THE BOOK OF LOVE

"Inspired by Peter Gabriel's song, The book of love"

The book of love, is long and boring,
And written very long ago
But they's so much it holds
It's like watching the night sky
And viewing the past

But I........
I loved it when read to me
And you.......
You can read me anything

The smiles we paint,
The happy tears we once had on our faces
And the moments that will forever be in precious history books, our hearts.

But I......
I loved it when you sang for me
And you.....
You can sing me anything

Life, flowers, and heart-shaped boxes
Things we are all too young to know of
Now shall we sign our names in this book
And only I hope the one laying next to you
Loves the pilgram soul in you.

But I......
I loved it when you gave me things
And I......
I was about to get us wedding rings

"The book of love, is long and boring
No one can lift the damm thing
It's full of charts, facts and figures,
And instruction for loving"

I wrote this

Listening and dancing to this melody

Thoughts came through, pass by so to say

Remembering our journey, just a while back, just me and you

When you meant a great deal to me

When the smiles on your face, shined my days

When even my own words couldn't explain it better

So it all became tears down the chin,

Dropping to the water flowing under the bridge

And changing its colour to sorrows

I cried, trust me I did

 

We didn't move to better places, we just grow older and clearer

We don't have a perfect life, we just don't care any more, because there's really nothing better life could throw at us

And I suppose it doesn't have to make sense now

And I suppose we all tasted our moments of glade grace

 

All you can do at this moment, is smile back with your head held up high, and pride, and pain, and better hopes, for a better new journey, a fair one.


-P. The Son Of Soil

Pain, Love and Poetry

I bleed from my heart.. Now that we're apart...

When I had you I thought it's forever.. Now it's clear it was never...

Loving you was all I could try.. But each time you looked me in the eye you fed me more lies...

Your embrace and tender kiss.. Just the things am sure gonna miss...

Thinking about you my thoughts run few.. You know I loved you, you know it's true...

These eyes were never ment to cry.. I won't waste a single tear saying bye...

I know love is blind.. Coz I have you on my mind...

Though the pain's so deep.. Wounds heal but the scars we keep...

Pain, Love and Poetry... 

Poem: Wild Love, by Wayne Visser

WILD LOVE

For some, love is tame

It is cute and cuddly

Like an adorable pet

Tail-waggingly happy

Purringly content

I have known this tame love

It did not last

Now, I know a different kind of love

A love that is wild

That is nervous and ferocious

Skittish and temperamental

One moment, it trusts enough to approach

The next, it bites the hand that feeds it

Such wild love can never be tamed

To cage it is to kill it

Any attempt at domestication

Denies its true nature

Wild love is sometimes fierce

And sometimes it is shy

Yet always it returns

Again and again

Seeking acceptance

Each time a little less afraid

A little less aggressive

Wild love always hurts

But the wounds it inflicts

The pierce of fangs

And the rake of claws

Are nothing but self-defence

For wildness is never malicious

This love comes from the shadows

It is born in the wilderness

It hunts in jungle and canyon

Prowls across desert and plain

Soars over ocean and peak

It is ever vigilant

And breathlessly alive

Wild love can never be conquered

It cannot be bought or won

Only earned, with patience

Patience that teaches understanding

Understanding that builds trust

Trust that creates safety

So that love’s caring instincts can take over

In love’s wild embrace

Defence gives way to protection

Aggression turns into passion

Fighting becomes playful

Wounds have a chance to heal

Even so, love is never subdued

To love is to risk injury

Flesh wounds are part of living

Bleeding is part of loving

And loving without restraint

Or fear of consequences

Is the way of the wild

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