Tag: Heart

Personal Post – “A Thing about Ignorance/Prejudice…”

I began this blog with the idea of writing poetry. Then, it expanded into both prose and philosophy. I write through this blog to share a density of emotions and analogies, carried through the words.

As I see the world today, I am left with the conclusion that people are not close, especially when the focus is on what I call “surface details”.

“Surface details” are the divisions of color. “Colors” can be a race, a gender, a religion, etc. All colors should be referenced as a mask, to conceal truth. What truth? The truth that is in the heart. We have to know a person, be close to a person, trust a person, to understand them, and have the knowledge of them. Not to ever manipulate them, though to feel empathy for hurts, and heal those hurts through love.

Why would anyone wish to focus on their color, when they could take off such a mask, to show the truth of the heart?

As a child and adolescent of a white skin color, the majority of my friends were black. I did not care. I played basketball. I mingled with those who were attracted to that sport. It’s interesting to note, that even as I write this, such details feel so alien. Even now, I do not feel good.

To conclude the last paragraph, my best friend is Hispanic, while the love of my life who all 1,000+ poems on this blog are dedicated to, is Bisexual. But, I say, who cares?

Who cares about such surface details, which if a person is so comfortable in discussing, would make them prejudiced?

I hold a way of thinking that conforms with this blog, that any person is very much yearning for someone else to see their heart. They want that person to handle it with care, with compassion, with gentleness. Why would anyone wish for loneliness to counter company?

Why not see the truth of a person? Why not engage with them? If we throw around a slogan that says, “Only you understand yourself,” we are saying that no one else should speak to you. If we can only understand ourselves, and are openly admitting that, we are believing the entire world would be ignorant of us. We are then proud of another’s ignorance to us. That is a direct enforcement of prejudice.

Prejudice is ignorance, as ignorance is always aligned with fear. We are fearful, when prejudiced, because we do not have the courage to face what we do not wish to know.

Quote – “The Idiocy in Refusing the ‘Ignorant’ Leader” – 8/29/2020

“If heart is what it takes to be a leader, then can this be taught?

What person can be taught, through schooling, to have a heart, to care for what they are about to govern? If such is impossible, then leadership cannot be centered around experience and knowledge. There is blatant idiocy in stating that a leader, who is ignorant, cannot be one. What does one wish? To ask the leader for an answer to the meaning of life, may as well be the next question to him.

Heart cannot be taught. To be ignorant on any other matter, has no importance for leadership.”

– Modern Romanticism

Poem – “The Heart Holds little Control” – Romance – 4/12/2020

I thought with life upon a wire,
I could aim a little higher.
Force me behind a cage
For I should never sway
With you in arms, ever again.

I am without control,
Just the beast with nothing to hold
But his own entrails,
His guilt,
His form that has scarred the landscape
By simply being here.

Please let me lay alone
In the open dark
To see the day put to death,
To see life raised to breath
Without my existence on its open wings.

A heart, below,
A mind, above.
I wired you with the entanglement of your veins,
I caged myself in the open air,
While feeling what shame beauty felt
Knowing that I held nothing but my insanity.

Novel Opening Practice – “The Thought of a Heart Healed” – 4/8/2020

All that appears to be broken, can somehow be fixed. Although, all that has been broken of a heart, cannot be mended, if impossible. Do not repair what rips the wound open, further.

Please, if you may, ascertain the fallen leaves for their cast shadows. Know the pain by the many wounds. Your droplets will only create rivers beneath eyes, and not breathe the whole ocean into a void. Draw upon mercy as though it were your final sliver of wisdom, for your attempt to heal is an attempt to hurt.

Poem – “I Picture Thee, Open and Empty” – Romance – 10/20/2019

I picture thee, open and empty,
With palms facing your knees,
And eyes upon the surest sign,
Of life with broken wings.

Kisses are gentle when they are spoken
As well as simply given.

Kisses are harsh when they bite,
And retract with a mouthful of flesh.

I am sure to love you,
As much as you’ll allow the love
To flood your entire heart.

You are beautiful, dear one, among the embers that encase
The melodies of your heart.
You have been famous, have you not,
Beneath the moon that showers silver tears
Upon your rosy lips?

I am sure to love you!
Beautiful woman, of the Northern sights,
Of beautiful eyes, with Northern lights.

And I will love you,
So your palms will face the open sky,
Not an empty grave.

The Tena Poems – Truest Love – “In Arms, Across Oceans Deep” – Romance – 10/18/2019

I see thee, upon a land so muddy, in the blood of sorrow,
You’ve never, held onto happiness, for long.
Here, I yearn, to be the one,
To cradle your defeat, in longest arms, and trembling fingers,
I fathom your emptiness, a lot like
The families of sickness, in nations heavy, on poverty.

We’ll not fall, with the tears, that come descending, a lot like
The few raindrops, that fall from clouds, also heavy
Like our hearts, that held, onto suffering.
We were never, envious of others, but found comfort
In our endless love, promised upon, one another.
Beauty is a place,
Not held in eyes,
But held in stars, too infinite to count,
And too infinite to identify.
I am in love, firmly in love, with a one I simply chose.

It was just upon, a single night,
That my eyes, seemed to wander,
Beneath the haze, of winter twilight.

Poem – “Raining Blue Irises” – Romance – 9/9/2019

Yellow daffodils,
In raining glory from sun’s holy rays,
Are there to eclipse the rain,
Of truest blue,
To spill forth sadness onto my skin,
From wherever pain breeds,
In a nest, in a heart,
In a place where is shelved all that is kept.

Of all your beauty,
Where plays the music of a throbbing heart,
Where comes the torment of a woeful mind,
I am there to witness:
With arms alike the crystalline forms
In a shell-less cave,
So such water may come melting,
From where your tears come descending.

There, I see two nostrils, closely clinging,
To the breathy long trail of petals,
Towards the nearest valley.
It is where blue has turned into green,
And steel has turned into iron,
It is where a mouth echoes a scream,
And life has bent itself towards cremation.
I am upon where your eyes have moved.

Longing is both sides to our destiny.
A face, that is one for sorrow,
And another, bred for temptation.
We deal in a God’s delusion,
He, who mocks the tears coming loosely,
From your streaming eyes,
And I know who is left to adore,
While comprehending who to abhor.

Poem – “I Took a Dive into Hell, and Found Love Waiting” – Romance – 9/7/2019

Your face,
With idle tulips grown from lips so sweet,
And eyes so resplendent against the moon’s gleam,
I wish to know of your beauty.
Of glassy complexion, and everything wanting,
Of everything wanted, by me.

You have a heart that needs holding,
For it deserves freedom.
There are chains,
Needing to be removed,
A love I have vowed to embrace,
With all my brutal might.

My beauty,
With arms so bared against the cold wind,
And a slender form against the warm flame,
Of my desires and their fanned selves,
Made to stoke, made to raise,
Made to also freeze the world into contentment.

I vow to love, and love forever.
Shall we take on the world, in force?
I will take your hand in blessed marriage,
I have commanded a train of this love,
So that it may take us further,
To a meadow where we’ll lay and kiss.

Beauty deserves a moment of adoration,
And love deserves an eternity of intoxication.

Poem – “Slow Down My Sight” – Romance

Slow down, this pitiful tear,
That has made, its merry mark, on my cheek,
I find it to be, too earnest,
And thwarting, from the sight, of someone, so vivid.
You have been beautiful, to this day,
A woman, as the moon, finally sees darkness.
The darkness, of a life
Turning, to death.

Go wishfully, to the naked forest,
And grow roses, in the bleakest parts, of that place.
Make me a blanket, of twigs, and deepest roots,
Full of berries, alike your eyes, like gems.

I am full of remorse, to the previous day,
I am a man, with many sides, to him.
And only a singular face, to ever kiss.

Show this tear, to perhaps a priest.
Let him shower it, with the contents
From God’s realm.

Fail me once more, why don’t you?
Curl upon me, with your body of silk.
You have eyes
Like the deepest, of green.
You have longing
Like the disease, that streams
From the nudity, of me;
Like my mind, that never seems, to heal.

Poem – “A Beauty with Roses” – Romance

Pleasure me with the face of roses,
And feed me your graces,
Long, was your tresses, made of ebony.
Stone-like, is your heart, and made of the same.
Find me next to nectar,
Let us leave the sacred altar,
And play nude in the mud.
Children are ignorant, while question is their infinity.

My beauty with stains of descent,
Upon soil, where your ragged flesh lies loose,
And a heart burdened in heaviness.
I toss more soil to silence whatever flame
Is still left to light the Earth,
And all its failing dwellers.

Name yourself upon the shape of my arm,
Twist yourself about the beautiful objects that stone me,
Make me warm, and make me wild,
Find me as a man of nothingness.

I feel fame as easily as pleasure,
Death and denial go as well
As the evening to strife upon life,
When we said to ourselves,
“We are meant to be,
Pleasured by pain, so evenly.”

We are the workers of a plentiful tomorrow,
The roses you bring are the tears you’ve shed.
As I am in love with the dead,
And I will play with the sand,
To share our story with those well-read,
To finally feel my heart enclosed in this hand.

Poetry of a Love – “I am in Love” – Romantic Poetry

Step into me,
Cold and broken,
With pieces placed in your arms,
Cutting flesh, already bruised.
Tell me sweet verse,
Over an idled curse.
A swollen love,
Not from above.

From here,
Two eyes do appear,
From between shadows,
So dense and heavy.
You have curves that dance,
Under vivid wilderness,
And a beautiful face,
Shown to magnify,
My perception to be acute: –

For I see of you,
The bluest hues,
In a pair of faraway eyes,
And still so close to me.
Your face, buried in my chest,
Yet, buried in your hands.

You have a waist,
That I could grip with one hand,
And a neck,
That could be kissed, tenderly.
The music to your sigh,
Would never allow a goodbye.
Oh, beauty! Come to me,
With ivory placed so evenly.

Give yourself to me,
And do not let go.
Grant me one wish,
To love forever.