What I have learnt about: Life and love

Life: There are so many different ways of looking at it, just as there are so many approaches to interpret art, music or literature.

One thing is for certain: we are all, one way or another, trying to seek happiness – whatever we interpret that to be.

In a society that seems to favour seeking money over love, our route to happiness seems to leave us to decide upon which is the better destination to have in mind for the course of the journey.

Sometimes I find myself searching my heart and asking the same questions over and over:

What do I want in life? Is it money? Is it love? Is it possible to master both and therefore obtain ultimate happiness?

And then suddenly I am prompted by a few words from the bible: “You cannot serve both God and money”.

The words seem to ring resoundingly clear. Whether you’re a Christian or not is irrelevant. After all, we are all serving something by catering to its needs and trying to impress it.

When in a relationship, the only person you most deeply care about is your other half. In loving them, you want to assure their happiness and not just your own. It is a free-flowing joyous exchange of give and take, like blessing and receiving.

There really is nothing more blessed than being truly in love. For once life just seems so FULL and brimming over with the amazing love that you and your partner share. It is as if you are living two separate lives simultaneously: the one you have always dreamed of living and knew you were capable of living, contrasted against the one which reality calls you to: the mundane, the ordinary, the everyday…

True love is in fact, none of these things. It goes above and beyond because it is EXTRAORDINARY. Those who have come to know it are both fortunate and unfortunate; but to know it is infinitely better to have never known it at all.

This brings me to say that there is a time for everything, just as the book of Ecclesiastes says in the bible. Perhaps you have been arrested by Love’s stronghold and drowned in its deep and beautiful waters, perhaps you have not. And I use such language to describe it because falling in love is exactly that: falling and surrendering yourself into the arms of the person who loves you the most, but sooner or later, you will hit something – and usually – it’s reality. Sometimes people fall so hard that they never really recover. Others are still falling and may be fortunate enough never to collide with any such obstacle as time or reality or whatever it may be.

But your time will come too. If not now, then soon. There is a time to love and a time to be loved. One day you may be blessed enough to have both of these handed to you on a platter at the same time… but maybe this is not for you right now.

Either way, just remember that we are all desperate souls seeking some form of love, happiness, salvation… you name it! There is someone out there who might need you and in that time it is right that you serve them in whichever way you see fit.

So stop chasing dreams and begin to hold life lightly in your hands. It is precious and not to be smothered!

The Well Of Forgotten Dreams

Looking down upon

The botched up plans

Crafted in fact

By my own youthful hands

Now lying in the stagnant waters

Of a well of forgotten dreams

 

Remembering that

Not everything is how it seems;

The love we rested upon

Is not as strong as it used to be

But a scattered reflection

In which I sought

The security and protection

That is no longer there

Only a vacant and hollow stare

Gazing back at me

From the well of forgotten dreams.

Let Us Marry

Let us marry these thoughts to the dust

Allowing all that is impertinent

To turn to rust

 

Imparting our love in youthful hands

That shook,

We read each other’s minds

Like words from a book

 

Turning, ever turning

To catch the expression written on your face

Whilst your eyes burn in desire

And you lead me to that place where

 

Hope becomes the mirror

In which I gaze upon you my lover

And the world goes quiet

For we need only each other

Mourning Song

When lovers are lost

What battle is won?

Nay, there is none.

For what are we

But mourners searching

For the love that was begun?

 

Between the soft sheets

Where we lay in amorous embrace

Admiring the jigsaw symmetry

Made by our bodies’ shapes

 

As our souls sang and danced

In perfect unison

We bathed in the comforting truth

That no love as great as this

Could be outdone

 

Until the words

“too good to be true”

Started ringing ominously loud

And started to smother our love

In its pre-burial shroud

 

Before there had ever been

A proposal to marry

Fate found a reason

That such treasured dreams

Should be tarried

 

And so now all that remains

Are ghosts whispering

Those old words in my head

Constantly taunting me

That the only love

I live to regain is dead.

Touched By Displacement

Touched, untouched

The feeling slowly fading

Of the imprint you left upon my skin

Once pervading, but now is no more…

 

What power led us to tragically abandon

The Love that walked through our door?

 

I know neither how, when nor why

Those old feelings were displaced

Chased by so disgraceful a Lust

They scarpered, leaving no trace…

 

Now it is as if

They were completely rubbed out;

Erased into oblivion

The unspeakable vacancy within

Shows what I am missing

 

And therein such beautiful irony exists:

Whilst seeking so deep and meaningful

A connection, there was no value, no substance

In your lips that I kissed

 

Only a dreadful reminder of that which

I could not face:

 

The discovery of a greater love

That could so easily have my one true

Sweetheart replaced.

Direction To The Heart

Threads of sincerity entwined with curiosity

Leading me down a haunted road

Pointing in the direction of your heart

Where I have decided to make my home

 

Please don’t think me crude

For I have not taken your tenderness for granted

Yet the cause for cessation is too late

As the seeds of love have already been planted…

 

Into my veins whilst I lay softly asleep;

Was it Cupid’s arrow that pierced me

Or a love bug’s venomous bite

From which I will reap?

 

Whatever it may be is

Swimming beneath the surface of my skin

Awakening my mind to the sensations

That lay subdued therein

 

Waiting, ever waiting

For the sweetness that causes

Love again to be revived

The sweetness without which

I do not think I could survive

The Rest Of Our Days

Here was the tide

Chasing us to sleep

 

Underneath the moonlight

Where we shared

Each other’s dreams

 

Covered by a blanket of stars to keep us warm

Not forgetting the bottle of wine

To keep us from feeling forlorn

 

Whilst rolling in the sand

The grains collected in our hair and in our ears

As we shook off the tumultuous tremor

Caused by future fears

 

And lay in the carefree splendour

Of a slightly drunken haze

 

Deciding that this is the kind of life

In which we will spend

 

The rest of our days.

A Longing To Belong

Yours was the name

That so oft hung upon my lips;

Yours so beautiful and seductive

That I still long to kiss

 

On my tongue still rolls

That sweet dreamy taste

Of days filled with a kind of loving

That knew not the word ‘haste’

 

Instead it glided smoothly

Betwixt us; I unbeknownst

That such heavenly rapture

Could on Earth have existence

 

And yet with its so swift departure

I am forced to start anew;

Eradicating ecstasy

And the only love I found to be true

 

To become the very shadow, the very dream

Of sublime femininity that I crave;

A hopeless longing

For the soft female touch that

Will surely go with me to the grave

Living Inside Your Reality

Living inside your reality withers me away

Whilst the lost words I sought to profess

Lie wrapped in a decaying shroud of death.

 

How I have longed to write the words

To win myself back into your heart

But what use is there,

When the lover has been written no part?

 

Everything is but a false sense of security

Into which we are deluded entirely;

A sedative of apathy force-fed to us blindly

 

Meanwhile Beauty waits for me

To rescue her away from the hapless reality

With which she abides;

My choice is left to no other:

Fight against it or else she dies

 

Even to the extent of causing myself abundant sorrow and loss;

The grief of tomorrow is the price that it will cost…