when the stardust falls.

wandering in the land
of lovers and strangers.

where the stranger is a lover
and the lover is a stranger.

danger?
doesn't matter
hidden selves, hidden meanings
riddles, insights,
the "run away" feelings.

the walls have words too.
think first the "f" and then the "u"
easier that way, you know what i mean?
cut, rewind, re-film that scene...

the one that plays over and over in your head
the "what have i done"
and "wish i hadn't said"....

or had.
maybe
maybe not,
can't stop it.
the gushing of emotion
that speaks of "you melt me, devotion"

thus, the walls that really want to fuck it up.
as in "go away now", before we're both out of luck.

to be able to pretend
it really didn't matter.
go back to "the normal" state
of endless babble, soul deafening chatter..

with the "everyone's", that are, the easy and the "understood"
it's nothingness that's comfortable now
and the "get too deep"
is the "no one should"

even dare to got there.
stop your train in your tracks...
pierce that heart, with "something", a gift
called real soul sight, cause an inner being shift

shaken, to the core
then the silence says it all..

the dream will fade
and the beauty will fall.

away.

spoken
"do not see me, do not make me feel it"
the real thing (love)
for my heart, you will steal it.

when the stardust falls.
away
from the eyes

it's all about survival.
it's all about the prize..

thrive.

(that's a period there.)

through the glorification and gain of "self".
the swallow of anothers'  empathy and intimate
for position of power and the dominion
of drive.

(welcome to the land of the throwaway sentiment,
soul meaning, eaten alive, at the the expense and slaughter. of the sensitive)

thank.god.i'm.getting.older.

wiser, to the will of the heartless,
feigned affection, all just pretend and pretense
for power and ambition of image, wealth
the using of another, the empty and ego starved "capture and kill"
just for the sake of the moment and the "win of it"...

when the stardust falls
all that is left
is the sting and the burn of "the learn",

in the eyes
and the search for the salve,
another fractured, "fallen forgotten"
whose heart still throbs for the purity of the sensual,
passionate exchange, call it real love, masculine.

understanding,
communion,
built of unbreakable bond.

have grown wise,
beyond time,
but still of innocence, fond.



2012 ringwald love.