The Balance and the Calm

I look at you and I smile,
for you are just like me.
You are just like everyone one else...
who has the ability to love...
to hate...
to be hurt...
and to defend thyself.
Though, there is one characteristic
that I do admit is rather sour.
And that is your ability to contort & deform your fear,
into a collective power.
Like the long dead Fuer, marred by the world,
he gathered dreading minds and similar thoughts
into a missile of spite and lunatical froth.
You seek not the halcyonic waves of empathy
to tread your boat of unity,
but rather, you take the tides of social coercion
in hopes of controlling the random ripples of life.
Honey over vinegar catches the flies;
Somehow, that saying passed you by.
I would like to let you know, that I am as fragile too.
We were made from the same sand (you and I),
but my fires were different in my ascent to glass.
You are beautiful.
You are intelligent.
You are wanted.
You are worthy.
You are strong.
You are good enough for any crystal collector.
And if sonic darkness or life's quakes shall try to
break your gleam,
Shine with the love and the light that you have obtained,
and be better than what has been presented
to overcome that insecurity.
Be not rash or hard headed.
Be not rabid or quick tempered,
but practice the Balance and the Calm.
It is not too late to have it be done.
I believe in you, as others have believed in me.

Blood, Bone, and Soul

Even though we have never met, I miss you.

I long for you the way the earth longs for warmth in the winter.

Blistered are my lips from this weather,

I contemplate if there is something far from deader.

They say you will find me... all I have to do is wait.

Eternal, it seems, that time comes to pass.

How shall I spot you?

What makes you different... or what will make you different?

Not another petticoat that passed my palm.

Not another pair of lips that I have merely grazed.

What will define you from the rest of the gentlewomen?

Your body? Your voice? Your spirit & virtue?

Every single one of these mention that they are different...

That they are unique and unlike the other squaws.

Perhaps they truly believe this-

But they truly are different... to a certain point.

Maybe the sign I'm waiting for... is no sign at all.

You will not say that you are different.

You will not say that you are unique.

Nor will you say that you are the same

or straight off the assembly line.

I assume that your actions shall do the talking.

As well as your tender words.

Like a match of chess, I will have to calculate my move.

Will that deter you... my calculations.

What if I was bold and brazen?

Shall that overwhelm you?

Everything is concealed in a fog of uncertainty at this moment in time.

Not blindness, but an outline of things I do bear.

I think the answer to my dilemma is...

I'll work with what I have to find you... or wait for you.

And I will use what I shall acquire to be with you.

You will be the one who accepts me... blood, bone, and soul.

I will do the same.

And we will be one when I have aided you in your goals... and you have aided me in mine.

That is how I will know.