• Feelings that are unwritten, unspoken, to be put on paper before a life that is new to me, is my poetry. It is the realization of love and loss; two things that are necessary to truly live. I realize that a true love would be to put the other feelings before oneself. It is almost inspiring to a point that I keep messing up my words. I am neither able to put my pencil don, nor get this crying passion from my mind. Love once lost is the ability to know what passion is; to know why life is worth living.


    The love that I can express with the utmost joy is the love and loss of the human body, as a whole. It was the matter of love of creation that was, for 6 days, carved from the dust of the earth and breathed into, the breath of The Lover. But once loved, the creation became lost. Into a state of confusion, it was thrust by its own accord. But by the death of The Lover’s own flesh, it was found once more. The human body, as a whole, was once again, collected from the dark, and brought into the Light.

    So now, the bride, as a whole, can be united into one with her Bridegroom -- the One and True -- so that no other love can fill the empty space that the darkness hath carved out, within the heart. So now, the once-lost, but always-loved, can love in return, the Original Lover. The Maker. The I AM.

    However, expressed in my own feelings and on my own paper, I write that the hole has found a different peace. This peace had been ripped out by the owner without their knowledge and mine own. So, now, the empty space contains the essence of the one who sought shelter there. The empty hole searches. The empty hole finds nothing of interest without work. But the work load, being too much, stays off. The hole thirsts. The hole widens. The hole, placed within my heart, which is searching for new love, had once been found in human flesh, but now longs for the true filling. The sweet, sugar that flavors, not only life, but the essence of love itself.