this.nettle.flower

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   there is a whisper hush that
  slips between the bars and
unbinds the nestles that creep within the cage of
      calcium twisted heart-mongers i

    don’t think there is a
  new way to say but
        what i want to say is
      that this flower has flowered so
   bright and i
       can hardly speak so joyousfilled is
   all that whelms and over

you are
    that star that flashes across
          the night sky makes
     the other stars seem like echoes of a truth

     i thought i
   no, i did know but
      but it was different and
     this is just gentle but
    so truebelief and
             how could ihave
   spilled so much ink on
        all that passion all that
             impossible dreams of
    something that equated in the moment but
  in the end the math just wasn’t right.

              when i say
     and mean
icouldloveyouforalifetimeandmore
       it is for the first time not a
stretching towards a whatiwant

          i see the dazzle in the past and
  in that dazzle strove to find my blood’s mate but
          now i’mlearning (through your flesh) that
      dazzle is no substitute for substance or for
    truer truth.

youthough are that
            simply good and ease but not too easy but just
     ease and right and simple and

                when i whisper in my sleep that
    i could be happy in a lifetime of friendship than
         i somehow mean it and
             what does that mean for me?

   where can i?
         do you show me a path that
    love does not have to fit passionatefaking to truelovemaking but
         can hold truelove as the fullest ideal?

   or?

         is there to be an emptiness almostwhathave that
      striving and surrender to the
not quite but

        i
    could
       love
   you
       for
      your
           life
   and
       mine
    and
       they
       would
be
as
     rich
         as
    brandywine.

                                      this nettle flower
      purple in the filter sun
               is
     true in its truth and
      does not need a return to
     fulfill that truth but
                

  i would lie a million lies to say
that i did not
                        wishwishwishwishwish
            that you
      would
   love melike the sunandmoonandstarsandyouaretheone

          but i cannot chase
   cannot pursue down rocky trails because
     ive done that and won that and in
the end
           it ends and
leaves you with that
knowledge certain that
    yes, i did that and
      yes i did that and
    i will not do that i will
i am
        so worthy of a love that burns this way
    burns up not with passion i wrought but with truth that lies far
  deeper than passion ever could and

      i will not surrender and
i will not apologize for
                    what i scream forth is honesty unbridled by fear
and
       honestly unabashed and
          i am the true face of god
  reflecting down and shining out and
                       i will not be hushed

   though a thousand voices cry to me i
     will not be hushed i
        will eternal love and
  though in failure i will find a lonelieness as deep as abysmal depths i
       will still hold on
cling on
to

that truth that
     truth that
  i know so deep that
             i will loveandloveandloveandlove
  beyond compromise beyond
     those empty promises that drip forth from mouths
tender and luscious fruit

mine are
      what can never be denied or feared or rejected or
   i ask nothing and will
      never flee so

youre stuck with me.

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