i loved her. so on my team. posies and all.
our team all the way.
definately want her on our team!
If only she could find it in her heart and limbs to love me as she loves nessamonster.
one day it will be obvious why not to mourn the love that wasnt yours.
i shall spread the petals of one thousand posies on that love’s grave.
I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow
And called out
“It tastes sweet, does it not”
“You’ve caught me” Grief answered
“and you’ve have ruined my business.
How can I sell sorrow
when you know its a blessing””
One night a man was crying,
His lips grew sweet with the praising,
until a cynic said,
“So! I have heard you
calling out, but have you ever
gotten any response?”
The man had no answer to that.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.
He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,
in a thick, green foliage.
“Why did you stop praising?”
“Because Iâ€™ve never heard anything back.”
“This longing you express is the return message.”
The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
that whining is the connection.
There are love-dogs
no one knows the names of
Give your life
to be one of them.