29 April 2019

A Union




Life was alone, no name, no memory. It had hands, but no one to
touch. It had a tongue, but no one to talk to. Life was one, and one was
none.
Then desire drew his bow. The arrow of desire split life down the
middle, and life was two.
When they caught sight of each other, they laughed. When they touched each other,
they laughed again.
- Eduardo Galeano

All the Way Home (1957) | When A Black Family Moves Next Door


23 April 2019

loving u is like a revolution


(within me

                          ) a change
i can feel
but i can’t see
a movement
a revival of sorts;
slowly bringing back to life something I thought was dead
or unused for so long that it had closed up

loving you is like a revolution
a spinning around in my head
a new heart
to replace the old one that had hardened
from prolonged exposure to the cold, lies, bullshit, and the lack of appreciation.
and suddenly I’m loving what I used to hate
and hating what I used to love
I don’t care that I’m wearing clothes I don’t like, obviously,
or spending hours with you at the mall
or going to your church
because I’m with you and loving you.
what am I doing,
and who is this person that made this new change?
this is not like me;
what is happening?
I know what it is….

I’m being loved and cherished and appreciated and respected in return!

(fin-
ally)


--alexgeorge