Monday, February 22, 2010

Loving you is like a revolution

(within me
   ) a change
i can feel
but i can’t see
a movement
a revival of sorts;
slowly bringing back to life something I thought was dead
or unused for so long that it had closed up

loving you is like a revolution
a spinning around in my head
a new heart
to replace the old one that had hardened
from prolonged exposure to the cold, lies and bs and the lack of appreciation.
and suddenly I’m loving what I used to hate
and hating what I used to love
I don’t care that I’m wearing clothes I don’t like, obviously,
or spending hours with you at the mall
or going to your church
because I’m with you and loving you;
what am I doing and who is this person that made this new change?
this is not like me;
what is happening?
I know what it is-
I’m being loved and cherished and appreciated and respected in return.

(fin-
ally)


New Position

u appear to me
in my dreams
you disappear
clashing in my stubborn thoughts;
I’m
set in my ways,
but
if
you
really care
you will
dig deep
        deep enough
        deep deep enough
u will find some flexibility
in me
loving you-
I do love you.

I’m not pretending not to care.

if given another chance
i will find another way
to love you
i’ll change up
will move through
underneath the flesh of starving talk
over
through 
the movement
under
will champion the pain the fierceness the attitude the mistrust the hurt
looking
for understanding .
          to look for the love
for me
you say
exists.
i will find a new way to love you
i will find a  new position

Friday, February 12, 2010

if love

came knocking on my door
i would not
recognize it
&
it might come in,
under the guise of something else,
a million a thousand a hundred and one times
somehow knowing what I find appealing
in words and deeds-
i receive her words
like that insurance salesperson with her foot
in the door before
you shut it.

was it the look of desperation that they saw?
&
if love
came knocking on my door
i would not
recognize it
&
 it might come in,
under the guise of something else
not well-meaning:

something
i might be convinced i needed.
a dream
reaching with the outstretched hand
for that which probably
did not exist
but anyway,
reaching,
grasping
something with the substance
equal to air
always:
invisible
but heavy
under the weight of something artificial or lacking in value or importance
to make one think that's all there is:
consciousness.
to be honest .
but i'm told it /love
is available to anyone who asks for it.
true?

if so, then where are you?

see me waving my arms?
--alexgeorge

Look but don't look.

love.

love.
love!
LOVE?
ready set
GO!
 
N


 the opposite direction
(since the other 1
isn’t working
)   the widened left eye
closed
for repairs.


Slits cut open for the right eye to breath.
to see.
the outstretched hands
heavy.
now
covering the ears
to prevent the hearing of words from both sides of the mouths of those concerned:


 Look.
  stop looking. 
Look. 
 stop looking. 
Look. 
 stop looking. 
 Look.
  stop looking. 
 Look.
stop looking.
  Look.

                                                                                     stop looking.
  Look. 

 stop looking. 
 Look.
  stop looking. 
 Look. 
 stop looking. 
 Look.
 stop looking.
  Look. 

 let it find you- be patient.
but keep looking. but stop.
                                                                      I'm concerned about you.  
                                                                      I have no one to introduce you to,
                                                                      though

keep looking.

stop.
                                                       I'm giving up on you.
                                                       you need to hurry up.
                                                       you need to put it in God's hands
                                                       you're not getting any younger
                                                       hurry up and take your time and find it



/    love.  /
not a priority any-
more
or
right now


(yes it is)

-- alexgeorge

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