the message from the messenger the undressing from the undressor, worth the player from the play, at hand the stand up, comic, from the stand up man the nectar from the nothingness the chaos camouflaged from confronting, this the intimate from intimacy, feigned the blameless from the externally blamed the lover from the loveless, heart the unwavering from the run away, art the act from the actor, playing a part the target from the targeted, dart the dodge and weave from the intention, deceive the believer from the can't be believed the "know themselves", from the "everyone else" who can't keep track, all the lies, told themselves just a sponge, a mirror, everyone else the chameleon ghost, pray, if before you he fell the charlatan from the scarred, deep within the devil from the divine, of the sin the liar from the lies, he's told the story from the teller, hold "the belief, seduce", from the convenient excuse, it's worth the manipulator from the man, re-birthed from the woman, good, wise, strong the "letting go" in the days, pained wronged the words and sentences, in "meant" versus meaningless the thief of hearts versus the heart, come forth, healing this all the moments perceived with magic when upon you was just a trap for the tragic games played out for the "grab, go" another as in taken because it was there, for the offering there is little "look back now" and even more, "why bothering"... not in a land where there are so many ways to get for the gain, so many ego's in pain because, we know we reject what is real and wonder why wounds they can never quite heal not when "the party" is all around, to partake not when a man presents himself deep, but is fake as in betraying all he claims to be the deepest cut, is the stripped awakening, deceived you were, it's just the blinded by love loving a man for whom nothing is enough to bind him to any fixed idea concept, who he is... this poem, for the golden, in the gift of the girl, named leah... in reflection, reality, it's important to see discernment, he is gone, for now but was he ever really here? or anywhere bleed....the need. to know, to show, to give him gifts to solve the mystery, his gorgeous, your wish... to find yourself, yes, truly found in him while the evidence suggests, the chances are slim... all it takes is a read, between lines discernment the taken from the take, took the time... to "back and forth", the flow you had honor it, respect it, covet it, glad to know it's rare, this kind of connect no need to bite the hand that feeds no thirst to "mind game" the love he seeks "discernment, darling" she whispered, in a dream "let go, it will show".. and maybe, just maybe, one day he will grow, into a man, of discernment and integrity, (your) love, owned... and honored no need to ruin, no run away escape, to roam.. (come home)... discernment the art of looking within, letting, grow.... (the walk away wonders, of whispers "walk with me", felt, lived, known...) bowen hart roselli 9 may 2020 ringwald love
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