Arte Soy

A torrential rain, an insane brain, a wall of pain, a dark stain?

The thought of these things is rather frightening, the pressure and the tightening.

The loss of control.

Desolation.  Destruction.  Death.

Yet I stand (I’m sitting, actually) in the light, the dark night dispelled.  I’ve peeled it all back.  All the realms of hell.  And what lies beyond?

A Golden Pond.

A Highway of Light.

A coming home, wherever you roam.

An authentic, mystical, vulnerable, strong self — yours and mine, found in the Self.

I don’t mean to preach but I do hope to reach you.  I am learning and discerning; a bridge is burning.  What is it between us?  It’s time to do some turning of pages, leaves, and phrases, and form a trail that blazes true, joining you to me and me to you.

Please find forgiveness.  I love you and I do care.  And yes, I have been careless.  I know I am blessed to have your love and support.

Look beyond the artifice into the heart of us.  It may be clever but I will not sever my bond with you.

Together we swim in the Golden Pond, dear one.

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Entre el enojo, el dolor, y el mal convivir
Algo me dijiste que pude sentir
Como toda mujer linda, quisieras recibir
Una flor, un beso, y una invitacion a salir

Heaven knows how we’ll get there from here
But those few words rang true, loud, and clear
So please receive from me, my dear
Una flor, un beso, y una invitacion a salir

En un futuro lejano, cuando dejemos de vivir
Y apenas se acuerde de nuestro existir
Que se repita y se cumpla lo que quisiste pedir
Una flor, un beso, y una invitacion a salir

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I don’t want to hit you right over the head,
I just want to tell you how I feel instead.
I don’t want to fight about it day after day,
I just want to live and love and laugh and play.

So won’t you sing with me?
Won’t you please sing?

We could stay together; we could go separate ways.
I know I will love you for the rest of my days.
But I would rather feel my love for you from afar,
Than all this pain and misery, we are who we are.

So won’t you sing with me?
Won’t you please sing?

Once upon a time there lived a girl and a boy
Their days were filled with fantasy, wonder, and joy.
Along the way they went astray and now do they roam.
The sound of our sweet love song will guide them home.

So won’t you sing with me?
Won’t you please sing?

We could do anything, we could be anything
If we could sing, if we could sing
If we could sing…

© Joshua Mapp Weiss 2008

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