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To My SoulMate

Posed to me one Summer Eve, was what I believe was a SoulMate to be
Mine pen set down, I found, what my mind believed this meant to me

Through the ages of men we have thus been pondering this very thought
And I can do not better, not surpass what wise men know and I was taught

A SoulMate is that person you trust and must decide for you what is best
Feel as though they know enough to choose for you, put your mind at rest

A SoulMate listens to your heart, is smart about your most amorous desires
And so directs you with a love of their own, is strong in this and never tires

This person can be but a friend, not bend in the time of your worst days
Knows that you are there for them also and so defends your personal ways

They are also your confessor, not your lessor, but a confidant of your mind
Advocating those things and slings alternatives at you most relative, most kind

A SoulMate cares not of your shortcomings and what you have not got, have not attained, have no inclination to do or overcome, but stands by you in the face of adversity, with fealty, loyalty and devotion to your emotion, your spirit and your being, never fleeing from your side and does abide by your wishes when all around you chide for your penitence and submission and does this willingly with no thought for payback or lack of their own no matter what the price, what the pain or what the gain.

A SoulMate is said to be your significant other, and further compliments you
Fits in your life by your side, and does reside in your heart making you two

He or she shares your pain, doesn’t wane with the deed of this suffering
Makes big things small, short things tall and heartily makes the offering

I now say this with all the emotion and devotion and fidelity that is due
And for all the world to hear, lovers far and near, My Soulmate is You

Life In Sevens

Our Lives are divided into times of growth, learning, independence and family
I can count these precious years by sevens and catalog them most equally

Joyful can be these times, ever-changing down the winding life highway
Sometimes we notice, but it is not necessary, that today is not yesterday

From birth to seven is the most innocent, most precious of these years
We wind up as fairy princesses and cowboys when we started off in tears

Up to fourteen we heed the council of our parents and teachers, continue learning
Ever growing, conditioning our minds and bodies, filled with adolescent yearning

Till twenty-one we embody that which our parents have dreamed about
We embrace the horizon of our destinies, some with confidence, some with doubt

Then the time comes when all for what we have prepared then comes to bear
We set off to test our preparedness, leave childhood behind, start our career

In our twenties there are new mothers born among us, new fathers are proud
The jobs we take, the tasks we accomplish are testaments to promises vowed

A group of years is now upon us when we our apex of abilities will arrive
Weathering tempests of competition, setting new standards, around thirty-five

The beginning of our middle-agedness brings thoughts of our final goals
We tighten our belts, settle into our lives and future, fill in the holes

The next seven years are somewhat like the previous, our lives are at their crest
During this entire decade we make our history, affect the most, become our best

This is when we are in control of our lives, producing a body of work that will bind
Make us realize life’s most important priorities, from thirty-five to forty-nine

Oh, but now comes a time that can be most dreary, compromise our vision, or be so sweet
Till we are fifty-six we are watched soaring with the eagles or drowning in defeat

The importance of each of all the sevens is now quite evident, their flags will rise
At this junction we can be most disappointed and broken or confident and wise

The end of our life’s work is then upon us, what we can do is done, what will be will be
These are the most gratifying years, good or bad, we stand back and reflect at sixty-three

In the Winter of our lives it is the time of grandchildren and imparting remembrance
And we have weathered the storm, fought off all those dragons and gone the distance

With our loved ones around us, at seventy we cry as we stare into the Heavens
And reflect most appropriately, most passionately at our Life in Sevens

I AM FOR NO ONE

I Am For No One – These Words Issue from My Lips – It Is No Lie!
Daily I Process This Doom and Walk A Path of Gilded Remorse

Ever and On and On This Statement Stands As My Battle Cry!
Consuming My Being and My Heart – An All Powerful Force!

What Man Am I? – What Being Is This? – Why Should I Be Cursed?
There Has To Be A Reason and History For This Kind Of Existence!

Ah! There Are Scoundrels and Rapscallions Galore! - I Am NOT the First!
But As Sure As I Am Living This is My Punishment! This Is My Penitence!

So Hear My Decree! Find Me Fluent In My Blameful – Shameful Lament
Send Forth Now I Will This Song Of David – Shall Snake A Smile As I Do!

As I Launch Into the Cosmos of Amorous Fervor This Simple Statement:
“I Have Loved And Lost and NOT ONCE – But Did This Deed To A Few!”

Was A Time When Love Came New – Life Was Gold – I Was Vital!
Once Upon A Time I Had In My Grasp A Woman Meant For ME!

And I Was A Husband And A Father – A Lover – SoulMate Was My Title!
But I Faltered – A Turn Of The Head And It Was Gone – So Was She!

And I Woke One Day To Find A Rage Burning Inside Me That Knew No Quenching And No End - For The Pain I Was Suffering Was The Pain I Had Reaped As A Result Of My Mindless and Shortsightedness As A Person That Could Be Trusted To Handle The Emotional Baggage That Comes With Responsibility – Civility and Human Emotion When Applied To The Congress That Binds Two Souls Together and Like A Diamond Bullet Through The Middle Of My Head I Was Immediately Outcast In The Grand Scheme Of Love! Take All The Rocks In The World And Send Them At LightSpeed To The Known End Of The Universe – Then Double and Triple The Deed – Then – THEN! Will The Depths Of My Remorse Be Felt – Then The Pain Will Be Evident – And I will Surely Reap This Justice To The End Of My Days!

So I Will Love No More! – Never Again Will I Cast My Spell Or My Net!
I Vow To Live My Life Alone – Die A Broken Reminder For Hearts Everywhere

I Owe A Lot To LOVE – I Offer A Down Payment Of My Heart On This Debt
I Will Talk And Not Be Heard – Look And Not Touch – A Burden I Gladly Bear!

So I Am Now Brought To ‘This Is The Hour – This Is The Day – This Is My Song!”
I Humbly Offer My Services As ‘MisFortune’s Fool’ – Accepted Most Willingly

I Promise To This August Body Of Lonely Hearts To Work To Right My Wrong
But I Say Again And For All Time – “I Am For No One And No One Is For ME!”

Dave – 06 / 05 / 2009 – 32yrs To The Day – After Meeting ‘The One’

My Love Is A Tree

In the Garden of My Heart There is A Tree
Planted in My Earthen Soul by You Long Ago
It is Green with Memories of Your Youthful Grace
The Boughs Whisper Softly of the Girl I know

My Trees Limbs Reach Up and Ever Skyward
Winding Towards the Meadows of My Mind
It is Nurtured by the Fond Remembrance
Of a Beckoning Fruit that I Could Not Find

Its Leaves are Verses of Things Said and Unsaid
And Wishful, Wonderful Thoughts of Days Past
They Can Not be Raked and Long to be Set Free
And Tell the Tale of a Love that Will Evermore Last

A Passionate Fruit Makes its Boughs Turn Low
Sweet and Bittersweet, Ripened with Time
A Prized Possession Garnished with the Dew
Made it Slip from My Grasp in My Youthful Prime

And My Tree has Flowers, Beautiful, Stupendous
That Reflect Your Face, Your Smile, Your Loving Manner
And from These are Spawned the Seeds of Happiness
That Nestle the Ground ‘neath This Majestic Banner

My Love is a Tree Still Growing and Ever Strong
With Roots Embedded in my Heart as a Cost
I Will Forever Bask in the Shade of Memory
And a Love that I Think of as Lost

Dave 04 / 19 / 2009