is true

 

that when she is found

I will have spent my entire adult life looking

4 her

I will be scared shitless

that I would do

say

something to fuck it up.

 Am I crazy?

 

 

The song my heart sings

Love came looking.

& it found me,

In the form of you,

(

exactly what I asked for

- ) .

It’s you,

the one God has designed

just for me.

this I know;

we are so synchronized.

there is no doubt

While going on with our daily lives

becoming familiar with each other

It’s as if our hearts were being carefully,

meticulously calibrated.

eventually we both noticed-

we both realized

we couldn’t deny

our heartbeats had become unified:

the same beat.

the same sound.

the same ebb and flow,

like the different vocal sections of a choir;

the tenor.

the bass.

the alto.

the soprano

&

with the proper placement of notes

little by little

coming together to create music-

a song only we can sing

because only we know both the words and the harmony .

We.

Yes, we-

You and I.

You are my love. The song my heart sings.

You make my life better

Just by being in it.

And who am I

(to be blessed by God )

to be loved by someone like you?

I’m no one special ,

But that’s how you make me feel ,

Special.

For you are the manifestation of everything I dreamed

hoped,

and prayed for in a mate

someone to hold my hand through this journey,

this thing called life.

Dear God,

I asked of you,

and You answered.

Thank you.

--Alieux Casey- George


I was asked to compose a poem for a couple of friends who are getting married. This is what I came up with.

If

i don't understand

how one can 

consider themselves

complete

without love.

when I was single I was always looking for you.

i feel you've made my life better

just by being in it,

&

if you were to leave

there would be a void

so big

so deep

that 5 women could not fill.

--

         ( a rough draft- not sure it's done)

Oh Hell No

No


I thought you had been prayed away.


I thought I had stomped you into oblivion.


I thought I had become overwhelmed to the point where


God decided I had had enough.


Latched on secretly


Piggyback


Onto the semblance of realness


against a smooth surface

 ( like a Trojan horse


You were? )


Oh no, not you again.


Oh hell no.


I thought it was time for me to be blessed.


Oh no, not you again.


Oh hell no.


Were you sitting


watching?


biding your time?


With your leaning on my every word


Stroking my


ego like no other.


lurking


around corners


like a cat


patiently waiting?


The epidermis of the heart


sand paper-like.

 like bones that have been hollowed out. 
collapsing under it's weight. 


Oh no, not you again.


Oh hell no.



…


You’re here.


Damn.


latched on secretly


like a Trojan horse.


Were you waiting for the right moment


until the moment


I told myself


I could love and trust someone again


for you to make your presence known


for you to attack the most vulnerable part of me-


my heart?


Yes.



--alexgeorge

This is a rough draft.

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