This Pain Compounds I Tell Ya

Often I accidentally find myself re-experiencing this fiery intense love, and the pain caused by loss thereof. Sometimes it’s entirely my fault. Recognizing that, if I try and fight it, it just hits me back in what feels like a vicious impact ten times harder. In many a recalling of the past, experiencing the present, or dreaming of a future, demonstrating the imprint of love in my life for my own better understanding — shapes me and leads me to where I stand here today, both the good and the bad. In this respect, love is the most disruptive and balancing force in the entire universe. Love engenders a power that brings about fierce upheaval, and for us all, experiencing love can often be just as dangerous as it is blissful. It is both a drug that intoxicates us, while also the oxygen we crave and need for our souls to breathe.

I swear to you my compassionate friend

Attempting to scrape the heart of it’s need to find failure’s end

Every night I hold my fingers and thumbs back - to not hit send

Near the ruins, is there a space for crying by the river’s bend?

Were I were a warrior of old

This tear would have fallen upon my sword, not my phone

Her skin shines like a mirror

Held up to the sun’s glory beyond that of ancient Rome

The follies of men are shaved in youth

Yet my heart is not free from her love

I may be doomed to wither in truth

But not these dimensions of love

The pain of separation still continues to compound

I try my best not to die of grief, to bear it quietly, patiently

Separation Sears The Soul

Forenoon by the Ocean