A Reworking Of Love

 

“Never close your mind to whom you have invited to peer in,

I am nothing, you are nothing. Though something dwells within.

At first you were a familiar stranger. No thought of love existed,

Then solos met in duets and our melody persisted.

You brought me to a mode of speech without self editing,

Your face brought a source of light I found worth admitting.

Nothing is sealed in fate. Everyday is a choice,

Could you feel the same without the calm in their voice?

Feel our hand grooves gently grow deeper,

Discard others like souls to the reaper.

A trade of giving oneself over to the other,

A destruction of privacy for the gain of a lover.

It may appear at times you lose identity,

Something uncontrollable, its own entity.

Instinctively you will find a balance in the tether,

Even when apart you will always be together.

A secret bonds us upon every kiss

Hand in hand, we float through the abyss.”

 

Explanation

This poem was created after consuming a lot of chocolate. Not just any old chocolate but Baci. For those who do not know, Baci chocolates come wrapped up with a little piece of paper with a quote about love. Usually from notable people but some anonymous.

I kept a whole bunch of these quotes and wrote them down. Some were superb in simplicity while others were on the verge of being regurgitated into Valentine’s Day card messages.

After seeing them all together I took elements from each quote and tried to embed them into a poem with my own take of love. I did not want the poem to be too romantic but rather a more honest description on what I have experienced.

Below I have listed all the quotes I used for inspiration and would like to thank the authors, Baci and my partner for the material. Enjoy!

Never close your lips to one to whom you have opened your heart. – Anonymous

Love me because without you I can do nothing, I am nothing. – P. Verlaine

I loved you at first sight. And you smile because you know it. – A. Boito

To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart. – Anonymous

Love brought me thence, who prompts my speech. – Dante Alighieri

Your face is the sun, and the sound of your words is harmony. – Veronica Gambara

To love is a choice and a kiss seals that choice. – Anonymous

He who wants to be loved needs to become lovable. – Proverbio

Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be. – G. Sand

A friend to all is a friend to none. – A. Schopenhauer

My soul is with you, I will give you love in exchange for love. – Eloisa

Love does not destroy: indeed, it makes you perfect. – Tommaso d’Aquino

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. – Aristotele

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart. – Honore de Balzac

A kiss is a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear. – E. Rostand

A friend is by your side, is loyal through thick and thin. – Brunetto Latini

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh

Hello there, me again

The voice inside your head you ignore

Just wanted to let you know

That everyone you love is going to die

That you will most likely die a painful death

And it doesn’t even matter

The world is going to shit anyway

Your government is probably lying to you

Everyone is becoming a fat keyboard warrior

Drooling over the fact that Queen B blinked

That you like to think you’re an individual

Yet the ongoing spread of communication

Means we have all become clichés

That the most joy you get in life

Is living through fictional characters

And that people are progressively more repugnant

You are glad if you don’t see another human being for a whole day

You will most likely work in a job you hate

For your very short life

To save up enough money

For some underpaid carer to forget to shower you

So you can sit there in old age

And think what a waste of time and space our society has become

But hey, you will die

Hopefully you live somewhere where euthanasia is legal

That’s all

quick thought

prisoners in our own heads
knowing the holes you can fall down
knowing how society works
yet you can’t curb your own anxiety
you can diagnose yourself
give yourself prescriptions
but you can also disregard everything
because that’s what you tend to do
staring down at your mess
like a drunk stares into the galaxy of their vomit
acknowledging helplessness
laughing along with it
millions of people lost in their mirrors
convincing themselves they aren’t crazy
not realising how normal they are
pretending everything they say is what they mean

Point of S(t)ale

in a darkened building

she is behind a counter

there is a long line of shadows

waiting on her

filling the space with decaying breath

she feels around for a screen

or a till stashed full of money

nothing is switched on

she is helpless

but the shadows refuse to leave

with their yellowing nails

clutching this and that

a lot of time has past

the urgency makes her teeth grind

they only care for themselves

she lies on the floor in desperation

they can not see her there

she knows it is childish

she is tired of being gawked at

despite the feeling that she is in trouble

it is a relief

unusually soft too

a body grabs her

she sits up

sticks her hand out

on to her bedside table

the counter seems to vanish

with the realisation

that her partner is embracing her

from behind

in their double bed

far removed from registers

from customers

her heart beat slows

she is in her favourite place

although

it feels like the shadows linger

always wanting

always waiting

unrelenting servitude

in an unending cycle

The Full Moon

the full moon

watched by a silent soul

noting the intensity of its glow

wondering if its an eerie coincidence

that it reminds them of the one they loved

who died ten years ago

as if the universe is giving a poetic reminder

to never let the memory fade

they feel it is a significant moment

with the moon a witness to their grief

the full moon

shines on another

doped up and done with the night

sprawled in a park

preying to anybody that would listen

that they will wake up to see the new day

caught up in the high

the moon catches their eye

a reminder of their loneliness

in the great scheme of things

 

the full moon

it offers itself as a beacon of light

in the literal sense

an icon for romance

and many other metaphors

the audience member

of the world

will listen when we howl

and that is all

Egomaniac

with every coffee you drink

it’s funny to think

it’s all for your Instagram

and all the pretty girls

that slip from your grasp

oh how they laugh

and say they dodged a bullet

because you’re full of it

you’re scared of fading out

as a forgotten soul

blurring into commitment

not filling that hole

you prefer the drama

it makes you feel important

so you can say life is hard

oh poor you

with your edgy Polaroids

thriving in your fake misery

your relationship f**k-ups

are simply future conversation points

at another back yard party

own your bullshit

don’t drag others down with it

 

 

 

Seeing Patterns

If you go looking for patterns you will find them

Not because they are there but because

You will them to be

A river over time will corrode into the earth

A sketch seen from space

With an expanding system

Determined by various factors we ignore and

Only see that the river’s fingers creep out

Like the neurons in our brains

Or the veins keeping us together

Surely these networks or links

By coincidence also look like

The roots and branches of a tree

Is it an earthly code

Or just the combination of

Gravity

Odds

Detail

Do not read too far in and forget

That words were created by humans

Which are made of atoms

The same as a word

Made of letters

Made of ink or pixels

Made of atoms