Category: Where Demons Tread

“What would we speak of in reality?”

“I think they’re telling a story…”

(Regarding my feelings)

You cannot sleep?
Now I can’t either

Letting feelings for you surface
Gave them license to take over!

“They speak of age, yet it is more about life experiences, interpretaions, and vision; emotional, spiritual, and psychological intelligence; what drives and motivates – as well as what we can give and provide for each other which dictates compatibility.

I find it fascinating how similar our trials and growth in understanding have been – to the point of how this could have come to be becomes difficult to logically comprehend, for the details in lifes’ design and how we arrived here have been vastly different.”

“I’ve fought so long to keep issues separate, hoping I would find an answer while searching for better weather.

But maybe it’s time to lay it all down and accept a new fate, together.”

Media toxicity makes it hard to believe
My natural tendencies could secure you

You found your
Own uniqueness

Something rare
To have pride in

“Vasty space out there…”

(Movie Serenity reference)

“People think they have rights to transgress.”

“My husband and I had wanted a wedding outdoors,” said the younger woman trying to claim you.

(In and out of dreamstate awareness)

“Your low-laugh chuckle when catching yourself making a mistake mid-flow…you’ve gotta know it’s affecting.”

“More things to do today.”

“Can mess with real connection.”

“Are we just?”

How did you do it?
How did you know?

What if you do not like me in reality?
I’ve dealt with such extremes in life

Face-value is not something I’m giving
Yet relationships have been distorting

And when under pressure I’m masking
No one took the time to unwrap layers

I have very simple needs inside really
Yet men have run off with tucked tails

Accusing me as if witchery
For wanting a true bonding

The only reason Hell is “bad”
Is because we’re alone “frying”

Feeling dreams are dying
In our suffering and crying

I dreamed of a country cottage
Coming up sidways to entrance

You extending a hand to welcome me
Garden plants and flowers comforting

The structure clean in simple elegance
A home reminding bones of endurance

I had forgotten a house could emanate
Sense of place so calming to existence

Legends spoke of males
Desiring bond of a queen

But she had never encountered
A warrior capable of attendance

“Wolf’s swelling looks to be only a lipoma to keep an eye on!”

“Something has bitten our wolf, it seems. She can hardly use one of her hind legs and there is a pouch of painful fluid swelling over that side of her abdomen.”

As I write to you more, you become more real than the ideal.

I am manifesting you here in my imagery.

This is what I want…something real that we can have between us.

I’ve scattered my thoughts to you in these darkened corridors, hoping you would hear and find me as I’ve heard and sought your own embodiment.

I believe that we have both reached the day where we can finally turn that corner and embrace each other.

We will always be here for US.

We have dreamed of and fought so hard for this same dream to emerge – though we could not secure it with past lovers.

You deserve a category all of your own – in fact, if truth be told, the topmost crowned.

But I’ve wanted to protect who you are and what you mean to me amomg these fallen leaves where demons tread.

At least until the day we can stand together, holding hands, in purity’s simple synergy.

You must know by now how deeply I love you and to what “insane” levels I will go to champion our bond’s honor.

I felt this from the very moment that I happened upon you – which made becoming attached to you dangerous for me.

I have kept distance for so long because you bleed into me as if you are my own life’s vital veins.

You have been my hidden hope in this world.

Not just because you might help me try to save it, but because you make sense to me.

You make sense to me.

Authentically.

Nothing else matters.

“Sometimes life feels like your car tires are churnin’ in deep mud and the gas you’ve got just isn’t gonna get you anywhere.”

Where one dwells in absence
Of what they were made for

“I must push it back off from me – and perceive it more positively as my senses telling ne that there are more next things to be done.”

“Do you think it is best to begin with marriage – or have you found better alternative?”

I’m not the type to
Let go once agree

Are you the same
With predilection?