poems

here is a love poem, I wrote for this guy who I liked
Are you waiting for love to fall down and rain on you drench you so you are soaked to the bone of endless unconditional love that has filled the sky with black clouds as far as you can see. do you want to be tossed over and turned around in the currents of love, that you find yourself swimming with the fishes and running from the sharks. Do you dive deep and go all the way to the bottom of a matter until you hit the rock bottom. do you find purpose in the sponge that never moves but takes in its prey based on curosity alone. Do you feel the heat radiating off of someone or their coldness in confrontation saying all the things you begged them not to know about you. Are you in your worest light, in the sun and are you in the best light by the moon on the beach. When does it feel right to you how do you know when things are just right for you to lay next to them and breath them in as you think of all the what ifs. How do you know when you have opend up or when you are stone cold. When can you feel my embrace and when would you rather be alone. How can you lay besides me everynight and never say a word, but perhaps the warmth that you radiate by my company. How can I sing your praises but never hear an explination for the words that I say but they never come back to me. An endless void that I toss my whole soul into guts and brain and the only things that comes back to me is my heart more complete then I ever though it could be. you may not be able to solve the puzzles of my heart but you can hand it back to me a little more togeather then when I gave it to you. And in our silent exchange for your heart for mine, I can feel the courage building behind your eyes from behind the shadows, I help you gain strength, and in this silent duet we both somehow grow togeather.

How responsiable is someone in a given period of time, are you responsiable for the endless future or the endless past. Are you responsiable for everything that you think all the what ifs that can float inside of a person's head. and where they possibly lead to back to you heart of to unwanted dangers behind corners of conrener that you can not see. what lays underneath all the rules the social rules, the money rules the etablishments above ground and bellow, what lays between them an endless responsibility of not letting things grow to high or to low, like the building Donald Triump wanted to build, or the debth of the black market for organs. How deep and low do we let things go before authority steps in and how high do we let ourselves grow until it seems like equality has been comprimised. When do we give freedom to all the what ifs in our heads and let them play out as they please and when do we reign them in with the voice of comprimise because even our what ifs can not cut the corners or reality even our what ifs are grounded catagorized and thrown into the box of fears and exscapment. even my own what ifs can't change the footsteps of authority that direct me into doing what is rational . Even my own hopes, dreams and desires do not have the weight of solid ground in them. It is only my courage that continues to break through the wall of acceptance into unkown or walked upon territory.