Love to Live

What do we live for? 

Not to die, not to be unhappy; so to live? 

We live to live? 

We live to be happy? 

We're happy to live? 

We live to love? 

We love to live? 

We live to love life or love? 

We live for memories of a happy life. 

We won't ever achieve anything other than nostalgic post-modernity. 

A face, a smile, words, moments. 

Even in the present a reminder of the past. 

I live to love the life that I live. 

It's only love I could live for. 

And so this life I have to love. 

There is no way to live. 

But there is a way to love. 

Love like you live; entirely.

"When I saw you I fell in love. And you smiled because you knew."
Arrigo Boito

English Man in New York

Growing old in Love.

A little something I wrote as I observed an older couple, thickly in love and wonderfully caring towards each other. Something we should all wish for and work towards.

Picture by misslisa
Original: Käthe Kollwitz

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youtube: I'm giving you a go...

As of today, I shall attempt to play some of my written word onto youtube too. I have so many papers lying around filled with poetry and words dancing across the lines. And I guess I have come far enough since those relatively morbid and sometimes dark lyrical musings to share them with you all. Sometimes we need distance to be able to stand above things. So, enjoy and stay tuned (literally, cos I will be talking to you directly.)

Here it is: themisslisa1984 on youtube <-- just click here!

Your, Miss Lisa

A Candle Lit

Fair hair of tinted light


Sight lucid gauzy bright


Hands caress in unadorned skill


Heart: profound patience, replete with will.



Day had dawned


The morn was still


Song still hazy


from a night of chill.


A candle lit


from tears exhaust


Head still giddy;


The breath is lost.



A stifling smile,


though strained, is won;


four mortals in aching


four united to one.


For albeit affliction


and torment transpired;


A bridge has been paved


by her soul; t’ be admired.



Taken untimely


So much love was yet t’occur


Now candles burn in honour


Of all the times that were.



She will not be forgotten


for good-heartedness lives on


in each and every one of us


that she shone her spirit upon.


Let us not mourn


for she blessed us with her grace


Let us rejoice and remember:


her smile, her laugh and embrace.



Fair hair of tinted light


Sight lucid gauzy bright


Hands caress in unadorned skill


Heart: profound patience, replete with will.

22. January 2009

The Silent Passenger

Dear Silent Passenger

trapped in my heart:

I didn’t know where to finish,

Now I don’t know where to start.

I mean no harm

with these words core bound,

But I hear you lurking

in my heart; unfound.

With scarlet strength

and fervour lucked,

I beg you:

By Amour’s hand, be plucked.

For composed you sit

with an adamant smile.

Lodged like a thorn;

The devil’s course? A severed mile.

Now the strain of mirth mingling

in your lines, not abrupt,

leaves the rain harsh, not tingling

with our loss;

it must be stopped.

Be rid, pounding heart,

Long enough your purse clutched

my breath: tale unspoken,

my hope: left untouched.

Like ashen fruit decaying;

Mould and flies, take your turn.

I am done with the silence,

Heart imploded: a lesson to learn.

Throw back your storm-grey hair

and gaze to the time-lost sky.

I have sung the last love words

of our turquoise lullaby.

The fierce skies have gathered.

Their stare brought me to my knees.

Now I reach for ochre caring;

For he’s there, I know it:

Please

refrain from contemplation

and come back from our start.

Please leave me, silent passenger;

become a sealed memory in my heart.

28. August 2010

Furore of Angel's Wings

(Love and what it does to you...)

Aurora whispers;
my thoughts overcast
eyes in a cold sweat
blanket in starry Utopia.

Hands conducting
brazen-mouthed queues
meow
metallic-black.
Stomach
shorn with ether
as a zephyr whitewashes my lips.

No-man’s-land.
Fish out of water
in the womb of time;
struck with inspiration.

Frosted flashes
of familiarity
faltering in flight;
fastened to fatigue.

Exhale…
Inners sigh. Gasp!
Exhilaration grins in malice
patience persists
heart docks at dew point.

Nerves effervescent
Setting sun submissive;
selfish in vacuum.
A night taints my flesh.

A melancholic smile
morrow!
for you, love.

Light Faith...

… she whispers,
hands clasped in musing;
lightly creasing
with feet
cocooned
in twinned ruby purrs.

… she beckons,
eyes bathed dormant;
whilst lips veiled
in shredded
sleepless cloud
umbrella agape rupture;
livid with windows and
spry in coloured promise.

… she smiles,
day breezy on stars;
toes blazon plum twinkles
holding honey hands
untied
in stitched unity;
brushing in bold life.

… she sings,
sketching memories
thick with small hours;
light in black earnest;
knotted in faith;
apprehensive in chest
and word-painting in ripe breath.

… she believes.
And I, adhering to,
light in faith pray to
mirror;
so circled in silhouette;
so saturated in giving.

Light faith
I thank
for the one that is two;
for the us that is
you and me.

Copyright: Lisa B.