Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

with love, one last time

09 August 2015

 

 

(for Tammy … with love, one last time)

 

Far too many hurtful words

from two hearts, broken.

Silently, I listen, weep.

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for example, love

23 July 2015

 

Even the purest

must, necessarily, be

tainted by our flaws.

 

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I must forget

11 July 2015

 

I must forget, I scold myself severely,

yet, although I understand myself quite clearly,

I find that it is impossible to do.

The more I try, the more I think about you.

I have prayed through a litany of techniques,

old, tried and true, or fanciful and unique.

If only I might be absolved of this debt –

I must forget.

 

My mind, at times, seems so easy to distract,

my heart a bit more difficult to retract.

I simply cannot understand this at all,

it shouldn’t be this hard to erect a wall,

impenetrable, and never brought to mind,

let no thought of you ignore my Keep Out sign.

Perceive no choice, nor promulgate regret –

I must forget.

 

 

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Hero

03 July 2015

 

Each hero embarks, the quest like a fire,

to answer the call, fulfill the desire,

 

Ambiguous meanings tease mysteries

with plans within plans, like tangents to seed.

 

Journey’s a process, uniquely designed,

dross from the gold, discarded, refined.

 

The Grail is the same, ‘though different for each,

learning is subtle, not so what we teach.

 

No followers unchanged, regardless who leads,

no ground left fallow, no Truth unreceived.

 

Be strong, take courage, so many before,

dared ask the questions, created the lore.

 

Each of our stories, the journeys we live,

enlarges the mysteries, and the myths.

 

Heroes are those who go and return,

changed by the journey, by what they have learned.

 

We still need heroes, there are debts we still owe,

to all those who went so we too might go.

 

My journey’s in words, but what will yours be?

Be someone’s hero, be yourself, simply be!

 

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I asked

30 June 2015

 

The Oracle said I should get to know me

but each time I look the mirror image flees

I’ve turned on my Shadow, trying to see,

but caught naught even a faint glimpse of me.

 

I’ve asked every question, answered a few,

sought the opinions of anyone I knew,

from the outside in and inside out too,

I’m afraid it’s impossible to do.

 

I’ve studied the theories, walked every path,

tried science, religion, Hell, even math,

but knowing myself I simply can’t grasp,

(methinks the Oracle may have just laughed).

 

Beginning, and End might all be the same,

and knowing myself, a game to be played,

perhaps the Oracle shouldn’t be blamed,

I asked the question, I kindled this flame.

 

 

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I dream of

30 June 2015

 

I dream of endless Fridays,

where we’re loving in the moment,

not rainy days of doubt and fear,

when love’s destroyed by inner torment.

 

I dream of soft and tender touch,

when fragile words need not be said,

when our hearts released from what once was,

bravely speak the truth instead.

 

I dream of understanding why,

our worlds are never black and white,

of living in the in-between,

two idiots, together, sharing life.

 

I dream not of perfection,

eight or nine good days out of ten,

but through each moment life will bring,

you’re simply with me where I’ve been.

 

Too often castles in the air,

breed nothing but fairytale dust,

but I dream with eyes wide open,

choosing still to believe in us.

 

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indebted

12 June 2015

 

absentmindedly, she

runs fingers through hair, unaware

I seethe with jealousy,

wishing mine were hers, there.

 

across her lips, I admit,

my thoughts have strayed, ill behaved,

with hunger, bit, a gentle lick,

she knows not how I crave.

 

The way she moves, I cannot prove,

but I suspect her intent,

nothing new, she always knew

exactly what she meant.

 

if skin to skin, I’d begin

and never cease in pleasing,

such joyful sin, again, again,

I’d repay for all her teasing.

 

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unstoppable

12 June 2015

 

The gentlest flower

can coax the hardest stone to move

when it’s reaching for the sun.

 

A heart, needs only yearn.

 

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Impoverished

11 June 2015

 

I always give, always please,

almost guaranteed,

and always unselfishly,

never take, or think of me,

expect reciprocity,

hope someone might meet my needs.

My well is sadly empty,

no one cares enough to see,

for once, I wish it could be

entirely about me.

 

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