Monday, January 8

Pretty ears can hear

Me have to step out of character for a short while. There be someone very special Me needs to speak with.

Me know that you are out there and at some point you will be reading this. You might have come to believe that Me holds no affection for you any longer or thatMe am trying to distance myself from you, but nothing could be further than the truth.
Me search me heart and soul each and every moment of me existence; looking for the path that will lead to the deepest, truest part of you.
The time Me spends away is not spent escaping from you nor running from meself.
Me need to be able to clear me mind from time to time. The responsibility to all of those people, besides ourselves, who rely on our partnership and our ability to lead has often been a spiritual challenge that Me endeavors to accept with the same grace and strength that you constantly display.
Me am but a monster and Me have never truly understood what you see in me.
Although Me have learned to control the rage and try to turn it into something productive my past cannot be erased and Me wonder if Me will be able to repair all the things Me has broken. Or if that be impossible, to put something back for all Me has taken and try to balance things out.
Me have written about change, about love, about truth and lies. There is only one thing that Me cannot write about.

If only Me could take the feelings directly from inside and turn them into words for you to read. Words that show the depth of your beauty and how much Me rely on you to keep me human. Were those emotions able to turn themselves into letters and those letters filtered through my heart they would arrange themselves into sonnets that would bring the Gods down from the very heights of Olympus to gaze at your beauty. They would lay flowers at your feet in honour and appreciation of perfection in human form. Even envy would not dare appear in the star-like brilliance of your love.
Although Me am the poorest, most thoroughly wretched of writers and my sense of humour sophomoric beyond all reasonable sensibility, know that Me am here and that the one fine and worthwhile quality Me possess is the ability to love you more fully than anyone ought have a right to be loved.
Look upon your hand and no further; there forged, is the truth of us.

14 comments:

Serena said...

Beautiful sentiments, beautifully expressed. I hope the one to whom they're directed sees them.

Unknown said...

Were those emotions able to turn themselves into letters and those letters filtered through my heart they would arrange themselves into sonnets that would bring the Gods down from the very heights of Olympus to gaze at your beauty.

Whoever this is for, you just won with that phrase. It is amazing. I feel the devotion you have for this person. I hope they read it.

Mayden' s Voyage said...

"There is the same difference in a person- before and after he is in love, as there is in an unlighted lamp and one that is burning."

-Vincent Van Gogh

I see light~ it's beautiful.
Hope someone else see's it too~

Scary Monster said...

SJ (Serena Joy~ there is no other name for you that describes you better.)Me tail is patched and Me is thanking you for all the wonderful words. Next week Me will invite you for a dance. Do you Hustle?

Kanrei~ Me welcomes you, A person of striking and well thought out opinions. Indeed welcome.

Mayden, Mrs.C~ Me is certain that there be so many lamps glowing in your home and heart that any lost wanderer would find their way by the light you provide.

Serena said...

I'm so glad you got your poor tail patched up. Hustle, huh? What the heck, I'll put on my dancing shoes and become a Dancing Fool.:)

Serena said...

Oops. I had ABBA in my head. I meant Dancing Queen, didn't I?

Mayden' s Voyage said...

SM-
You are the nicest monster I know :) Thank you~ (I'm wondering if there is a prince hiding in there somewhere???) :)

Serena Joy...Dancing Queen :)
love it :) Now I have the song stuck in my head, lol! :)

NYD said...

Look upon your hand and no further; there forged, is the truth of us.

I like the way you say things. You always end a post with something that sticks in my head.

JuJu Martini said...

WOW! I'm almost speechless. What I wouldn't give to have someone think of me that way...whoever your love is, I hope they see this...very beautifully written. It reminds me that there are still golden hearts amongst us.

Serena said...

What I wouldn't give to have someone think of me that way...

You and me both, JuJu. {sigh}

astrologymemphis.blogspot.com said...

Uh oh. You must have done something really bad to need to grovel like that. It's about the sweetest thing I've ever read. Your sincerity really shines through. I think my heart broke a little just from reading it. Blessings on you both. I hope you work it out together.

Scary Monster said...

Me is truly grateful for the incredible sensitivity and compassion that all of you are showing. Me did not intend to display such boorish displays of melodrama publicly, but when one needs to communicate, there is no shame in opening your heart and revealing that which lies within.
If one is ready to respond then all shall gain, but if we are all unable to transend the barriers that are set before us than it is not only Me, but also love that loses. How then shall we choose to keep the fires alight so that all may bask in it's warmth and sanctuary?

JuJu Martini said...

Ohhh, if only more people were like you Scary..(which of course we know is only a persona, you are far from scary!)...communication on your level is what so many people wish they could do, and what many desire to hear! Blessed are us that get to see your "boorish displays of public melodrama!" I find you inspiring and enchanting, magical. 'Tis truly a gift to touch people the way you do.

Scary Monster said...

SJ~ even when we may not know it there is somebody out there who adores you

juju ~ Me finally got around to your place, Whew! Me really enjoys filling out forms, but it be worth it.

SW~ Me not groveler, STOMP. But me thinks one of the most terrible feelings is to be ignored and me was responsible for making someone close to me feel that way.
STOMP (on me own foot)