PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I met you quite by chance it seems just as it seems that you

are the stuff that dreams are made of so...I challenge love to

a contest to see if you could bring out the best in me. An

old-fashioned shoot-em up to bring out the "wild, wild, west"

in me.  I lost.



I told love I only wanted to duel so that I could be someone

to someone.  The person they came to when times were tough and

things were rougher than they initially seemed.  That man in

someone's life who could give them more than self-esteem.  More

than just a gleem in their eyes because it seems you are only someone to everyone when you die...love surprised me. I was bleeding.



I just wanted to do the things that lovers/friends do.

Friendly hugs, friendly kisses, friendly looks into each

other's eyes where we imagine the her as "Mrs." and me as "MR

her man."  Friendly holding hands as we crossed the street,

friendly pulling out her chair so that she could have the

best seat.  Friendly dancing all night after we eat.  Friendly

taking her home to her house and massaging her feet. Love beat me to the draw again, I bleed and I weep.



Love chuckled a little then started to laugh as I settled in

to the puddle of blood that was my bath and my sentiments

although noble became mere whispers to the wind and to the

creatures alive who already had "lover/friends."



At that point talking became difficult and I struggled to communicate with all of my might but the light...the light was so beautiful.  It began to pull me towards it beckoning me to sit on the throne next to my father's father's dad but I told the almighty that I had one more love to give and that I needed to live it through.  The omnipotent one knew that because of free will we must do what we must do but it also imbued me with this message:



TEACH ONLY LOVE; FOR THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE