Just One Promise

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I awoke early to a soft light peering in my window,
with the realization that the next day had come
and we had not yet overcome this uneasy rhythm.
A small voice whispered "perhaps we never would".
I hushed it and said "not before 10 am and coffee,
nothing this empty please, but the damage had been done.
I found no rest from the wicked whisper, and the day
just kept growing lighter as i drifted in and out of dreams.
Your face, someone else's voice, reassuring me that at
that same moment, you were dreaming of my face,
and smiling in your sleep.
In this dream i took you, ran my big strong hands
up and down your body, lingering on places you adored,
just because they were yours.
My hand, your thigh.
My mouth, your lower back.
My breath, your belly.
We made love forever.
I know, there is no such thing as forever,
because i woke up, sweaty and wet.
You, i knew, were still under covers asleep.
I wondered if you were dreaming of me,craving me.
It was all i wanted, i thought.
Love me, love me like you have never loved before,
until it burns your skin, makes your mouth water,
until it keeps you up, fills your dreams.
I have woven a poem or two to this effect.
Whispered wanting words to the darkness,
broken by flickering flame.
My voice, your name.
But you seem to have built a labyrinth of walls
at least as strong as i.
My hands bleed from the slow demolition as i climb,
and pull one brick down at a time.
If you are hearing this right now you are thinking,
"Jesus Dave, what more do you want?"
You should know the answer to that.
I only want everything.
I want my cake, and i want you to eat it.
I want the kind of love that makes us hungry.
I want to stay up all night with you, until we're 92,
laughing as we greet another sunrise,
because we can't stop staring into each others eyes.
When we die, i want there to be enough mystery left
between us that we seek each other out in the afterlife.
I want to believe in the afterlife,
and sometimes the truth is painful.
Maybe there is no God, maybe we aren't meant to be,
but i want you to believe in me.
I want you to give in, i want us to be free.
That, by the way, was the reason i could not call you,
because i too am scared.
Scared that you could walk away at any moment,
or that i will, if only to beat you to it.
Then we will never know, but we will always wonder.
I know we both have trouble making promises,
but how about just one?
Promise me you wont give up on us,
unless a time comes that we must,
when there is nothing left to dream about.

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Hello Dear How Are You

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Hello Dear, how are you.
I just thought i would say
how much i really love you.
I love the way you laugh
like a glimmer of sunshine.
You speak like a beam of soft daylight.
My heart and my soul go out to you.
The sight of you makes my dreams come true.

You just keep on trying,
you never give up.
Still you are crying,
you feel too much love.

So hi love, how are things, are you alright.
Come here and hug me, hold me tight.
Smile and show me a glimpse of love.
Do the things to me that makes it ok.
Brighten my love for now, for today.

You just keep on loving,
through thick and thin.
You just keep on caring,
and you will always win.

Goodnight sweet, sleep gently, rest your pretty head,
as you lie sleeping with moonbeams in bed.
You always look through me with eyes so true.
You never have told me anything but truth.
No wonder i love you and it's so right,
because you've been my friend in so many lives.

I just keep on living,
and breathing the air.
I just keep on smiling,
knowing you care.

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The Dream

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I do not know my future,
i barely know my past.
I only know i feel good now,
and i pray that it will last.
Wisdom of past masters,
to guide me through the dream,
but the path is still elusive,
makes me want to scream.
To hear a child say:
"if i grow up" helps me see.
The dream can be fearful,
the truth is hard to see.
Distractions are a constant,
peace, it is elusive.
Heaven only knows, i don't,
exactly what truth is.
So i laugh and live,
if only for the moment.
The dream is one inside.
The dream, most of us
need to know it.

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Know Freedom

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Madmen in bizarre costumes peek from behind corners,
and they know, they know.
Master plan searching me down.
Little machines that chase me around with
their preposterous little noise.
Giant men confront me with pomposity,
ridiculous because they are only little boys.
They are trying to catch me and make me scream.
They laugh as they say they want to shave me bald,
and put a weapon in my hand.
As they are chasing me, they scream out,
"this is the only way out now,
the end of your fleeing is here,
the end of your life is very near!"
Again, i awake from this awful dream,
to a very sunny day, very few thin high clouds,
bird song, the buzzing of fat bees.
In these early waking hours,
i know freedom, feel it's peace and love in my heart.
I know these fears are inside of me.
I tell myself to be strong,
remembering it's always love that guides us to truth.
Reminding myself to manifest these thoughts
into the waking light, leaving all thoughts
of seeming disparity,
to my dreams at night.

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The Bible vs. The Book of Mormon

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Growing up in Salt Lake City, Utah, and raised by Mormon parents, i grew up in the shadow of the Mormon church. Both sides of my family traveled across the country with the pioneers to live in the promised land. They were good, hardworking people, who had a strong faith in their church, and they worked hard to live by the "word". As i grew older and started to question the things around me, the church being one of them, is when i was met with resistance from my family and friends. The more i studied the Mormon faith, the more questions i had. My family and ancestors were taught to live and act a certain way, but being the inquisitive, questioning type of person that i am, i just needed more answers. Over the years, i have studied as much as possible, and i can honestly say, that what i was taught by the church, just does not make sense to me, and i can't by my right mind, believe the history of the church as it is written. I am not here to ridicule, or to make fun of the Mormon religion, i am here to simply find the truth.... I love my family deeply, and they believe strongly in their faith, and i respect them for that. I know, deep down they love me as well, but because of my differing opinions and beliefs, i have been shunned from many of my family members, so this matter is very personal to me. I came across this video, and it is one of the best i have seen on the subject....i hope you find it interesting and educating as well....

The Bible vs. The Book of Mormon


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A Magic Night

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It was just one of those nights,
every log fit perfectly on the fire.
The moon was still waxing,
just about a turn from full,
so that we were all crazy with its light,
but still building.
The surface of the water held up a perfect mirror.
There were rooftop stories,
there were songs in the alley.
The cherry tree finally blossomed.
The attic was empty,
but the bowl never was.
It was one of those nights,
a reminder that things are unbroken.
A night of four elements,
it was one for the witches,
a loaded night.
I wouldn't have guessed,
waking up to the sun,
that it would be the night that left us shining.
That those songs would continue.
That what was released with a breath and a word,
would continue outward and up to the sky,
where the clouds are now pooling,
and the moon is now waning.
But that night, still unbroken,
took all its juice on the wind,
and the wind,
always comes back again.

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Angel Wind

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I saw an angel in my dreams,
riding on the wind.
Singing songs of hope and love,
she descended from the heavens.
I stood there a silent man,
admiring her awe and splendor.
At last she spoke to me,
in a voice so soft and tender.
"I am here to bring you dreams and light,
into the darkness of your night.
All your hopes and dreams will ring true,
you will be free at last.
Through all the struggles in your life,
you are learning the golden rule,
to live each day to it's fullest,
and serve your fellow man".
I stood there a humbled man,
trying to grasp what she said,
when the winds began to blow.
With angelic wings spread,
she ascended to the heavens.
Here i am, alone again,
thinking of this dream,
reciting these words over
and over, to the angel wind-
Oh, i hear you breathe,
feel your life in me.
Oh, how i try to fly,
this is where i'm meant to be.

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Weaver

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I used to know a witch,
she lived in the woods south of town.
Her house smelled like herbs,
and patchouli, and magic.
She baked with spelt flour,
and fruit juice sweeteners.
She made fairies from scraps,
of shiny fabric.
She roamed the land in her van,
traded hats at barter fairs.
I was pretty sure she was my soul mate,
but we never made it that far.
She died while i was away,
at my distant spot in the desert.
She left me a medicine pouch,
that guards my dreams at night,
and guides me as i find my way,
through homemade poems,
and wheat free cakes,
and every full moon that spins overhead.

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