Revolutionary Poems: Meeting the One

As I sat about lonely and hopeful, I realized that my loneliness was really just a desire for company. A desire rooted in love. So my loneliness was a part of love, good or bad...

Meeting the One

Love is company,

Good or bad

It is lustful and wispy

Like the fog strewn land, misty with dew

It is a Lonely that lingers

-- like a kidney stone….in

The gut, in the stomach, in the lung, and in the rib too

It leaves you like a frog leaping straight up

When you can feel his shadow pressing down

Foreboding the fact he is still there

Love is lusty

It makes you want it

It makes you need it -- it needs you

Something other

When….you seek it,

You don’t admit it

It’s the other in you deciding first

So your feet follow

And you walk a border

To make it all stay

-- and go away

-- Maybe that’s why we like claiming land so much?

We are lines we keep drawing,

Love is our only bride

She makes us think like we don’t want to

And when we acknowledge we want her?

She’s not always on our side,

But she is patient, and she is kind

And when she comes, you rewind

It’s why we hurt, it’s why we linger

Why we breath, not why we sneeze -- unless you love your cat you're allergic to….

But love is what makes us; So…. 

Know that I love you when you’re the postman and I wave

Know that I love you and you’re my husband when I cave

Know that I love you and you’re the boy I let down

Know that I love you -- just the way that you sound

I love you; I love you

You’re all around �" 

And the pain that I’m feeling,

It’s in the ground

Under the name Sanders

Beneath the tomb

Long forgotten,

Lingering and painful

Sweet and sorrowful and gone

Just a ghost that lingers on wispy cold days

I love you; I love you, please stay

The Lonely that’s in me, that gobbles me up

It’s not getting me

And I feel you, beside the fangs

I whisper on hollowed, skull caged lips

“Come get me”

But I wait like the dead,

Patient and earthly

The pain that lingers -- always in the grave -- just over me

Is but a lullaby

And I hate when I stab another under the eye

` -- or in the toe

With a foot that is kicking like a dream not let up

I love you, I love you, please stay

       Please come away

I promise I won’t love the boy I don’t

I promise to love the one I do

I promise to love myself and my friends

And to treat everyone as a friend

I won’t act on the lonely and I will be patient

I’ll find you and kiss you and --

Linger in the garden where there is a grave

Named Sanders

And flowers cover it

And when mist rises up

And covers your once kicked in toes

I’ll hold you like I’m your bones

And wrap myself around you like I’m your blanket

And we’ll enjoy the mist together

And feed our pet lonelies sedative scraps

Because lonelies are part of us and sometimes they’re wise

And they’re independent and respective on the occasional time

And we’ll be so warm together that we’ll --

Be very kind

-- So we feed the lonelies like our pets

And smile as their sleepy tails wag

Snoring with a song we remember well

That of the pain on a reminiscent day

And how it shaped us to today where

-- We’re locked at the lips and the hips and the tongue then the lung

And the kidney and the stone at health and wealth

And poorly and sickly too, by the hand -- finger nails singular between us

And palms smiling as I --

Kiss you

And say sleep well

As we daze in our lonely cage on a misty morning wispy about kissing our struck toes and hung eyes that are

Full of life and love and amazing and touch

To see the sight before us which

Used to bore us

Is lovely now like everything

-- with you, love

Author's Note

Comments are welcome, and if you're lonely, I hope you know that means you're living and you're searching, loves. We're here for you.