Love is...

Love is
in the moments we share,
with me here
and you there.

It's everywhere.
In our care
for ourselves and for each other,
for our father and for our mother.

It's in our hopes
and in our dreams,
and even though
it may not seem,

It's in our failures
and in our tragedies
through others' support
and through their sympathies.

And through the built
strength and character.
These are the experiences
that allow you to mature,

And allow you to relate
to others' problems,
and be there when they need you
to help them solve them.

Love is feeling sadness.
Love is feeling anger.
Love will make a person
that much stronger.

Love is feeling peaceful.
Love is feeling content.
Love allows a person
to fully experience every event.

Love is to exist,
and Love is to assist.
Love is to live,
and Love is to give.

Love is in our homes.
Love is in our beds.
Existing in our hearts,
and existing in our heads.

Love is friendship.
Love is equality.
Love is tolerance,
and Love is in the ability...

for You to be You
and Me to be Me.

Love is wisdom
taken from experience.
Love is knowledge
gained from resonance.

Love is in our connection
and in our reflection,
in the mirror or on the street,
even if we never meet.

Love is present
in any single moment.

Love in happiness.
Love in strife.
Love is Emotion.
Love is Life.

Love is to care,
and love is to share,
with me here
and you there.

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It'll all work out:

As I stepped out into the dark night,
the cold air drew my warm blood to the surface.
The clovers under my feet bent their stems temporarily
to bear my weight.

As frozen droplets of mist melted under my toes,
thousands of piercing diamond eyes peered at me through the black sky,
winking occasionally.

A deep breath in and a sigh of beauty exhaled.

I scanned the sky for the big dipper:
That giant spoon that is always trying to scoop up the north star.
Although he will never catch her,
he does help those less celestial beings locate that
always steady glowing presence.

And tonight,
they gave me my sense of direction.

As my eyes traced from the dipper's edge
straight to the north star,
I turned and began my journey.

Sorry or Please:

My feet landed at a steady pace
to the beat of an imaginary drum.

The wind whipped through the trees,
whistling through the puckered leaves,
and crickets rubbed their wings to sing.

The night was playing its daily soundtrack.
The one mockingbird, getting to an early start,
was the star of the show.

As I took long strides, my hips swayed from side to side.
I warmed up as I walked
further and further away.
The circulation in my body flowed faster,
keeping up with my pace.

What began as a slow walk, crescendoed to a swift walk.
And then the swift walk took off
into a sprint. Soon,
I was running as fast as I could.

But the Regrets Are Killing Me:

Tears streamed from my eyes and streaked the side of my face.
Some flew off, while others made their way
into the crevices of my ears and into the abyss
of my black hair.

What was I running from?
From my thoughts?
From Death?
From Life?

Dirt collected in my toes,
huddled with broken pieces of various flora.

Mixed emotions filled my mind.
Fragments of memories every time I closed my eyes to wipe the tears.

My heart pounded and my breath was heavy,
but I kept running.

The north star had given me a sense of geographical direction, but why couldn't she direct my mind?
Go North thoughts!
Head towards a better place.

Or maybe it's West?
Just go in some linear direction!
Just move away from this!

We Would Fall Against the Tide:

And then I stopped.
My body could take no more.
Out of breath, I hunched over,
and my arms used my legs as support.

Now my eyes were pointed down at the ground
at my soiled feet.

My tears went strait to the earth.
I could not stop.
I continuously produced several drops of rain
for select square inches of grass.

My legs eventually billowed,
and I was soon on the cold ground.
The blades welcomed my skin with soft,
chilling touches,
while other weeds annoyingly poked at me,
trying as hard as they could to get me
to stand up.

But I was not moving.

Hopeless and confused,
I curled into myself.

Eventually, I ran out of tears.
The breathing calmed,
my heart slowed,
and all that was left
was a quite quivering of my lips:
from the cold or from the crying?
who could tell.

And there,
somewhere closer to the north pole,
balled up
with eyes swollen from the thousands of saline tears that had forced themselves out,
then and there...
I fell asleep accepting.

An Ode to the Austin Elite

You were what you were.
A pile full of fashionable clothes
and the fake people who wore them.
A pile full of bullshit.

Alcohol, Drugs, Dancing and Sex.
Acquaintances, Small talk, Banter and Lies.

Out door Out lets
filled with beautiful scenesters.

And hipsters pretending to be hikers,
and hipsters pretending to be hippies,
and hipsters pretending to be whores,
and hipsters pretending.

In door In tercourse
filled with emotionless intimacy.

And loners pretending to be lovers,
and loners pretending to be larkers,
and loners pretending to be loathers,
and loners pretending.

Full of facade.
Full of deceit.
Lacking the genuine.
Lacking the truth.

Always trying to be someone else.
Never trying to be them self.

Trying to be cool,
by being cold,
by being weird,
by being different.
But ultimately becoming the same.
I could find more variety
in an American Apparel.

Now don't get me wrong,
stripped of all these illusions
I am sure there is Someone real,
Someone inside who can actually feel.

But the Austin Elite
have definitely left their mark on me,
a constant reminder of how not to be.

A constant reminder to be honest and true,
and most importantly to always just be you.

Lost but Always Found

Lost loves come, but never go.
How they evolve, no one knows.

A wink and a shake of hands,
who would have guessed you would be that man.

The one who lets me know there is hope out there.
The one who's memory saves me from complete despair.

And although those brief moments are in the past,
the fond feelings we cherish will always last.

And although we now have both moved on,
the love we shared has never gone.

Lost loves will always linger in the heart,
no matter how long in time or how far apart.