The Melody of Love

"Melodies of fingertips dancing over the strings

of an instrument of love but not knowing what it means 

to make music out of the opportunity at hand.

To just dance to our own beat, our own rhythm and plan

a masterpiece composed between a woman and man.

More specifically, between a heart and a heart.

Love is where 2 songs end & become 1 piece of art." 

It's been a while..

A lot has happened since the last time that I was able to post anything up here. If you were expecting me to make some type of grand return or remarkable reentry back into the Blog arena...then you should probably stop holding your breath because this is probably all you'll get for a "Come Back". I've missed my blog and I'm going to try my best to do some catching up and writing whenever I have the spare time. 

Check back here later!

I WANT To F____..

It seems to me that there is a certain dynamic that plays a very important part in most of the successful relationships I've seen: the people in them are always willing to f___. Think about it, they f___ in the morning, noon, evening, and night. They're constantly inventing newer and exciting ways to f___. I'd even go as far as to say that they hold their relationships together by this simple willingness to f___.

And by f___, I do mean - fight. That's what you were thinking, right?!

Don't be "Scurred"

I learned something new about myself today. Well, actually, it's always been there - I just never recognized it. I have an intense fear of disappointment. So much so, that I never realized that many of my actions clearly display this fact.

This realization came about when I was asked "What do you desire the most for your life?" I have asked this of myself on many occasions, but I never really give it consistent thought or attention. Admittedly, I'll ponder the idea for a bit and daydream of some locations that I want to visit or imagine certain characteristics of the woman that I may potentially want to share my life with, but in the end...I always just let it go...

Why?

Poem: "Beautiful Eyes"

Beautiful eyes that see straight through to the soul.

Behold,

The start of the worst story every told.

Not a lie, but a half truth

"I love you..."

I have to.

I'm half spooked.

Because losing you is my worst fear.

Sad thoughts and worry lurk here, and insecurity brings the hurt near.

It's a curse...we're...dealing with.

I'm feeling sick

Squeamish...bulimia.

'Throwing up' a prayer to keep me from always believing the...

Lies.

Beautiful lies.

Used to cover the ugly truth.

Like whatever hides behind those beautiful eyes whenever you say "I love you too..."

I wrote while I was at work today and I thought it was pretty good so I decided to share. Leave a comment and let me know what you think..