So you think you can tell heaven from hell  

dmrwa 36M
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5/26/2006 5:02 pm

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11/12/2008 7:15 am

So you think you can tell heaven from hell

Lust,
It captures us all. Its aura whips up a storm of hormone induced psychosis and perception vanishes like the wick of a spent candle dwindles. Instead of reason, decisions are based on interpretation of emotional heiroglyphics - and I am no ancient language expert. It seems to be an ancient ritual ingrained into our subconscious by a genetic code that fears sudden obliteration. And then the calm after the stormy passion evaporates. It leaves me trembling - not from content or descent from passion soaked intimacy heaven - but from fear.
Lust may capture - but it never captivates me. As the lights begin to be rekindled, the road ahead is illuminated and the hum I thought I heard is nowhere to be heard - or the beauty I felt was present - anywhere to be seen.
Love - is a gentle rustle amongst the howls of a windy life. It is barely audible - but without it we are fake. Is that why I close my eyes and strain my senses? Only through deprivation - will the essence seem more clear?
I struggle to find that whisper. Years have thought me to look for the gentle plop of rain in the rough ocean - but as yet - I still can't avoid getting lost. And it gets me down. I want to be lifted and consumed by simple love. Imbibed by it's simplicity. All that hush drowning out the interference that deafens my life. If you're out there and you can feel my hand quiver - grasp it. Not to lead me towards the light - but to assure me that my search is not in vain. To let me know - that if I believe enough - that it will find me.


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