Hello everyone. I know, I know. It's been awhile. And believe me, I've been going a little stir crazy lately, knowing I haven't had the inspiration to write. But just the other day, I was sitting at my desk and was listening to a lot of music. I got on an Incubus kick, and after listening to a bunch of their songs, the words finally began to flow. And I was happy that they did. Hopefully, that shines through in the poem. But as for this poem, "The Power Of Your Love," it's a different type of poem for me. It's basically about a yearning for the love of one person. And feeling that it's their love, and theirs alone, that can make you whole again. Sadly, it's a feeling that I've never actually had in life. But some days, when I'm feeling a little more optimistic, I think it the back of my mind that I will know the feeling one day. Which is, for those who know, quite shocking for me to think, much less say out loud. But at the end of the day, I blame Incubus, lol. Listening to their music, specifically the song "Echo" that put me in such a mood, that I was capable to writing something like this. So I'll stop explaining everything now, and just actually let you read it. Hopefully, you all enjoy it. And thanks in advance for reading this. It means more than you will ever know.
"The Power Of Your Love"
2014
Mosaics have been made
From the pieces of the glass
That used to cut our skin
Like memories from the past
And if often made a scene
That we'd rather not relive
But perspective is a gift
That this angle has to give
Looking down from up above
Like the vision of the gods
If there's a chance to find some love
Then it's time I played the odds
Instead of living in my head
Where the fear rules the countryside
For there's something to be said
By the things I've been denied
Girl, I want to be the monument
And the testament in there of
So come and let me be the proof
To the power of your love
If you can take this broken man
From the pieces where he'd lay
Then you can make a shining crown
Here on top your head today
They say moths are drawn to flames
Like children are to games
But only one choice is prone to burn
Is what I had to learn
But I'm willing to be the moth
If that spark inside your eyes
Stays burning brightly through the night
As we remove each piece of cloth
Darling, can I propose a toast
To the joy inside your smile
Because I feel inclined to boast
Despite it having been awhile
Since I ever felt like this
Or really felt at all
I'm here slipping from my stance
And for once I want to fall
'Cause I want to be the monument
And the testament in there of
So come and let me be the proof
To the power of your love
If you can take this broken man
From the pieces where he'd lay
Then you can make a shining crown
Here on top your head today
Girl, I can tightly close my eyes
And watch the colors draw your face
And though the image is beautiful
The real thing can never be replaced
And I'll confess inside my mind
I've had you several different ways
And the sounds that you have made
Have brightened more than days
And you can tell your friends
Until they are amazed
But here inside my mind
I've turned far more than a phrase
But for all the ways I've took you
For granted's not for one
Because you are my everything
When all is said and done
And I still want to be the monument
Oh, the testament in there of
So come and let me be the proof
To the power of your love
If you can take this broken man
From the pieces where he'd lay
Then you can make a shining crown
Here on top your head today
What's a crown without a throne?
Just a chair inside a home?
Or is it simply just a place,
That the weary can rest each bone?
Dear, the thing I'm getting at
Is simple when you think
'Cause perception's powerful
When used between each blink
So while I may think the least of me
I am blessed that you do not
Because it seems you're loving me
With every single thing you've got
And you give yourself to me
And it's done in such a way
That now I can only think
There's a king beside you here today
But while I can write these words
it's hard to make them real
And I want to shower you with praise
Just to show you how I feel
And I want to be the man
I've been inside my mind
But the drive to make him real
Has been so very hard to find
When solitude has been
What's fit me well for years
And looking deep within
Was reaching into a well of fears
To drink the darkened brew
That was rising up inside
And watered metaphoric vines
To help my conversations hide
The level of bitterness
That was filling up my soul
And causing me to hate any thing
Over which I had no control
But as I look into that well
It's getting harder to recognize
The man I see staring back
Because he found himself a prize
And he's looking down from up above
With the vision of the gods
'Cause there was a chance to find some love
And he finally played the odds
Instead of living in his head
Where the fear ruled the countryside
But now he's heard the something to be said
By the things he was denied
And he is the monument
And the testament in there of
The living, literal proof
To the power of your love
'Cause you took this broken man
From the pieces where he'd lay
And made this shining crown
Here on top his head today
2014
Mosaics have been made
From the pieces of the glass
That used to cut our skin
Like memories from the past
And if often made a scene
That we'd rather not relive
But perspective is a gift
That this angle has to give
Looking down from up above
Like the vision of the gods
If there's a chance to find some love
Then it's time I played the odds
Instead of living in my head
Where the fear rules the countryside
For there's something to be said
By the things I've been denied
Girl, I want to be the monument
And the testament in there of
So come and let me be the proof
To the power of your love
If you can take this broken man
From the pieces where he'd lay
Then you can make a shining crown
Here on top your head today
They say moths are drawn to flames
Like children are to games
But only one choice is prone to burn
Is what I had to learn
But I'm willing to be the moth
If that spark inside your eyes
Stays burning brightly through the night
As we remove each piece of cloth
Darling, can I propose a toast
To the joy inside your smile
Because I feel inclined to boast
Despite it having been awhile
Since I ever felt like this
Or really felt at all
I'm here slipping from my stance
And for once I want to fall
'Cause I want to be the monument
And the testament in there of
So come and let me be the proof
To the power of your love
If you can take this broken man
From the pieces where he'd lay
Then you can make a shining crown
Here on top your head today
Girl, I can tightly close my eyes
And watch the colors draw your face
And though the image is beautiful
The real thing can never be replaced
And I'll confess inside my mind
I've had you several different ways
And the sounds that you have made
Have brightened more than days
And you can tell your friends
Until they are amazed
But here inside my mind
I've turned far more than a phrase
But for all the ways I've took you
For granted's not for one
Because you are my everything
When all is said and done
And I still want to be the monument
Oh, the testament in there of
So come and let me be the proof
To the power of your love
If you can take this broken man
From the pieces where he'd lay
Then you can make a shining crown
Here on top your head today
What's a crown without a throne?
Just a chair inside a home?
Or is it simply just a place,
That the weary can rest each bone?
Dear, the thing I'm getting at
Is simple when you think
'Cause perception's powerful
When used between each blink
So while I may think the least of me
I am blessed that you do not
Because it seems you're loving me
With every single thing you've got
And you give yourself to me
And it's done in such a way
That now I can only think
There's a king beside you here today
But while I can write these words
it's hard to make them real
And I want to shower you with praise
Just to show you how I feel
And I want to be the man
I've been inside my mind
But the drive to make him real
Has been so very hard to find
When solitude has been
What's fit me well for years
And looking deep within
Was reaching into a well of fears
To drink the darkened brew
That was rising up inside
And watered metaphoric vines
To help my conversations hide
The level of bitterness
That was filling up my soul
And causing me to hate any thing
Over which I had no control
But as I look into that well
It's getting harder to recognize
The man I see staring back
Because he found himself a prize
And he's looking down from up above
With the vision of the gods
'Cause there was a chance to find some love
And he finally played the odds
Instead of living in his head
Where the fear ruled the countryside
But now he's heard the something to be said
By the things he was denied
And he is the monument
And the testament in there of
The living, literal proof
To the power of your love
'Cause you took this broken man
From the pieces where he'd lay
And made this shining crown
Here on top his head today
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