Dehumidification

“Dehumidification”

“clearing the air”

Sent you a message on facebook like every other day,

and you can’t even reply, inquiring like which way…do we go from here?

My reply to the ongoing thread is not really sure, but I feel the end is near,

it’s been weeks of weeks of agree to disagree, somewhere our signals got crossed,

I say; “I love you”, you say; “you miss me”, c’mon is this really an issue?

or is it the word love that we consistently misuse and abuse,

because we say it so much that it has lost most of it’s potency,

Maybe it is some of this and some of that, I guess I just lost track…

in other words, I’m just so confused, You saw it as all or nothin’,

I saw the vision as all or somethin’…special through my eyes,

never did you realize what was once your past,

was one of  the reasons I was here, the potentially help you unmask…those feelings,

but you treated your first like your last, all I did was ask,

but straight answers I never got,

I guess it’s safe to say the numbers game played a part, maybe the reason we grew apart,

mixed signals from the start, which synced my heart under siege,

optimistic, maybe it will comeback, but before we land, drop the oxygen mask and let it breath,

got a slight layover in reminiscent city, just a few hours, but it makes me think so much about ours,

and what we had, a couple years plus, which is now just a thing of the past,

I guess you were blinded with your thoughts of me having ulterior motives…

really? Through the unconditional love & care, I just never noticed,

for you to even entertain the thought, just to misplace the blame,

definitely after that comment, my mental was never the same,

you were my heart of hearts & didn’t even know it,

I don’t understand when all I ever did was show it,

Emotionally detached at the heart, now what was, is so far gone,

In closing, if you somehow thought this was a subliminal taken at you,

let me get out of your rearview, signal on, switching lanes, moving right past you.

In My Heart of Hearts

“In My Heart of Hearts”

How can you chase through your mind what doesn’t wanna be caught,

eluding the capture with every thought,

Attempting to find the right thing to say, that hasn’t already been said,

by the time the message gets from the right side of your brain,

to the tip of your tongue, it was just a mere figment in your head,

 In my mind, as the vivid images replay from throughout the day,

of what I would say, if I could get those precious moments back my way,

So many scenarios of how it could’ve played out,

Like this or that, or like that or this,

no matter which way, just know its another opportunity missed,

Once again, I’m left to follow your lead, down the road of the mislead,

getting ever so close, within your reach, before your actions expressed protest,

only to succumb to your playful heart of emotions that impede potential progress,

is it the thrill of the chase, or the agony you cause from the challenge...

is a question asked numerous times to me, myself and I,

but I guess the more appropriate question is why…

must you string me along this road that is ever so long,

with what seems like endless turns, avoiding the main streets,

settling for the back roads of valley’s & peaks,

and if its a mind boggling roller coaster ride that you seek…

I think I’ll sit this one out and be more discreet…but in closing,

Message to the chaser; sooner or later you’ll sit back and evaluate your doing,

asking yourself is it really worth pursuing,

And to the chasee; one day your gonna realize you’re just running to be running,

you’ll stop and look back to see nobody’s coming.

Breath of Fresh Air

“Breath of Fresh Air”

Standing in the center of total darkness, unknowingly surrounded by 4 walls,

on a hot summer’s day with no breeze at all,

when all of a sudden, a beam of light begins to seep through the walls,

the brightest gleam reflects off the opposite wall like a 45 degree angle,

no snow covered grounds, no air, for 276 days straight,

any angle would’ve seemed like the right angle,

It was followed by a breath of fresh air, which felt like the baddest winter ever had,

but bad meaning good, and not bad meaning bad, but damn was I glad,

to find one with endless potential of making it last,

such a far cry from the rest that had tainted my past,

Allow me to give you a glimpse of the pain,

at first there was spring, who bought nothing but rain,

She was so controlling, wanting nothing more than power,

if I recall correctly, her name was April Showers,

By the end of that relationship everything was so torn,

I just thanked the Lord I survived that storm,

Then came summer, who reminded me a lot of spring,

qualities…they shared a bit of the same, just minus the rain,

but there was no breeze for me to claim,

Don’t get me wrong, at times she shined so bright, but by the fall of night,

Party after party, dark lenses in the Louis Vuitton frames, she was just not the same,

She couldn’t see it from my point of view,

so I explained; if anybody feels you…I feel you,

I look past the reflective tints to see the real you,

13 days later, Sky Blue and I didn’t last at all, not even enough memories to reminisce,

so when July 4^th came, we both celebrated our independence,

How can I forget about Autumn Brown, she made me fall hard in love,

Or at least that’s what I thought and every thought that crossed my mind,

                                                questioning myself, was it this easy to find?                            

my conscious replied; “not at all unlikely, but just take your time,”

Take my time…she did, in every shape form or fashion,

at every outlet store purchasing the latest fashions,

I guess the season of fall was self explanatory…how you ask?

On my face I had to fall, on my knees I had to crawl, before I could get to my feet and walk tall,

in order to rise above overall, understanding why I had to go through what I went through,

 learning a priceless lesson of knowing how to observe what is true,

from deep within, just a coincidence that’s the same day that winter begin,

Wendy Snow would show up everywhere, no matter where I went, she was there,

As time went by I got to know her, and got to show her, our encounter was long overdue,

A breath of fresh air, it was just so you,

nothing else could compare, it was so brand new,

After 89 days, I felt this could last forever, but in the inevitable change of the weather,

She up and vanished like the wind,

and now I gotta wait 276 days to have this feeling again.

Equations

“Equations”

Life & Love are two of the world’s most complicated equations of all-time…

Its variables are for the most part unknown or at times never shown,

People enter your life…addition,

In the same error of a miscalculation, people exit once or twice…subtraction,

but only a few are remainders after the process of elimination…division,

In your numerical attempt to find that mathematician of Life and Love,

you will find someone not greater than, nor less than, but equal to mutual expectations,

Along the way, there will be many curving obstacles that will affect the relationship…calculus,

that can cause you to give a problem the wrong solution and be crucial for the future,

but just re-calculate and embrace it, because this is something your not used to,

As for the equation of life, well, I guess it’s mainly just trial and error,

equivalent to the scrap paper that will assist you with the trials of your era,

stay on the right tracks and you’ll get a few chances or two, but let me make it clear,

no machines called calculators here, just raw emotions that you hold back out of fear,

Understand there has yet to be a human being to ace the Scholastic Aptitude Test of life,

so as you approach the edge of success, with an ounce of doubt, its only natural,

 take a step back and reflect on all you’ve worked to accomplish leading up to this point,

then take a leap of faith, step out, move on and take it as a sign and…

know that God doesn’t make any mistakes, so just call it perfect timin’,

They say you only get three special people in your life,

So I guess the equation is; Love³ x Life = Y?

Love 1st Experiment...

“Love 1^st Experiment”

This is the 1^st Love Experiment, or rather an Experiment Love 1^st campaign,

Even though these words are interchangeable in the name of love,

but as for now, we’ll just stick with the title from up above…

This is a Love 1^st Experiment that has proven against all scientific theories & odds,

with a concluding result that can have an outlasting effect on any individual,

finding themselves at either end of the spectrum –the worse of the worst- or –the best of the best-,

It can scar you for what may seem like lifetimes to come, but in reality its only weeks at a time,

Its an unofficial attempt to find the right chemical bond on the Periodic Love Table (see object 1.1),

mix and matching (Gi) – giving and (Tk) – taking, in search of the right consistency,

Love is every emotional mood under the sun that can change on a moments unnoticed,

Just like the above line or the interchangeable title…

You could switch it up or even send this whole conceptualism of this poem into a tailspin…

but just as love sometimes does…we’ll just abruptly bring its means to an end.

to be continued...

object 1.1 periodic love table 

Forever and A Day (the heartbreak)

“Forever and a Day”

“the heartbreak”

(part IV of “Open Letter to Love”, “Return to Sender” & “Happily Ever After”)

 I thought that once found...love would last forever and a day,

instead...I'm reminiscing about my first heartbreak:

Hopelessly Romantic:

 I gotta let IT breathe…

Love:

What is IT..?

Hopelessly Romantic:

The things I can’t control…

Love:

 So you’re giving up (on us)..?

Hopelessly Romantic:

You call IT giving up…I call IT moving on.

The first moments shared, were like a fairytale...Cinderella leaving behind a glass slipper,

and now...how could you leave me after we've been through more ups and downs than a zipper,

The universal triumph of achieving togetherness under the sun,

if my memory serves me correct…mission accomplished, the way we grew as one,

But in the same unpredictability of a forecast,

I could not foresee the way this relationship would soon come to pass,

not knowing my first would hurt like my last...

chance...at true romance...if only someone would've gave me insight, just a glance...

into the way this could've unfolded, in my heart, I thought we were molded...

together...forever, the way we made it through all the bad weather,

the thunderstorms and scattered showers, only mere moments that seemed like hours,

I can truly admit, they were minimal to the countless sunny days,

that put us both in a daze,

floating on cloud nine, the way our happiness shined,

but most times, just living through the rain, sleet and snow,

sitting here wondering why you chose to go,

Through it all you were supposed to stay... madly in love…Forever and a Day.

Happily Ever After...(the trilogy)

“Happily Ever After:”

“the confrontation between Hopelessly Romantic & Love”

(the trilogy to “Open Letter to Love” & “Return to Sender”)

HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC

I finally caught you. Well not caught you so to speak, but

finally get to meet you.

LOVE

Well, first of all I would like you to know that I haven't been

avoiding you, its just that...well...

Time after time, rhyme after rhyme, I hear the same old lines,

how “I should have this or I should have that.” From these

so-called “true lovers.”

HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC

But I'm different...I'm not like all the others.

LOVE

Oh really! You don't think I heard that one before?

(sarcastically laughing)

Well let me ask you this; what makes you think you're ready for me..?

Why should I give you Happily Ever After?

HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC

(looking up, in deep thought)

Where do I begin..?

(taking a deep breath)

Why do I deserve Happily Ever After..?

(rhetorical question)

The communication shared, which is the key that unlocks

the connecting door of mutual understanding between two

people that are devoted to one another. The support given to

each other, not only through moments showing difficulty or distress,

but those bringing ones of hope, promise and encouragement. The

little things, that when cherished...add toward the everlasting outlook

of Happily Ever After. The security one feels when in the presence of

wavering waters, knowing that the prototype will once again form its

originality. The passion expressed when the state of mental relationship

has reached the summit of infinite proportions...Not to mention the

sleepless nights, the tears, and all the pain you brought upon me while just

trying to find the true you...

LOVE

(cutting hopelessly romantic off)

Hold it right there...you brought that pain upon yourself.

HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC

What?

(puzzled)

What do you mean?

LOVE

So many look for love, thinking they are ready...but, you

don't find me...I will find you when the time is right. I see

right through to your heart...your true self. Knowing the whole

time, aware that you had me the whole time. All you had to do is

just open up and give of yourself, all the things you spoke of here

today and more, not only from your mind, but truly from your heart.

If you live every waking moment until the last breath of air leaves

your body...you'll have to search no further, I'll always be with you.

Forever and a day...

To  Be  Continued...

Return to Sender (the sequel to "Open Letter to Love")

“Return to Sender”

(the sequel to “Open Letter to Love”)

H/O/PE            

            To Hopelessly Romantic,

To whom it may concern, please return to sender,

I apologize it took so long...didn't mean to offend ya,

but you haven't been the only one searching for true love.

I know your asking yourself;

“why haven't I been by to see you?”

Well, its not like I go by numbers or in alphabetical order.

I go by passion...someone who is willing to give all of themselves

no matter what the situation...for example, I...Love, is sort of

like a board game. Of course you want to disregard all the rules

and bypass to the end, but love is more than that...we have to

roll the dice, taking that gamble with the squinting opportunity

of landing anywhere on the board. Also, hypothetically speaking,

Love is a marathon, testing the endurance of time...the time going

through the peaks and valleys of emotions. The finish line of this life

race is so near yet so far. So you have to have the proper training, at

the same time submissive to being coached and willing to step in,

and coach when the opportunity permits itself. Until such times of

these are foreseen...please be patient, growing in your areas of weakness,

balancing out your strengths, improving on your outstanding qualities

and before you know it...our paths will cross.

Thank You,     

                                                                                                                    Love...       

Open Letter To Love...

L/O/VE               

            Dear Love.

              

 I hope this letter reaches you in good spirits. Please allow me to introduce

myself, my name is “Hopelessly Romantic”. I know we don't know each other,

but my friends talk about you all the time. Its so crazy how I've heard so much

about you, but never really had the opportunity of actually meeting you. They

gave me your address, but every time I get the courage to stop by...you're never home.

I hope you don't mind, but they gave me your telephone number, but every time I reach out...

you're never around...(sigh) hope you got the messages I left. When I ask my friends

about you and try to get to know a little about you, our conversations end up like this...

  “how does she look?” I ask

“depends on who you ask.”, they say.

I reply, “how will I know if its love?”

“When not a day goes by and nothing else matters.” they answered.

“How come I can't get in touch with you?” I feel that I've gotten so close to you

time and time again, but then its like you're just a figment of my imagination...

Why is that? I've been around for countless years and never had the chance of

running into you. Everyone says that you'll drop by when I least expect it, but I

tell them you don't know my address. Well...hopefully this letter reaches you in

time. If and when you get this letter, call me, write me or just drop by sometime

so we can get to know each other...My intuition is telling me your out there...I'll

be patiently waiting...xoxo

Sincerely,

Hopelessly  Romantic...

Green Windows & Plastic Doors

What do u do when u feel so bogged down and ur only outlet is a 2.6" by 6.1" window, but u can't  see due to the Benjamin Franklin Venetian blinds that u can only see inside out, but in actuality there's no way out, so the room quickly feels with self doubt, causing you to think of another route, but the doors are locked from the outside in, so you look again to see the trap door made of plastic, with a combination security code located on the back of the door and everytime u use this code it sets up another backdoor into the club of surcharges and hidden fees that make u ask can we negotiate please? But the monthly minimum brings u to ur knees, months go by and the tension doesn't ease, when finally u've reached the top after going thru all hell, cleared ur debt, but no worries, they're sending u another one in tomorrow's mail.

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