Talks In The Kitchen..(Extended Version)

I don't know why the magic of the language of love
is so hard to stop using

Hold on, my mind just walked past me naked
......
It's got something it wants me to know
[I love these moments]


" Protect her, love her, kiss her, hold her, smile with her, laugh with her.
But don't make her fall, if you don't plan on catching her.... "


You know what
....
sometimes it's better to put love into action
than to put it into words.

" That's what I say
The one time I wanted to not be dreaming,
I reached out into thin air for love,
reminding my emotions that it did exist,
and I got this strange impulse
to stop looking for it
So, I started to think about increments of time already spent
thinking....where I would find it,
thinking...maybe more than I should
Thinking what are you doing,
thinking where you are
or....
did you just think of me? "

I know...you were trying to be the conformist,
the one who conjures beauty up instantly,
and makes things happen
numberless times
You had loves design venerable...or so you thought
but you ended up wanting more,
right..?


(Thinking to myself)
" I really don't mind
that I keep starting over from scratch
because my mate has to be personally perfectly made
and conditioned
with added layers of feeling
and protective fibers
I keep believing I'm carving the path
right to my heart
but I know
it's God clearing a way for me
to be ready for it.
Every roadblock put in my way
will be moved by wondrous strength
and every detour to me will be well worth the wait
because the worth that lies within
when one is getting more than one puts in
is worth much more
than gazing upon simple goodness"



Laughter will be a refuge for me,
a guiltless indulgence,
that I paint along the seams
of my outstretched dreams
as my time is extended in my search

If love begins with me,
I don't mind
It only proves I listened
to all those talks in the kitchen
when my mother warned me
about walking through the darkness
with my hands tucked hopelessly in my pockets
She said I should have them up
clasped in prayer
and victoriously outstretched
believing  the one who takes it
is the right one for me,
hoping I'm a refuge of for them,
instead of an escape,
and then knowing...that what we need
are unlimited avenues
beyond curiosity
that lead us into intimate trust
and the realization that 'us' can be
an incursion into a refreshed heart
with no rough
or insurmountable edges

Yeaaaaah...I feel you


Can you see me smiling now
amid my own thoughts
and my swelling pulses
translating positive feelings
into bouquets of beautiful roses
and...squinting
from the Sun rays
bouncing off unspoken sacred wishes
that I live for

each day

jak(12/28/11)