unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...

we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -

poetry from the heart...

POETRY FROM THE HEART - my own words dedicated to all the words left unspoken, the acts left undone - the love unlived unfulfilled -

i dance with you...only in dreams...

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Monday, February 1, 2010

bare walls...

these bare walls
display now the fragments
of what was
the ribbons and colors of us
hanging dangling now in oblivion
as do we
brandishing about
our naked desires
exposing for us to see
the unseeable the invisible
the unthinkable
of life apart
each without the other
these barren walls
flaunt the fractures and fissures
of frigid reality
of my reality
our reality

these walls bare
my soul my spirt
my love my lust
your lust love
uncontrollable craving
carving striping away the shroud
of make believe
of what we wanted needed
of what could be
what we would be should be
leaving open and crusted now
my bleeding heart
bleeding weeping seeping
through the cracks and crevices
of life without color
without substance
life without you without us
without love
life without living

these walls bear
the crucifix of love defied
enduring all for love alone
these walls suffer
my sins your sins our sins
bearing the weight
of what we wanted what we took
in greed and gluttony
as if our shallow skeletons
would shatter without the oasis of us
these walls also bear
love defined love sublime
love in this life unlived unfulfilled
abiding the transcripts of time and place
bearing me bearing you into us
carrying into the next life
holding and carrying gently
love into that existence
bearing us both
into that morrow
when these walls
will no longer be...



Anonymous said...

It's hard to imagine recovery after such devastation, or that any others have recovered from such wounds.



yes, christine, hope, for sure! and the knowledge that after the darkness comes the sunlight -

thanks so much for coming by - i really look forward to hearing from you -

have a great remainder of the evening, lady - see you tomorrow!

Nevine said...

Jenean, did you stream this? It reads like the outpouring of your psyche... so very profound and so very unstaged... just natural and pure and flowing. You seem to be in a very productive cycle with your writing these past few days... and I am enjoying it tremendously!


Nevine said...

I left you a comment for the un-life, as well. Busy day last Saturday and couldn't visit... But I wouldn't have wanted to miss this...



and lady nevine - yes, i did "stream" this, actually - but, really, a lot, a LOT, of what i do is streamed - literally - hmmmm...sisters of a streaming, as well! - thank you so much for coming by and leaving such insightful notes!!! thank you!

Calli said...

I love this, Jenean! and especially this line: "
abiding the transcripts of time and place"...

Just brilliant!

ps~ I have left comments on your previous posts, seems they've disappeared into the ether. Been happening all over lately :(


thank you so much calli - i've been wondering of you - thanks for letting me know about the comment thing - seems like blogville here is going through more than a few little glitches lately - but so so happy you were able to leave these kind words for which i am so appreciative! thank you ;)