Movements of Passion

God bless the man with his own way of living
Telling himself he’ll be okay alone
He holds himself high
Rallying for others but always on the verge of insanity they say
He knows the truth of the flowers and leaves, the changes of the season
How to whisper in the wind and have Mother Nature’s sweet siren voice call back
He stands tall and proud for all of the lowly people who say they know the definition of unique but blend in with their gray suits and Wall Street papers held to their hearts like their Bibles
He worships Emerson
But still he is alone in his individualism
God’s light merging within him
He stands on the mountains as close to God as he can be and screams:
I am only a man
A small man at that
But no one can contain him
And trust me they’ve tried
He’s eccentric no one can follow his contradictory routine
Because he is

God bless the woman in touch with her feeling
Even though society judges her soft
She paints reality pink
Unjaded by the world’s cruelness
She’s lived her life with aesthetic dreams, believing them to be reality
So she stands strong for her belief that good will overcome evil
And true love will overcome all
She pirouettes with defiance of the sin that surrounds her
In tune with the butterflies and the roses because people will never understand her
Her brain has given up on society but her heart won’t let go
Her soprano cords touches the beauty that is inside every one
And even though she’s a diamond in a sea of coal
Men are afraid to jade her
So she is alone,
Dear Lord please bring me my knight and shining armor
Because she was always a romantic

God bless a soul mate
They meet at a café
Where the individual blends in with black sweaters and combat boots
Every one believes they’re a poet
Two snaps if you aren’t
He stands to rally
His skin glowing with what they say indifference
He says the hate of society
She pastel in the land of darkness
Moves every warrior’s heart
A paintbrush in hand
Her heart on her sleeve
He’s jaded
She’s not
But when their eyes meet
Over the coffee cups and vegan snacks
The tofu biscuits and the cold plastic stares
Their outside in nature
Where they both can be free

God bless the death of love
She believes in goodness and can never quite understand his scowls
He’s too far-gone in his loneliness
To dark for her lightness
They contrast
True love melting away
Dissolving into darkness
Molding and rotting into something ugly
He stands alone
She stands with her art
Her tears offend him
His hate toward institutions repels her
Only their love of God brings them together
And the baby

God bless the child.
Only God knows.

Movements of Passion


Joined February 2008

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