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Maja, you are so very special, as special as the tree you are, as special as the many flowers. Full of color, so loving, so caring, and oh, so very, very special.
A normal tree, you are not. You do not grow within a lush forest, a forest, you do not need. Upon the most dead of land you grow, yet you live, strength you grow upon.
Your tree is not one of the leaf, it is one of the flowers. Always at bloom, your tree is. Many shapes, many sizes, multicolored they are. Your imagination, creates them, the flowers.
This tree, these flowers, my shelter, you have created for me. How sweet it is to know, one has someone so special. Someone willing to give strength, wisdom, protection, and love so free, and yet so easily.
I love you Maja, my shelter, my strength Giving tree, my beautifully colored flower. You are my life, so special, you are, you are what I live for.
the ILLUMINATE CRADLE OF THE EVER-CHANGING STARS. THE SHADOWY EFFECT WITHOUT THE SHELTERING TREE. THE PROWLING TERRITORY OF THE CAT. THE HOME OF THE BAT. THE ANCIENT BALLROOM OF ALL PARTIES. THE LOVERS SWEETLY NEEDED PARADISE. THE SHROUDED GIFT FOR THE THIEF. THE HORRID MONSTER BENEATH THE BED. THE SAVAGE CREATURES WITHIN THE CLOSET. THE ABSENCE OF LIGHT.
IS IT BAD OR IS IT GOOD. SHOULD IT BE TRUSTED, SHOULD IT BE MISTRUSTED. IS IT WITH CHARACTER, IS IT WITHOUT CHARACTER. IS IT HORRIFIC, IS IT TERRIFIC. SHOULD IT BE YEARNED FOR, SHOULD IT BE HIDDEN FROM. IS IT WONDERFUL OR IS IT WONDERLESS.
PHASES PASS, PHASES COME. SO MYSTERIOUS, SO PEACEFUL, SO SILENT. THE ABSENCE OF LIGHT.
Courage has many meanings to everyone a different feeling. One may see a man willing to die for his country as Courage so is it. A second may see a man willing to fight for his country as Courage so is it. A third may see a man who is not willing to die nor fight for his country as courage so is it.
To ignore or to otherwise slip out of a situation where others might feel the urge to fight for ones self is Courageous to some. So what does Courage mean? How can it be explained or can it even. I believe Courage can never truly be explained by ones self without argument.
Individuals see Courage as they see fit not as another sees it. Why give my opinion of what Courage is I am after all an individual. Is Courage even something at all or just a simple meaningless word. Well I don’t know you decide you are after all an individual too.
Love is but a boat adrift a sea of hope. Free it is you see.
Trees a blowing always new always old. Grass a growing tall or just maybe short. Nature is so peaceful. Streams and brooks shining as they reflect the sun. Even the lowly mud puddle glimmers a bit. Nature is so beautiful.
Eagles nesting atop our great mountains. Deer grazing among the dancing trees. Nature is just extraordinary. Bees, Ants, even Spiders are gloriously tame. Bacteria’s and Viruses even help sometime. Nature is so mysterious.
Nature is so beautiful. Nature is so peaceful. Nature is so mysterious. Nature is just so very damn extraordinary.
From a distance, through the leafage It’s so hard to really see. Over the miles, bread without butter One really misses the other. From a distance, within the presence of a nark Days are so dark. Over the miles, it seems so phony, Life can get so lonely.
Apart as we are, a hive of honeyless bees, One can merely grieve. So faraway, a self-imposed cudgeling, One must dearly suffer. Apart as we are, a dog without his bark within the isolation of his own larva. So faraway, a peasant so very lowly without the heartwarming feeling of a home.
From a distance with ease one talks of the reserved. Over the miles timeless problems are so unconservative. Apart as we are the unknown begins to surface. So faraway one sees the other as their redeemer.
From a distance it is so easy to forget. From a distance it is so easy to remember. From a distance it is so hard to forget to remember.
There is always and always will be a War. This War is an ancient one. A never ending War between Good and Evil, Wrong and Right, Black and White.
Evil may win a Battle or two. Wrong may become earthly Right. Black may overcome White. This it seems is very likely.
Still though Good will win such Battles two. Right may obviously stay; Wrong may die off. White merges with Black only to become a brighter White. This I guess is just as likely too.
It is a never-ending ancient War of course, This War between Good and Evil. Let us leave it at that I would guess. Time shall surely tell.
Two of the same yet each different. Born rich, poor, or just middle of the road. Each sharing in the others accomplishments. Each sharing in the others troubles yet doing so with little argument, doing so in kindness and kinship.
The two many times throughout life disagree. Calling each other names and swearing at one another. Everything one could imagine and sometimes more: You did this, You did that, How could you.
Badger one though to see what might occur. Surprisingly they will stand side by side arguing with not against as shortly before.
Friends they are not nor are they lovers in definition at least they are not.
True friendship is hard to come by, just as with love it is not a one-way street. Both sides must try, though it may seem so difficult. Impossible to overcome the difficulties it may seem. Impossible to beat the others differences it will seem. One must remember how different, two are raised. The ‘Beast’ will fall, if this one sees. The ‘Beast’ will fall if each player changes just a bit for the other.
Society will try to effect the situations outcome. A decision though is a personal thing. An opinion of sorts for just one person. An opinion of likes and dislikes, a private thing.
Not everyone is alike, all are different, from birth till death. Some have brown hair, some have blond, and still others have black or maybe red. None of these physical features should effect ones decision. Some are heterosexual, some are homosexual, and still others are bisexual. This like the physical features should not sway ones decision. Society may frown on the later two but a friend should not. A true friendship is hard to come by yet a willingness to change and an unbiased decision shall bring forth a lasting one.
So Utterly Important you are to me. every aspect from your smile to your warm heart. as beautiful as one could imagine your smile is, as are you. your hugs and your soft kisses are as reassuring as life itself. your voice when together or apart keeps discomfort at bay. I love you for love itself is comprised of you almost entirely. you are more then I could ever need, more then I could have ever asked for. love is you at least in my eyes love is you.
All of me is just as important as one could be. my hugs, my kisses, my smile so needed they must be by you. learning from you as I am is hard for love is new to me. I love you as you have taught me how too. one could say much though as generous and loving as I’ve become. love is me I think at least others see it so.
Us kissing, hugging, laughing, planning a life together is special. Our love and trust for each other is an unusual thing. us as one is better then us as separates. one could and likely would say love is you, love is me, love is us together.
Who is to say what’s wrong and what’s right? Why I ask is abortion wrong while not getting one is right? Who is to say what’s extraordinary and what’s just ordinary? Who is to say what’s right and what’s wrong? Who is to say what’s just ordinary and what’s extraordinary? Why are the poor just ordinary while the rich are so extraordinary? Who is to say what’s improper and what’s proper? Why is wearing jeans and a T-shirt improper while a suit is proper? Who is to say what’s normal and what’s strange? Who is to say what’s proper and what’s improper? Who is to say what’s strange and what’s normal? Why is being gay so strange and being straight so normal? Who is to say what makes since and what does not? Why is it that one idea makes since and another does not? Who is to say one person is beautiful or cute and another is not? Who is to say what does not make since and what does? Who is to say one person is not cute or beautiful and another is? Why is it that the man with deformities is not cute and the one without is? Who is to say, why, I wonder?
Skies so clear, Air so warm, Days so long, Nights so short, Life so easy.
Flower covered fields so full of life so bright. Blue, Red, Orange, Purple and all shades of, What a sight. Strands of Green here and there, like police, separating an overflowing riot of Colors. Stem to Stem the Colors subdue the Green, as if it only natural, as if Siblings or Lovers.
Skies so gray, Air so cool, Days so short, Nights so long, Life so hard.
Flower covered fields so full of anticipated fear. Blue, Red, Orange, Purple and all shades of, A darkened image mirrored. Strands of Yellow here and there, like police, overrunning a dismal riot of Colors.
The Colors finally subdued, the Army of Yellow celebrates as the Flowers regroup for Spring and Summers return.
Mother Nature teaches many lessons. Wisdom is her shining crown. There are many lessons, they are so obvious. Just look around.
When the wind is so prominent Mother Nature caresses her children lovingly. The rain is not uncaring of her it is her way of replenishing the earth. Snow is her gifts to those she loves, icy flowers of beauty each slightly different then the next. Warmth is satisfaction in herself for she is so capable of love so strong.
It would be nice to feel that warmth, and rain, and snow, and wind for one. I strive for that, we all should, it is just one of the many lessons.
One year ends so another may begin. Life does not start anew. Turned back the clock is not.
The seasons, day, night: Warm winters, holidays, cool summers occur for eternity again and again. Yet time ticks on.
Sadness, tragedy, happiness, blessings: Joy anew in birth, grieving anew in death, miraculously they all begin again, Yet time ticks on.
All is not good, all is not bad: All must change, nothing must change, change occurs, only to occur again, Yet time ticks on.
One year begins so another may end. All to come just passed. So fear death not.
Such a dreaded month it was. We dreaded its horrid approach. We hated everything about it. Such sadness, as never felt before, filled me. Such sadness, as never felt before, filled you.
As the bus pulled out, as we parted, the others appeared so excited. Why I wondered, for all I felt was fear? From your expression it seemed fear filled you too, I’m sure it did.
You faded from my view, slowly, yet not slow enough for soon you were gone. Sinking as my heart did I faded from your view, nothing seemed the same, for I felt no longer whole. From your expression, once again, I could tell with sorrow yours had sank too, we were no longer whole.
February as we parted, sadness filled us, fear engulfed us. Our hearts in a downward spiral a coldness fell upon us from within and from without.
How strange it is to be apart after so long together. The desert is fine, weather good, not much to do. Being without you, though, has changed even that. The change is a simple one, from something to nothing.
Like a tree without all its leaves, everything is wrong. Where is my smiling other half, all teeth remember? Where is my bundle of joy, my sexual toy? Gone not by choice but by force I assure you. Gone not forever, yet, it seems very much so.
The absence within us both is horrible or so it seems. A never ending story told over and over for eternity. Eternity: Forever, infinity, that which is everlasting.
I hope for us both the absence will end. I know it is not something that will last forever. Still, though, it seems it will, the absence.
As each day passed I became more depressed. Missing you I was so terribly. Forgotten I felt a berry yet to be picked. Everything seemed unrealistic to me.
You I blamed indirectly, how wrong could I be. Our separation caused isolation to close in upon me. Hidden from my view was what was real. My love for you and yours for me.
I forgot I humbly admit, yet, I didn’t. Forgotten was not you the Love of my life. Forgotten was the physical you I’ve grown so fond of. You emotionally I will never forget, no one could.
Hopelessness is what I feel so severely. As a word Hopelessness may not truly exist. In the hearts of few Hopelessness may only exist. Is it definable, Hopelessness, what is it? Hopelessness to me is a stage above hopeless. Hopelessness how few can conceive.
I hoped many times over to be with you. A future with you I need not hope for. My future and your future are indubitably entwined. I hoped alone that the present could be ours. Hoping did not help for all stayed the same. I was not hugging you, I was not kissing you, the distance remained. Hope as open ended as it is could do nothing. Hope as useful as it may seem did not sparkle. My hope, the hope from within was not material enough.
It kept me going though even though it was long coming. Hope was not felt prior to Mays long days. It came to me just as I hoped it came to you. Hope keeps me going so for you it should too. Hope may be all we have left amidst May. We need one another yet all we have is hope. Hope tinged by love is what we have. It may be a lonely hope for we are alone, yet Hope will pull us through.
Time has moved so quickly since my arrival here. The quickness is good and that I am grateful for. More grateful I am, though, for having such a great thing to return to. You are what I speak of not Germany or things to do. Enough activity for me is to be with you. You I look forward to, for you are everything to me.
Even through the horrid first few months we had each other. It never seemed so but as I look back we were still together. Me returning kept you going even as dim as this may have seemed. Dim it has been for me as well am I returning and when the hell.
I’ve thought of you a lot, and what being without you would be like. What if you had died, What if I had died, What if one of us still does. Life would be dark then, life would seem worthless. I don’t know about you but I could not handle such a tragic end.
Us together is the only thing that matters each supporting the other. Smiling for each other, laughing with one another. Excitement gathering as is keeps the dark thoughts away. Away they go running from our excitement as should be. Away they go as our excitement builds, gathering as should be.
While long coming July as anticipated was worth all a month could be. Not even a beautiful cloudless sky has anything on what is to be. An ordinary month to most it may seem, the same, no more. Extraordinary it is to me, so very engrossing, a wizards grimoire. So very much more for the smile, the laugh, the hug, and the kiss. All will be well for us soon as well as for the others upon a simple list.
Changes will occur, days moved forward, days moved back. Time has not slowed, though, it still moves along on track. Missing, though, is still your presence for me and mine for you. A few days one may say, but where are they for here they are not. Returning will be great I’m sure whether on this day or that day.
Our reunion as obvious as can be is just that you see. Needed by me are your gentle kisses and your comforting hugs. Your fun loving smile and your reassuring laugh if only I could see. All of you and all of me I look so forward too for you and I are us. You could say as I do this is our first and this is our last. Together we belong and together we shall stay.
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