RESIDES IN US

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by pdoneil

by pdoneil

It resides with us
And within us.
The residues of our minds and hearts
When shattered and torn apart
From that which was intertwined.

It resides with us.
Shattered and torn
Emotions that are shorn.
Losses to the material.
Shaken is the ethereal.

Ripples on the well of our emotions
Cascades into time,
Echoing into the recesses of our minds.
The crest of the waves
Mimics our emotional rage;
Echoing our psychic age.

Echoes of old
To touch and to hold.
The memories of mind, body and soul.

In the troughs of the waves lies shards of Passion and Love
Sent from Heaven below and above.
Shards litters the air;
Anger, Hate and Despair.
Shards sparkles with Sadness
And remembrance of Happiness;
When in the dark we reached to touch
Then softly kissed in a sweet unhurried rush.

As the ripples are dispersed by the break;
As the wave hit the shore
The residue coats our face
We lick and taste
The excess so it does not go to waste.

Another wave crashes into the shore
Its violence erupts and dissipates
Like all the Loves, like all the Hates,
Like a kiss from a fist.
An object that hurts a wrist?
Love without any risk
Would not lead to this.

A kiss from a fist?
Kiss this!
It resides within us.

Broken Love
Love that use to be solid as steel
Now lost and broken is how it feel.
The flame has burned.
Love then turns to rust.
Love then turns to dust.
Just the ash
In which to shower and to wash.

The spirit of us
The essence of we
In the wind floating free.

Heaven has spun and the sky turns
As the Love burns
To ashes, to dust.
From dawn to dusk
Residues of just us.

No more passion to burn.
No lust to churn.
Rust to dust.
Ashes; the spirit of us,
It resides in us.

Love drifts like sand
Sifting through my hands
Love turning to dust
Love turning to rust
As strong as steel
And cold as ice is how it feels.
The residue resides with us.

Masks are the faces that are then worn.
Forgotten are the words that were sworn.
Nothing but masks are now shown.
Etched and sketched with the glad and the sad.
Caricatures outlined with the mad.
It resides in us.

The mirrors of our eyes reveals
As well as conceals
The more I dreamt; the less real you felt.
Moments becomes more surreal.

Dreaming dreaming
The bubble falls.
Shatters
And stains the walls.

I observed your face.
Lust and passion interlaced.
I memorized your smile.
A wish to embrace and to entice
The fire within the ice;
As I worship you as a temple for awhile.

Release the beast
From the hunger; let it feast
A banquet of lust.
Nymphs and Satyrs are just us.

Lonely are we when the love run dry.
Empty are we when no tears to cry.
Residues of us.
Resides in us.

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