John Geddes

There must always be a secret to be unwrapped at Christmas__hat__ the rule

you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips

I think there are lovely sunsets in hell__nd that__ where my desire for you is sending me

burnt by the sunof your mouth, I__ unable to speak or paint you with words

I will not exorcise you____ miss your fragrance, the soft tread of your step on the stair

I am a bed of sparks you breathe upon and kindle

put out the candles with your fire____ on fire

...don't be self-conscious - other people are completely unaware of you and more concerned with how they appear ...

...you can't rationalize suffering - it's indeterminate - the real unknowable variable God substitutes in...

...it was inevitable I loved you - we were soul mates - for the same reason, we were fated to suffer...

...the real absurdity is that to love is to suffer, but the reverse isn't always true...

...love is suffering - that's the happy ending...

...you go back to liberate the captives and sadly realize, some want to remain tied down in the cave...

...it's always somebody's fault - I blame you for my helpless love - do you think I chose this? Your beauty compelled me...

...everything I treasure is broken - it's of no use to anybody but me...

suffering breaks us until there__ nothing left but gentleness

...the answer is not in the damn blank page - it's in the days or years before and you have to dredge it up - exhume the past again ...

...the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ...