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Modern Romanticism

The aspect of romance, divided between the heartening and the thoughtful.

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

October 20, 2019
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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.

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

October 18, 2019
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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

September 9, 2019
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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

September 7, 2019
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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

August 17, 2019
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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

August 15, 2019
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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.

Words of Wisdom – “The Bone of Logic” – 7/21/2019

July 21, 2019
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“The fool and the idiot believes that logic remains submerged below a tide of question. That is reason. Reason is the very thing of question. To confuse logic with reason, is to confuse the mind with the heart. Logic is the tool of the mind, utilized to answer the heart. The heart echoes the problem, while the mind answers the echo with an answer. The fool will believe in the ‘lack of the solution’. They will not believe in the absolute, nor the answer, and find comfort in endless question. Endless confusion, and the seeming torment that resonates in such endless confusion. They will say they are not confused, though are continually discontent, and will never fathom that their self-loathing is the exact definition of their question that relates to their doubt. The ‘one of self-doubt’ will be the one who ‘rejects personal responsibility’. They will be the insects whom those of business utilize for advantage. To spin the wheels, to keep the flow of society from ceasing.”

Words of Wisdom – “The Truth upon the Lie; and the Lie Upon the Truth” – 7/20/2019

July 20, 2019
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“All truth cleanses, though is rarely embraced. When it is embraced, it creates no complexity as would the lie. When truth is embraced, it creates simplicity, born from realization. When a lie is embraced, it creates the intricate weaving within the heart, of all branching veins, and many paths. Confusion surmounts from the lie, as does unlimited question. Reason is the governor to the lie, while faith is the governor to the answer. The truth, when buried and deemed to be ‘obsolete’ only recedes beneath the soil, and awaits the next species to undertake answer, over endless question. It is because the answer is never complex. It is an end result. It is the path where content should be met, and kissed upon her cheek, and embraced around her waist.”

Words of Wisdom – “Respect, as Occasionally the Replacement for Love” – 7/14/2019

July 14, 2019
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“Love is automatic and gifted, whereas respect is earned and disposable. The respected are not so easily loved. To desire respect is not so much to desire a risk of the life, the unguarded life, and the unguarded heart. We, as stubborn humans, who desire respect, will guard all our weaknesses. Through respect, we place upon our faces a mask, where we believe nothing can penetrate it. It is just so, from the man to the woman, and her body is too much the beauty to penetrate in the figurative sense, that the strongest man will find his way to her heart. For if it is his heart that controls him, and not his mind, he’ll find himself tangled in her veins. Respect oftentimes is the replacement for love, because with people who desire the former, the latter becomes our weakness, and there is no way we wish to allow our guards to drop. Especially through love, when our shields are willingly dropped. From the knight to his beloved maiden, he’ll submit with knee to the floor, before his most wanted devotion.”

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

July 11, 2019
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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.

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