"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Sunday, August 26, 2012

With Her...

 
With her ~ was not truly myself
With her ~ was not ever accepted  
With her ~ hobbled around awkwardly  
With her ~ love was something earned  
With her ~ doing was above being  
With her ~ sex was a weapon  
With her ~ was slowly dying  
 
 (Counterintuitive disequilibrium moistened with tears)
 
 Without her ~ becoming myself
Without her ~ now accepted
 Without her ~ dance with Grace
Without her ~ love is a gift
Without her ~ being is above doing
Without her ~ sex is something shared
Without her ~ slowly living
 

(Matchbox Twenty ~ Back 2 Good)
 
 
 


2 comments:

  1. All our souls are written in our eyes,
    Her eyes dead and cold,
    Escape,
    to find,
    eyes alive and warm,
    So much to look forward to.







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  2. This is more like it. Now I see the gratitude.

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