Altered States, Myths & Legends, Society

Eye PigMentation

There was a time when the
Color of eyes defined origins

Blue was of ocean and sky
Brown was of earthen tribes
And green were forest people

We weren’t supposed to interbreed because
Our cultures experienced life so differently

But love has ways of bridging hearts
So that colors can mix into rainbows

And deception’s jealously lacks in-sight
Therefore plucks by breaking windows

(Multiple meanungs)

Where Demons Tread

My Love,

There is no right move that I can make any more.

Why would you want this?

Look what has happened to me from lack of our open bridging.

And if you thought and needed to expect me to be brave – I can no longer act on these pretenses.

Not when any move on my part could now be a wrong one.

The situation’s aspects have effectively hog-tied me.

The only way to preserve my sanctity and true care for you in this position is to avoid everything.

I think it likely that my predicament was caused inadvertently.

But I am reliant upon you to correct and fix this canting skew now brewing between us.

A Woman's Plight, Altered States, Male Bonding

Imprint’s Admission

He’d made a mistake in keeping her guessing.

Whatever original intentions, his anonymity was allowing others to infiltrate and attempt to manipulate.

This had caused her to attach to one possibly incorrectly – and then, later to another, causing internal dichotomy.

Due to her adherence to faith and loyalty in love, this put her now on the edge of duplicity.

How had she been man-euvered into this position?

Inside, she screamed at the pain as she felt torn apart from within.

Why?

Why was she put into this position?

She struggled to rip her heart out of these embedments so that she could feel honest and free again.

What she wished most was to live honestly, to give purely, and to not contribute to deception’s sins.

Especially when it came to the heart that she had most wished to champion.

So she withdrew again, less able to trust than before – which compressed passions.

A Return To Innocence, A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, New Beginnings, Reclamation

The Bonds Of A Love Once Lived

In the dream, her ex-husband sauntered into a kitchen where she was rumaging for snacks after having just seen that she was at last spending quality, playful exploration time together with her guy.

Her ex said that there was a region steeped in ancient tradition on the other side of the world where he could obtain a type of rare martial arts swords that could be used – and at first she thought that he was planning to move there for his own further training.

But, no…

What he meant was that the depths of his feelings of envious protectionism compelled him to express what he could do with them to go after the guy she was seeing – said in playful jest, but growly, heartfelt meaning.

“You see,” her ex-husband explained for once clearly, “I am finally mad at myself for not being able to be with you, anymore.”

She stopped in her tracks and pulled up straight – alert, wary, and very unprepared to hear such words come out of his mouth and giving him a crinkled brow look of extreme confusion, saying “What the – ?!”

And for the first time in far too long, she could see him – truly at last see him – with his clarity of mind, heart, and soul restored – shining right there, openly in his eyes, again.

As tears shimmered and a bit of shy, open love poured out at last from him for her, he reached out to straigthen her shirt collar in a tenuous display of affection and said, “Now…go get your man.”

And she reached for him with a muffled cry, letting the love for him that she had still felt  over so many years pour out into him.

They hugged for a long moment, and then laughed tearfully together as he shrugged ruefully in acceptance at his life’s past and current predicaments.

Taking his face gently between her hands, she gently kissed his lips, forehead, cheeks, and then back to his his lips to share in their moment of brief reuniting how happy she was that he felt and was whole inside, again.

Then she pulled away with nervous haste – and he laughed gratefully with more than just warmth in his eyes at acknowledgement that they both knew that her reason was to avoid rekindling their flame’s sparks, again.

With heart ache and sincerest appreciation, she realized that she was now set free to fly and soar among Heaven’s higher realms with her guy on the wings of love, again.

A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding

A Heart’s Crush

“Maybe that person was worried that they would lose you, and maybe the other’s concern was because now there were mixed messages – and you…

You just trusted and believed in me purely, thinking that I would be able to see through all of it to the more important core truths.

But, I am human, too…

My heart is very fragile when so open – and I need clear reassurances when exposed to mixed signals”

(Title of multiple meanings)