Tigression FuPoet at Large's blog: "By my words you shall know me"

Measure me not with your man-made measures

…For I would never do such things to you

…For I have known the heart of new-love

…And it transformed my world anew.

How might I prove the truth of this?

…That it is in giving that we receive

…That it is in loving that we know true-love

…Finding no means then to deceive.

Should I be like so many others?

…Who play with words and twist their call

…Who play with hearts and therefore cheapen

…True-love’s true nature for us all.

I find that it can ne’er be so

…That I might not love so deep nor well

…That I might take the path most traveled

…That leads past heaven and on towards hell.

For you that ask…Love has called me

…To bear its standard proud and high

…To share its measure with all who’ll listen

…And hush their whispers and their sighs.

It is for you then to hear this calling

…Let love smite hard and deep and clean

…And know that in the final counting

…The love you’ll know only God has seen.

You have only pain that you hold on to

…And only fear that you let live

…And you lessen the nature of your own heart

…When for no reason you cannot give.

It is my hope, my fond desire

…It is my most reverent, persistent prayer

…That you might stop and look deep in my heart

…And know once, forever, what God’s placed there.

Pain through the ages neither lessened nor faded,

Consumed by her search left her silent and jaded,

Never finding true love, to break death’s cold wrappings

To feel life flow within her and not merely trappings.

How long had she waited with arms outstretched,

For life to beat rhythm within her troubled breast,

For someone to see past the blood on her hands,

To know and to grant her most secret demands?

How long had she yearned for the sun on her face,

Lifeblood coursing within her, no need for a taste?

But a mate for her soul never ventured nor dared

To see past her shell to the spirit she bared.

Each age that passed, more slowly she counted

Each silent scream as her blackness it mounted,

Until the day came when true-love did burn,

And opening her coffin, whispered softly in turn,

“I offer my own heart for yours that is riven

May it beat for us both, its blood freely given”.

Truest of fortune, the blessing, the boon,

She rose from the darkness, said farewell to the moon,

And walked hand in hand, right out through death’s door

Through the brightness of day, Queen of darkness no more.

How many mothers quick apace

To keep their babe from being harmed

Have found themselves…frozen - rapt

When a child’s first laugh has charmed.

And thinking back through all they know

They realize…it is for naught

For such a thing is a gift from God

That no mortal can be taught.

We learn when young so many things

What’s hot, what’s cold, what’s safe

But none can teach a single child

The sound a wild-heart makes.

For the true-heart of a little one

Knows no boundaries to love

And such can burst forth anytime

Pure love from God above.

So let us ne’er be foolish

Less we suffer the disaster

Of not stopping…nor rememb’ring when

We first heard our children’s laughter.

Be very careful if you make a woman cry,

because God counts her tears.  

The woman came out of a man's rib.   

Not from his feet to be walked on.   

Not from his head to be superior,

but from the side to be equal.   

Under the arm to be protected,  

and next to the heart to be loved.

Floating through the wind-tides of my mind

I pause now and then to reflect upon

That I was once long ago; and,

Through the mental haze that shadows

My mind's eye I perceive a

Visage of those long-ago days, coated, and

Perhaps, cloaked and covered with the

Trembling curtain of time.

A curtain that at times enhances

And exagerates memories of the past

And during other moments confuses or

Contradicts or contests that which

....I once believed was real.

Shimmering, scintillating, like a waterfall

Of whirling pearls, time cascades down and out,

Away from its beginnings; and

As it passes through its own space to

To the space provided for it...

It does not falter nor does it error; but

Continues ever onward, spiraling...

Onward towards eternity, its

Impossible and improbable end, and

On an even higher plane, perhaps

.....Its beginning.

It is the rare soul that soars more than

Just briefly, more than just a moment,

Long enough for fellow travelers to view him

And comment...or, remember.

Should I pause in my brief moment

To speak to you such matters here

To acknowledge that small part of you

That I have become or to note the

Large part of me that is you?

How straight does an arrow fly in one's mind?

Strainght as a sunbeam, gently arching,

Cautiously turning, angling ever-true

.....Towards the bullseye.

Where stands man within God's timeline

Should love smite hard and deep and true?

Might he not find the cosmos staring

At his stumbling step, his furrowed brow?

Might he not try to touch the heart of new-love

And find his arms too short, his hands unclean

And fail, but in the reaching, win

A smile from above for his trying?

Might he not view his beloved as a raging torrent,

One that sweeps away all rational thought?

Might she be likened to a cascading waterfall

Crashing, sparkling, all 'round him?

And he, without a moment's hesitation,

Might he toss himself beneath it,

Body and mind and soul,

And savor it all...

...to the last sparkling droplet?

It was so in the beginning

That man should love woman

That he should love her…

…with all his heart

…with all his mind

…with all his being

And with every ounce of his soul.

That he should have an unquenchable thirst

For her and for all that she is.

That he should build a life for her

…filled with the sweetness of true-love

…filled with words from his heart

…filled with awe of motherhood

And with him by her side.

A love made perfect in all aspects

From He who made us from mere clay

As it was in the beginning…

…as it should be…

…as it would be…

…as it could be…

Something heavensent.

Is the open book that is my heart

So difficult to read that you,

Finding not the answers there

That you seek, tear at the pages,

Rip them up in your frustration,

And toss the pieces so that

They fall like bloody snowflakes

To bathe the ground beneath

Your parting feet?

Is the language that my heart speaks

So opposed to that which you know,

That you draw the dagger of your wit

And plunge it hilt-deep with both your hands

And press the full weight of your mind

Upon the handle such that it, and you,

In turn push through and cleave

My heart in two?

I fear this folly not

For I know my heart through and through,

And have before gathered all the

Broken and bloodied and scattered pieces.

Placing each piece back into its place.

I will wait for you. 

I will wait for you to learn the

language that my heart sings,

To learn it so well that we may sing

Of our love together, a perfect duet,

That will echo through the heavens

Until the end of time.

How might I ever recover...

...Now that I have felt your

   sigh against my neck?

...Now that I have held you

   closely in my dreams?

...Now that I have heard your

   voice whisper softly to my heart.

How might I face the daylight...

...Knowing what the night

   has in store for us?

...Knowing that the sun

   will bring its own realities?

...Knowing that this may be real

   and the day untrue?

How might I convince you...

...that your words are not mere echoes

   from a heart filled with you?

...that if we chose to grant love a chance

   we will never be the same?

...that there is no peril, no pain, no

   anger that true-love cannot overcome?

Let us just hold each until the dawn

...and see if we're still here.

Hide from the world

Sweet and gentle creature.

Protect yourself from the realities of life.

Do not attempt to interact with others,

Close yourself in...build the walls,

Shut all doors.

Unless you find that which

Is yours for the seeking,

Until you accept that around you

For merely what it is under the

Closest scrutiny of yours or any God...

Unspoken may ever be the words

I used to cherish from you.

For you have closed me out...

Sealed my fate and cast me aside like

Some useless piece of garbage,

Some waste not even fit for swine.

You have left me a life fully burdened...

Wrecked for us that which I dared place

Before God as perfect.

You have crushed my heart.

And as I wallow in this tragic moment

Where no light might enter in,

I know that even till the final beat of my heart

I will be aware, so clearly aware,

So vividly and intimately and internally aware,

That your spirit once touched mine

And I was the larger for it.

And even then....

And even on through death's veil...

...I will ever love you.