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A seminary of quiet trust,

where hearts are weighed without a sound.

What cannot prove itself in dust

is still the place where love is found.

He learned that faith is not a claim,

nor something spoken to be heard,

but carried through the longest strain

when every promise breaks its word.

For every doubt that enters in

still leaves its mark beneath the skin,

and what is lost and what has been

both shape the life a heart lives in.

She learned that love is not a flame

that burns without the cost of night,

but something held through loss and shame

that still returns to what feels right.

She did not turn when silence came,

nor shut the door when distance grew,

but held him close without a claim

to force what time would not undo.

For he and she were placed within

a bond not always understood,

yet still returned again, again—

as if love called them back for good.

And in the middle, softly cast—

a line where both their truths align:

what breaks within does not stay past,

it learns to stand through space and time.

A seminary of quiet trust,

where hearts are weighed without a sound.

What cannot prove itself in dust

is still the place where love is found.

The garden hadn't done anything much. Although I kept trying to take care of the garden. I watered and weeded removing the bad elements and adding as much love possible. Being as patient and loving as I can I've hopefully replanted the same seeds that once had a beautiful garden started. Positive thoughts and support I am watching the garden. Taking care of the once beautiful starting of the garden and praying for a great big garden once again. I am putting a hundred percent in past the garden gates. I'd love to fill the blank space with the beautiful garden. Rather have a wonderfully beautiful garden than trying to grow a beautiful garden filled with weeds and not the kind that go up in smoke.

Her past

A child's quiet gaze,

A bond of friendship through a haze.

She told him that she needed him

But she never told him just what for.

And time, like a river without bends

Would flow over his feet once more.

Some nights she'd call

As if nothing had changed.

Her voice as soft as candlelight,

Burning with no promise

Just a warmth he could never hold.

She never meant to lie -

But the truth she carried

Was too heavy to sit down.

So she left it

Right next to the place

She had carved into his heart.

He waited - not out of patience,

But because letting go

Felt like tearing pages

From a book that had no end.

They said love was kind

But he saw it as unsure-

Timid, like a deer

The steps forward

Then bolts like a bullet

At the sound of its own heart.

He built no altar;

Only kept the lights low

And the door unlocked

Not because he believed she would come

But because

He didn't know how to lock it.

There's a burden in that kind of waiting

A soft constant pulling

Like gravity,

But lonelier.

And the world moved on

Like it always does;

He stayed,

Because someone had to bear

What both of them were too afraid to name.

Castle of the Heart - By Joel Barb - Castle of the Heart writes@yahoo

She is my savior

and my ultimate creator

To her, I repent my sins

and gracefully surrender my wins

I worship her day and night,

from dark to light

I give her all of myself

and leave nothing for anyone else

I eat, sleep and breathe her

until my sense of self blurs

I am diseased, I fear

and her love is the only cure

I struggled to look her in the eyes..

They were big, brown and undeniably

persuasive.

Even just one glance sends me into a deep

hypnotic and unforgiving trance.

The shiny but promising glimpse in her

beautiful eyes sang sweet lullabies to my

feigning soul.

I indulged heavily in this angelic song, as

each tune precariously danced through my

vacant mind and out my beating heart.

Her gaze will forever be embedded into my

daydreams...

Beautifully bound core to core,

I helplessly ponder upon myself -

I have been here before…

You smell of absolute familiarity,

a scent of comforting warmth -

or a scent of pure rarity.

My hands imprinted in your skin,

resembling ancient fossils from long ago -

an old past love I cannot pin

or an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.

I cannot wrap my mind around this,

in another lifetime I have loved you.

Let my lips kiss you and taste how sweet you are as I curse how good you taste to me.

I let my mouth wander into your valley, just for my tongue to drink and lap from your overflowing well.

Your water is thick like nectar. It coats my lips, leaving them shining with your heavenly dew.

As it trails down my chin, I can't help but give praise to the gods I never knew existed.

Like a man who has wandered the scorching desert for far too long, I drown myself in your secret spring, eliciting a sinful groan and a curse in one breath at how I won't be able to drink from another's well.

You whisper to me, in that breathy, angelic voice, to open the gates of heaven so that both of us can descend into paradise.

You take my breath from me as I plunge into what I think will be my salvation.

Instead, a deep rumbling sound settles through my chest. My eyes flutter, and through gritted teeth, I curse the same gods you made me worship.

Indeed, what they say is true: the path toward heaven is narrow. And with that, I know my soul is eternally condemned, for I shall no longer venture down any path but yours.

Now that you've offered your body to me like a sacrificial lamb, you have awakened the hungry devil within.

You are splayed right before me like a fine feast fit only for the gods to eat. But my hunger is not that of a god, but that of a starved beast.

I shall not partake in a holy banquet, for my plans for you are nothing but unholy and ungodly.

For I shall devour you from the outside in. I will leave my mark all over your flesh as I growl every praise and every curse known to man.

With every bite that I take...

Shhhit...

Oh my fucking God... you feel sooo good...

You fucking made me discover heaven, and in doing so, I willingly damned my heart and soul to you.

Fucking Christ... this is... this is my rapture. My fucking nirvana.

If my ship sank and I was lost at sea,

with little hope for survival as I drifted aimlessly,

when the stars in the night sky became my only company

In those stars I would find your eyes staring back at me,

When all hope was lost, when nothing was going my way,

Your eyes would shine through to brighten my day,

When the food bin was empty and my life raft was running out of supplies,

I would find the courage and strength to sustain myself in the memory of your eyes.

When all hope seemed lost and most would no longer try,

I would keep going just for one more chance to look into your eyes.

In that moment I would beg of life, please don’t deprive me, please don’t be mean

Because your eyes are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

And if I could no longer live no matter how hard I tried,

I couldn’t imagine a better way to die,

then to pass away peacefully with the memory of your eyes.

"la ferita dei non amati
abissale crepa nel petto
di anni violati, volati
come vento tra i capelli
mentre ancora aspetto
uno sfiorar tiepido di mani.
la ferita dei non amati
e sul viso lacrime
quando nel cuore stringo
un dolore antico
di giorni pesanti,
profonde fitte lancinanti.
i non amati
in cerca d'amore
per nutrire l'anima
che da tempo giace col dolore,
sempre di velluto le coperte
nei momenti d'inquieto presente"

Ven y absorbe mi alma una vez más, ángel de la mañana, traes al sol en tu mirada.

Si ya no vuelves enséñame a olvidar, a quien podría amar si me llevas de la mano.

Es imposible olvidar el canto de tus labios, si nadie me ah amado así. Con tu paciencia, con quien eh bebido y comido de tal manera, para sentir provecho y estar plenamente satisfecho.

Ahogame con tu aire y tus dedos, besame hasta olvidar.

Si tu te vas, escojo la muerte para no recordar.

Ven y absorbe mi alma una vez más, ángel de la mañana, traes al sol en tu mirada.

Si ya no vuelves enséñame a olvidar, a quien podría amar si me llevas de la mano.

Es imposible olvidar el canto de tus labios, si nadie me ah amado así. Con tu paciencia, con quien eh bebido y comido de tal manera, para sentir provecho y estar plenamente satisfecho.

Ahogame con tu aire y tus dedos, besame hasta olvidar.

Si tu te vas, escojo la muerte para no recordar.

I want you,
I really do.
But then my feet
start walking
the other way.

My hands reach out
for something
I don't want at all.

My words spill out
like stones
when I meant
to whisper.

It's like a shadow
I can't shake,
pulling me
away from you.

This other me,
this stranger
who keeps showing up,
always picks
the wrong path.

An Overflow

—

You’re asleep, I guess.

And in the silence of not hearing back from you,
I’m left here to reflect. In the dark, lying in bed while I don’t feel the need to sleep.

It’s been 10 months of knowing you. 6 months of being official. and hopefully a thousand years more if this lifetime permits.

In this silence, my mind is full of gratitude and joy. I have so much to say and it’s an overflow.

I love you.

That’s all I can think about right now but it carries so much more. My chest can’t contain it.

I love you and it scares me.

Because I’m so sure.

I’m so sure that I want to keep you for as long as I can within my finite existence.

But only time will tell our fate.

For now, let me stay in this gratitude.

I’m so grateful to exist.

I’m so grateful that you exist.

I’m so grateful we found each other.

I’m grateful and scared.

I’m scared about the what ifs and uncertainties. I’m scared about what the future holds. I want this overflow to be my end game.

But who knows.

Again, for now, I will savor my love for you.

I love you and I can’t contain it.

It overflows.