Posted by mdjb on 2014/04/23 under Uncategorized A reflection of my desire and will to experience a soul. A true admiration
A tribute to a captivating beauty in this world or should I say my world, a small one on the verge of expanding. I ask you, what is the most valuable thing in this world? Is it despair as we grow and learn from our turmoils, our torturous thoughts. Is despair a punishment to be condemned despair from lost desires. Can we see the beauty in it? Despair is the most valuable thing in this world second to desire, to understand and eliminate despair in the most important people around us replacing it with desire to give again.
Once a man has experienced true longing is he helpless? The beauty in its experience, the abrasive, crass nature to be filled with desire once again a painful yet necessary task to truly live. A genuine desire a man longing not for beauty, not for lust, not for value, but for a soul, as his longing is invaluable, irreplaceable and unable to be replicated, a desire leaving a red mark on him, for the desire for another soul. To accept their despair, out of the black darkness a spark, a curiosity to understand, a duty accepted by him, to be honourable, to live with a true purpose, to value every moment, every smile and all the pain in another’s eyes. To slowly erode at the stones and the walls, to tame the chaos within, to understand and mend another selflessly.
My mind is clouded, I can’t see past my feet when it comes to you. I am stuck an impulsive and obsessive mind trying to make sense of this immoveable force, I have to give myself to you. But do you deserve me? Are you conscious enough to appreciate my gifts? Am I afraid of the betrayal I could possibly face in the future, should I follow this obsessive uncontrollable impulse to love, to give and allow myself to admire
Despite all the endless possibilities and questions to be answered I could quite recklessly through myself into the darkness in your place without one question why is that?
Red the colour of desire, black the colour of great despair, if she’s would ask I would be hers if not for a day, a minute, a second, a lifetime Then one singular moment. Either way it would end with the two most powerful words I know. Thank you….. If only she would ask, if only she would ask to discover…
BUT TO DO SO WOULD BE NAÏVE…