The Only Fight, by #BDF

30 Jun

There’s only one fight worth fighting and it’s the fight for love… and you don’t fight your lover, you fight whatever it is inside you that through fearful lack of attunement, misperceptions and avoidance gains a larger stake on love’s ground than your humble appreciation, kindness and desire for continued growth and change as a team all for each other. ‪#‎BDF‬

I Wanted YOU, by #BDF

30 Jun

I wanted you, you were “the one”, if any I could have

I wanted to live, live in your sun, and right that I should have

I wanted to love, love without pause, best that I would have

I wanted peace, peace for our cause, like all of the good have

Now all want is that you’ll look at me

With some of the magic that you used to see

Like back in the days when I was a knight, And you were my Princess, and love was our light

Before what I wanted brought fear I’d be haunted, And begging the now for the last…

I want what could never be lost, and never be past… #BDF

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To Our Highest Humanness, by #BDF

30 Jun

i have her only in dreams. i taste her as much as she speaks to me softly.
her voice brings me to melt like candy, and let the peelings fall away from
the hardened heart i hide with fool pride. she is in my thoughts, without thinking.
she is in my heart, without trying, she is in my breath, even as i do not breathe.
when i envision her heavenly form, all at once, outside, all about, and within me,
and i exhale what seems the wind of HER soul…i know… that IT is SHE…
that gives me any happiness, and to the utmost – sustains my very life.

I will not throw away the power of these passions, Lord help me I will turn their forces to guide us upon a balance and temperance that will not let them wear us down to fears again, but draw us out to our Godliness and highest humanness… #BDF

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Under the Ruin, by #BDF

30 Jun

under the ruin of this age, the fearful hesitant hope, you found me… the will to live, the pleasure of being known, the being starved for light, i, found you, we sat like books with earmarked pages, indicating the bright spots where the changing events took place, the watershed, the points at which nothing would ever be the same in our story, where all that had passed could no longer bear on what was to come, you earmarked my consciousness, my growth, my ability to really live and love, to do that which i was born to do, it was with you that i could change the course of what my life had been, here where your song would ring out, your spirit would no longer fear the eyes, your goddess self bigger and stronger and brighter that she would flow like the river the world would need to drink…

we struggled, we fought, we continued to love and grow, our fight was not with each other, not with love, not with growth, but a new fight…a fight against that which would tear us apart, fear, but together, could we have beaten that? #BDF

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Her Yield, by #BDF

30 Jun

I, pale and pallid, pure, un-purpled, almost milk, or foam,
strange and strangled, strong but struggling,
left for dead, to roam…

blessed and blander, bloused and bleeding,
flowering like a field,
scattered, scarred, scheming, scraping,
for her fruitful yield… #BDF

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Please, Say “Yes”, by #BDF

30 Jun

… And if one came to you by way of a path that exists only out there in the deaf wilderness of space,
somewhere in which the energy of this unified field brought magic to BE,
where all that you could imagine of “the one” was set down upon your doorstep,
and all that you had thought ridiculous, without realistic merit, impossible against the measure of logic, space, and time…
what if it were possible you were wrong? And you only had the chance to know of it by the bold move of the one in whom so much belief was held, for the sake of all that was to fall upon your life, to change it completely, ever for the best, ever for love, in the most undying and indeterminate fantasy of the real that we can know is imaginable?
would you not then see God there with you? Would you not then know that He had been with you the whole time? Sending this learning, imperfect most devoted man to you, caring for your every want that he could win out in your honor over his fears and yours? And all to the most loving end for all things?

… would you say “yes”? please, say “yes”… #BDF

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God’s Invention of Her, by #BDF

30 Jun

how has God made her? of fairie sprinkles and star
dust, in the hot belly of love’s fire, where earthlings
few have ever stepped, but to dance in freedom’s
light? was she built in the vectors of spirit, the vortex
of God’s joy or blown forth by his hot breath over
this land to us, to me, to see and be seen?
that through her vision i would simultaneously come to
grasp what for blushing moments in this ever radient
life has been bold sure in its stance, stare and
stride, but only for moments until i grew into me,
under the water and shine of her nurture and coax, her
sweet lips whispered to me the everything that i might
be in “we”

i’ve grown to be he that my deepest fears had ever
dared me to be, the he that could hold her and
treasure her, love her and pleasure her, touch her
heart and taste her mouth, pinch her skin and grab at
the curve the bend and soft crevasse where when my
fingers light, i am heated within and those breasts
that soft, smooth, rub up, brush my chest and legs that
wrap and entrap my whole length, as i am utterly
pleased to be enveloped by her so glowing spirit
lightly floating had i seen her, hovering over my
heart had i seen her, in flashes and dashes, sirens of
my soul cried out to her and she is as present in me
now as any piece of me i have ever had hold of, taken
root, entwined we become unto each other and unto
God’s blessing our love and our love become a song to
heaven, and may i sing it for ever more. #BDF

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