yeah)
To all the days I was lovin’ you
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
If you really wanna help
Then you should go
Cause I promised myself
I’d let it alone
At the back of the shelf
Is where I put what we had
I’m never going back, no
[Chorus]
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