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Hey people, so last blog was a downer, and tonight i felt melancholic so here goes a poem that came to me tonight due to that inspiration


Chasing

A life dedicated to chasing a storm
With endless hope and faith in its existence
A hurricane of fire, passion, and freedom
A storm like not other, my own storm

That is the love I have been chasing, the one I long for
But as I sit here and feel the breeze pass by me
After this long and fruitless quest has raged around me
Raged and swirled around me for years uncountable

Now in this moment, as the gentle breeze caresses my face
Now it is when I come to realize the error of my ways
Passion, burning passion, nights of empty ecstasy
When every touch was wild and burned my skin

Days where I would loose myself to the animal inside
Days where I would abandon reason for instinct
Days whose lovely scars still adorn my body
Permanent reminders of those night most memorable

I can still feel the empty peak, the rush of victory
When screams fill and echo the night over and over
A crescendo of rich and decadent music of lust
And when the song is over, all is nothingness

Now a I sit here and contemplate the breeze
Now I see that love is not in the storms or infernos
Not in a violent squall or a blazing hurricane
No, love, like God, is in the gentle breeze

Storm and hurricanes inevitably die down
Fires and infernos eventually go out
And so does passion, lust, and ecstasy
Empty victories, empty ashes are all that remain

Cold scars and memories, both fading in time
Desires, mistakes, instincts, and consequences
Regrets, questions, hunger, and insatiable impatience
Cruel gifts left behind from nights of foolishness

In the end, true love is a constant and soft breeze
Blowing away worries, caressing every nerve
Gentle and constant, pleasurable torture
Cool, and warm against my touch, my lips

A calm harbor where I can rest my weary self
Where I can make my home, and my birth
Laying down anchor at long last
And resting after the long journey

Often mistaken for boredom and staleness
Still waters that grow muddy and polluted
The sediments and poisons of routine and boredom
But this is the farthest from the truth

Fresh waters constantly replace the old
New winds blow gently against the deck
Ever changing clouds shadow the sky
And the Sun and Moon dance freely

So now I seek my place, my home
To whose arms I shall return every time
In whose chest I shall rest my head
In whose hands I shall trust my heart

Caresses that leave scars in the soul not body
Kisses that burn and spread like gentle wildfire
Touches that shoot lightning through the body
Existence that completes and multiplies

Every move done with loving reverence
Slow and deliberate, as if holy and breakable
Yet rough, and firm, the sturdiest rock
Nights that will never be forgotten

When heart, and body move as one
When heart and body act as one
When heart and body, and heart and body
Together finally all become one

My soul calls to you, loudly, endlessly
My heart breaks for you, over and over
My body aches for you, every nerve ablaze
My voice calls to you in the dead of night

My dreams are of you, shrouded in shadow
My thoughts go to you, on the breeze of life
My path seeks you, over and over till we cross
And my feet carry me forward, to my sanctuary

So I am done chasing after wild fire and cruel storm
I am tired of playing games where no one wins
It is you I seek, peace, support, truth, and love
My rock, my port, my partner, my true soul mate