a realization, exist
Double, double toil and trouble
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Macbeth Act 4, scene 1
Sunday slips away
the echo of Hector Lavoe hitting the walls
the tumbling laundry ends the hour
between the idle moments, erections come and go
the thought of futures past
the attraction to the boy across the way
his innocence admires something in my manliness
the week that comes has ended in my mind
the repetition of the hour
the realizations of the day
make it all worthwhile
"to love is never wasted effort"
and I repeat it to myself many times over.
this one or that one
the pain or joy is irrelevant
if love be love, then own it in the moment
and leave behind the feeble spirits
love has no price, nor age nor time
when found, it creates its universe
with force and energy and light
and takes you beyond the senses.
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Macbeth Act 4, scene 1
Sunday slips away
the echo of Hector Lavoe hitting the walls
the tumbling laundry ends the hour
between the idle moments, erections come and go
the thought of futures past
the attraction to the boy across the way
his innocence admires something in my manliness
the week that comes has ended in my mind
the repetition of the hour
the realizations of the day
make it all worthwhile
"to love is never wasted effort"
and I repeat it to myself many times over.
this one or that one
the pain or joy is irrelevant
if love be love, then own it in the moment
and leave behind the feeble spirits
love has no price, nor age nor time
when found, it creates its universe
with force and energy and light
and takes you beyond the senses.