bleed for you?

die for you?

All those things,

those needed emotions,

beating a steady rhythm,

surrounding,

encircling a heart

steadfast and true.

You are purity,

that angel,

heaven sent me,

to open my eyes.

You came to me,

of all people.

Would I bleed for you?

Would I die for you?

Yes.

_____________

Written:

11/4/2018

Time:

10:50 - 10:58 p.m.

YOU~

the one my HEART

beats in RHYTHM for

each- & ev’ry moment

ME—

ready to cherish

you in endless

loving, PURITY.

#vrai #et #pur

I tell myself it is unselfish

Choosing not to love

Because I know

I cannot hold another's feelings

And my own

And I would cast theirs out

To maintain the purity of mine.

The rhythm of my heart is precise.

It is offbeat. And no man's drums

Could match it.

So I spare them the pain

Of loving me.

It's a kindness.

I tell myself this, and it frees me.

In truth, I'm too lazy to love you.

To chain myself to a phone

To open my thoughts

My home, my bed.

I like to be alone.

I am selfish.

A miserable misanthrope.

Please don't ask me

what true giving is.

I've never known the words.

I'm right here, love

I have your hands

breathe in deeply

now- exhale

know everything

will be ok

you feel as though

your world is

crashing in around you

darkness is consuming

please know

that you aren't alone

let me hold you

let me be your shining star, in the midst of the large dark sky

I will embrace every portion of you

breathe my breath

allow my strength

to carry the heaviness within

open your eyes

look into my own

see love, what I see

a strong warrior, with a heart that burst with the sweetest love

a heart that my heart

whispers to often

a heart ’s rhythm

awakening my butterflies,

just so they can dance with your own

let me pour encouragement

and positive strength into

your tired veins

let me kiss away the scars

and breathe love upon your wounds

saturating them love’s purity

by accident you entered

into my silent world

by choice you have remained

my heart connected

you are, my iris in the rolling green fields

my holding comfort in the painful hours

the song my heart knows

my silent secret warrior

my love

I'm here ....for you

© 2018 ScriptedSilence. All rights reserved

True giving comes from the heart. Being generous is truly an art.

When you need me, I am there. I will give you all I have, I dont care.

I see the purity in your need, I will give and give and give until I bleed.

Once you get into the rhythm of being bountiful, life will reward you and be plentiful.

Me You

beatin’

in the 

rhythm

..Selfless..

is that to

give up?

the Self...

or to give

an invite 

...to the 

Selves?

a nature

drained or

what’s left

in the strain?

that which

each heart’s

given or

what a heart’s

giving.... ?

the purity of

an emptying  

of one being

to another

You Me

beatin’

into the 

rhythm

of the

gap

in

be tween

#SelflessNatureOfTrueGiving #Challenge

When I give each piece of me

to you

it comes from the heart.

in every piece you can hear my heartbeat.

the silent rhythm of giving.

thump

thump thump.

listen to the purity around it.

the purity you can’t disturb with only actions or words,

you Don’t have to give back

to receive

all of me.

I had once asked you,

"how do you keep on

giving and giving,

and asking nothing in return?"

And what you said was,

"Darling,

let me tell you something.

A joy I used to think,

getting all material things.

collecting and hoarding

all sorts of trinkets,

yet my rhythm for hunger,

never abated.

One eve I went out,

so bothered by this

gnawing persistency,

and gave my most precious prize away.

Thought to have lost my mind,

I almost asked for it back,

but the joy I found,

the smile I saw,

a single virtuous purity came upon me,

and at last,

I could be at rest,

be content."

True charity, you see

that's a gift to you from me.

Giving selflessly is

the height of purity.

Selfish motivations,

a heartless imitation

of those who give for nothing

just for ego inflations.

Taking selfies with the poor,

saying "hashtag #BlessTheLord."

All you're hoping for

Is attention, more and more.

Put down the phone,

we aren't throwing you a bone.

Expect nothing in return

or leave the needy alone.

Listen to their hearts,

and with your ego, you will part.

Give in to the soulful rhythm

That's where we need to start.

We pour out our hearts.

You sing it every waking hour.

I see your fingers moving on their own,

tapping, remembering, capturing the sounds.

I love what we do, selling our souls

to the beast they call music that others might know

there's more to these tunes, to these rhythms, these melodies.

There's chords, progressions, notes, technique.

I forget where the instrument ends and then there's me,

but you, you capture each little note

in its purest, most beautiful essence

you move with the flow, follow each diminuendo

As much as I don't know where my music comes from

I wonder how it is you exist without it.

We'll keep listening and playing, moving and driving,

attempting to capture art in all its purity

Long nights, long days-- I feel it all,

but you sit each day, ready and eager,

giving your soul, your heart, your mind, your body,

building and ebbing, beautifully crafting

in order to give the most human of things:

feeling and love and art

unchanged and always changing since the beginning of time.

You were crafted in the manner of Jubal,

and I see it now

as you give your heart to share humanity with all.