Whole Hearted

One does not know true agony until they have loved and lost.

Nor does one know true joy until love has been restored.

The heart speaks without native tongue.

If another’s heart speaks back, embrace them,

With body, mind and soul.

For it is not often a broken heart, once again becomes whole.

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Remembrance.

My mind sways back and forth,

A tree under a storming sky. 

Afterthoughts strewn about,

Branches of regret and loss.

Nostalgic over both pain and joy.

Embrace the past to change the future. 

But we cannot go back,

We are trapped within our minds. 

But with each new seed we plant,

Sprouts remembrance. 

Memorial.

Things that never die. 

Words, like memories,

Are eternal. 

We mold them, shape them,

Nurture them and watch them grow. 

As in all things, 

Let the good out weigh the bad. 

Let your mind’s forest,

Lead you forward in life. 

But don’t forget to look back,

And remember what lurks inside. 

 

The One

gregtheinfinite:

From my other blog.

Originally posted on The Joy Project:

If you are looking for “the one” let me be the first to tell you they do not exist. There are no soulmates. Their is no Mr/Mrs right. There is no such thing as destiny when it comes to love.

Now I probably already lost half of you already, but I stand firm in what I said. There are no soulmates. That is not to say true love doesn’t exist. Because I believe it does. But our westernized view on love is so half-assed and backwards.

We romanticize falling in love so much in the western world that we forget about staying in love. This is part of the reason half of all marriages fail. We expect too much out of love, that ounce the happy-sugarcoated fluffy feelings start to dwindle and you are left dealing with a significant other pissing on the toilet seat or farting in bed. No…

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First Love.

I find solace in the comfortable silence of your arms. 

There is longing, in my heart, for a true kiss. 

But I search for that kiss. 

That kiss that be-stills the crickets,

Dulls the pulses of the world, 

Awakens the hairs on my neck to attention, 

Like soilders in a row.

I aim to reveille in that moment,

Of love…

Untainted by lust.

Breathing in each others breath.

Being reborn under a night sky,

Reaching for the flickering lights in the distance.

Charish it.

 

Embrace it.

Two souls entangled,

Pure.

Fresh.

Unadulterated,

First love.  

 

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