Separated by Stan Lee Cole
great story!!
Separated by Stan Lee Cole
great story!!
You can’t hear my voice because I can’t even pick up the frequency on which it’s emitting. Believe me when I say that I have tried. I have circled planets, stars, universes, above and below, searching and knocking so that I could capture my voice for you. You always ask “What do you mean?” and you can’t hear the sound of my heart breaking in pieces. I have tried pressing my thoughts on you without success, I always hit a wall for some reasons, but you reassure me that you love me as if that was enough. I know you want the moon and until I serve it to you on a platter nothing else would do. Not this broken voice, not our lips and hips locking, not the flowers blooming and the earth moaning. Just the sight of God in your eyes when I sing this heart of mine.
What happens to dreams that Love chokes out?
“Hey darling, this is a tough city either you ride and die with me
or I find myself a more loyal passenger in this drive”
“Hey my love, this is a tough city either you love all of me, curves and brain
or I find myself someone secure enough to appreciate this ride”
In a lockdown situation, there’s gain and loss
love and its magic doesn’t equalize the playing field
but people are more than things
but you, my love, are more than the clouds I’m chasing
and yet none of us would be willing to admit that they are clouds
that secure you for awhile but are nevertheless clouds
and before you know it, you would be seeking my arms to fall in
but we are more than things
and we never agreed to die for one another
all we want is to live and love
even if that meant in separate ways
It’s so wrong of me to love you this much
I had forgotten how love stings when it doesn’t burn
those who venture too close
It’s not right to you, to me and to the gods
that I would hold such passion for a frail human being like you
of course it’s not you but me
who’s too blind to see that love will sting and burn
until you learn to be proud of the scars as well of the magic
that two can make whenever they become one
There’s already been an agreement that Love is a concept that can’t be described
unless you have felt its warmth lick you upside down and remind you that you are divine
and words weren’t made to capture the length, depth and width of all that you are or coming to be
but the notes of each melody that you create resonates within you distinctly
ascending you higher and higher to expand your joy to fill the universe
Levitating and dislodging tumors brought from outside
Opening secret and moldy rooms within us
Volition for freshness when the light turns green
Ecstatic to be above the rustic and bleak clique of our ghosts.
I have sat at the edges of Time
time and time again
swinging my feet front and back
content of this frailty
which is mine and no one’s else
to carry till the ends of Time
with smile and tears
refusing rest to my eyes
and the warmth of your breast
unless I stumble and think myself safe
in this world made for lions and lambs
Don’t think me cruel then
this love shall always remain
a “what if…”
There’s no question that I am self absorbed
it’s when I touch your heart
that everything gets confusing
I mean look at us
we waste each other
as we go on kissing and stabbing
at each other’s Achilles’ heels
we make stupid statements like
all is fair in love like in war
when we are just too weak
to hold the thorns that are holding
the roses that we are
we say hurtful things like
I’m tired of you
when it’s our hearts that’s stopped pumping
and our smiles from shining
and our hands from holding
too often we have mocked
the quirks and oddities that glued us
now we are spent
in our quest for someone normal
we were fools in love
with no tooth of wisdom
to chew out the ego
and keep this grain of happiness to ourselves
I have a belly full of happiness
It stretches from side to side with joy
once in awhile I just let it out
A laughter that shakes mountains
a song that makes gods weep motherly
a melody that newborns hum
it seems like there’s no end to it
you splash your face over and over
and there’s still some left
to dress your skin in a new scent
to break the stone in your heart
to spill new rivers out of your breast
just enough to twirl galaxies
in another mad dance of love
You tell me that you are broken
and you are convinced that broken pieces
can’t make a home
You let go of my hand
I stand back to look at you
and realize that you are right
because I have made my home in your heart
I see better through the windows of your soul
I hear better with my ear on your chest
listening to your heartbeat calling my name
I tell you once
I tell you twice
I tell you forever
I was homeless till I found you
and now my heart is my home
and you are my heart
two halves that make a home
