Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

Liebster Award

http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/04/23/liebster-award/

 

Thanks mindlovemisery for the nomination.

Even though I choose not to participate in these awards, I was attracted to answering these questions. I suspect I was Socrates in a former life because I LOVE questions.

 

When did you start writing? Was there any specific person, event, or inspiration?

 

03 November 1979 … I began a journal, handwritten at that time, and I have never stopped writing, journaling, songs, poetry … and everything I have written is here on my blog. I still believe originally, writing was my way of creating intimacy, both with myself, and others. And perhaps, that too has never really changed.

Aside from writing do you have other talents?

 

I was a musician for most of my life, dabbled in photography, and I can chirp like a cricket 🙂

What was one of the scariest things you have ever done?

 

Ahhhh … so many, saying "I do" … saying "goodbye" … getting caught on a two-lane railroad bridge with trains coming in each direction and

just having to stand there in between them, both inches away, as they sped past …

 

What do you think happens when we die? Had any near death experiences?

People cry, waste money on flowers, mourn and grieve instead of celebrating the life that was, remembering the good, sharing stories,

and honoring a loved one by living our own lives and never taking anything for granted. (near death … see above LOL)

 

Describe yourself in one sentence

I am every word in every book ever written, burning at 450 F

 

If you had a pen name what would it be?

Jason Christopher Starr

 

What draws you to other writers? (what sort of poems do you like)

Unpretentious talent, honesty, emotional vulnerability, an intangible ability to see and feel and get that down somehow

on paper/or screen … poems are like children, so I like poems that are conceived in love, birthed in pain, and raised to be

themselves, so the cycle may continue …

 

What is the last dream you remember?

 

I have one reoccurring dream, I am in some building, with thousands of doors, but none lead "out" and there is always the sense that I am not

alone, that someone is following me, or chasing me, but I never see anyone else. I have had this dream all of my life and it remains the most

vivid one I ever remember.

 

What is your favorite scent?

My first thought cannot be shared … so, I will say cinnamon.

 

Are you an optimist/pessimist/realist?

 

I am a real, pessimistic optimist 🙂 who doesn’t see the glass as either half empty or half full because I am too busy looking at life and people

to see the glass in the first place.

 

What is your favorite game? (board game, video game, sport whatever)

 

I could say chess, or Scrabble, or basketball, or dwarf tossing, but my favorite game is to encourage others to see who they are,

who they might become, even when they may not know yet.

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Erotica

23 April 2013

Erotica

 

Envisioning you and I, I write my passion in words,

telling private stories for our eyes only. I’m truly

enjoying the power of words, to tease, to arouse …

I invite imagination, fantasy, and pleasure.

We react, giving, receiving, an intimate slow dance

only in our minds, but our heart’s desire makes it real.

I’m not writing fiction, something artificial, I write

about my affection, my passion, my desire for you,

and tell you with words exactly what I would say

to you in the unspoken language of love, of touch,

of trembling and wanting and fulfillment and

satisfaction and release.

My inventiveness is nothing special, it’s my

pleasure to love you, to seduce you … even just with words.

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Heartspeak

23 April 2013

Heartspeak

 

At best, I speak in

abstractions, looking for the

language of the heart,

but somehow you understand

what I am trying to say.

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Switch

23 April 2013

Switch

 

I wish I had a

switch, On, Off, or just Dimmer,

for my stupid heart.

Love would be so easier

if I could just control it.

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And if not

23 April 2013

And if not

 

Why is this so complicated to love you?

How could something so right ever be so wrong?

I understand other things in life intrude,

and only certain puzzle pieces belong,

but for real, true, genuine love shouldn’t we

conquer whatever challenges we might face,

overcome anything eventually,

always believe that together there’s a way?

And, if not, I still do not know what to do

because I cannot ever stop loving you.

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Magnet and Velcro

23 April 2013

Magnet and Velcro

 

She says our hearts are

like magnets,

and I savor the metaphor …

 

Attraction is undeniable,

but unfortunately, at opposite ends,

we repel one another

just as strongly as we are drawn together.

 

We can demagnetize

something that has become

magnetic, but magnets

always retain their magnetism,

unless we remove the essence

that makes them what they are.

 

Magnets can be attracted to,

or repelled by, other magnets

just as easily as they were to one.

And a magnet can attach itself

to so many things, but only

certain things, not everything.

A magnet, by itself,

is still a magnet.

 

So, I suggested,

we are Velcro, an almost

magical, interlocking

interdependency,

strong when attached, but

so easily pulled apart

with that characteristic ripping,

tearing, almost painful sound.

 

Velcro, by itself,

whether hook or loop,

is simply a piece,

one half of a whole,

useless without the other.

 

Perhaps love is a magnet

and you and I are Velcro?

Maybe we need both metaphors,

just as we need each other

to explain us.

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Sonnet XXVIII

23 April 2013

Sonnet XXVIII

 

I love you, for the smile I wake up with,

the joy that fills my heart beyond all words,

I love you for the memories we’ve made,

for mine, for yours, but most of all for ours.

I love you, for every other thought,

throughout my busy day is one of you.

I love you, for opening up my eyes,

to see the goodness that was always there.

I love you, for teaching me to listen,

to the music that is all around me.

I love you, for opening up my heart,

to believe it is truly safe to love.

I love you, for everything we are,

for to me, it’s all that really matters.

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