Thursday, February 19, 2009
Sometimes at night,
when I look to the sky,
I start thinking of you
and then ask myself, why?

Why do I love you?
I think and smile,
because I know that list
could run on for miles.

The sound of your voice,
the warmth of your touch,
so many little things
that make me love you so much.

The way you support me,
and forge my emotions,
the way you need me,
and show such devotion.

The way that your kiss,
fills me with desire,
and how you hold me
with the warmth of fire.

The way your eyes gleam,
When they catch mine,
The tale of a brilliant love,
All written in one line.

The way that I feel
when you're by my side,
a sense of completion
and overflowing pride.

The dreams that I dream,
that all involve you,
the possibilities I see
and the things we can do.

How you finish the puzzle
that lies inside my heart,
how that deep in my soul,
you are the most important part.

I could go on for days,
telling of what I feel,
but all you really must know
Is my love for you is real.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

And we both go down together,
We'll stay there forever,
Just try to get up,
And I'm sorry,
This wasn't easy,
When I asked you, believe me,
And never let go.

334 days on and it still rings true as loud as it did the first day you said yes on your staircase with that look in your eyes that you get when you know the start of something amazing is a heartbeat away. :) Miral, it's been spectacular, my love. Every single day. I know we have silly arguements over the dumbest things but it all doesn't matter in the end when I know that I'll go to bed with you in my heart and in my dreams as you do too. Miral, I promise i'll try not to irritate you with these moronic things I do and I promise to try to be more of the man I should be. Not only for myself, but for you to know that this boy who grew up with you; in front of you, wants to spend his life with you and you'll hopefully be proud always. It's too soon to say perfect, yes, but honey it's almost heaven to me. In the end, no matter what happens that day, be it good or bad, you're all I need for it to end the way it should. With the amount of love that no one else can possibly show. The sincerity in your touch and the warmth of your hands says it enough, darling. Miral my darling, I love you. I always will. Through good or bad, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. It's the least i can do to repay you for making me feel like the most incredible person ever with your love. I can't stop thinking about you, darling. I still have that schoolboy crush on you that never seems to fade. :) And i like it. heh. Miral, sweetie, Thank you again. These 10 months have been amazing. I'll never let go. You know you have my heart. Always.

Your loving boyfriend,
Cashvin. :)



I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Desperata

GO PLACIDLY AMID THE NOISE AND HASTE, AND REMEMBER WHAT PEACE THERE MAY BE IN APATHY. As far as possible be on good terms with all persons, and be prepared to surrender your ideals in order to find acceptance from others. Speak your truth clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant, they too my be rich or powerful.
Do not extend yourself. Those who reach out are easily hurt. Accept the lifestyle you are handed. System Bucking is uneconomic and unwise, considering all you have to look forward to. In an ever-changing world, strive to be the same. Be yourself, whatever that means. Especially avoid affection. No-one likes a wimp. Do not distress yourself searching for answers to deep questions of self-examination. Be content with emotional charges from occasional religious activities. Keep your religion, whatever you conceive it to be, separate from your mind. There is comfort to be found in vagueness. Avoid the enthusiastic, their feelings may be contagious. Beyond an occasional discipline, don't push yourself. Reject kindly the counsel of the aged. They are well-meaning. but things are different these days. You are a child of the system. No less than a credit card you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as your perceptions will allow it. Whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life let not prejudice and fear break down your walls of contentment. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; selfishness, corruption and wars; fears, persecution, home-spun, comforting philosophy and people, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

- Anonymous

Found in the Unisex Toilets by Ben Mathews at Swinburne Dated 1980.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Lighted strips and candle lit,
The savage nights in violent fits,
The wordplay on your heart, it hits,
The suffering of the tortured rips.

That sing a song of sixpence,
A serpent full of vile,
Sink the fangs of death itself,
In hope of reconcile,

That follow lone into unknown,
Of morbid scripts, divine,
That reek of blood and poet's tears,
drunk on aged old wine,

Then blur the lines of fate and free,
To seep into the sanity,
Mess and toil and fumble yet,
The path once sealed, once laid and set,

Now dash a dashing rash of sooth,
That tear a torrent trash in truth,
Spit a splurge of sinister fact,
To blind with bleak brief bout of black.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

I may be able to speak the languages of men and even angels,
But if I have no love, my speech is no more than a noisy gong or a clanging bell.
I may have the gift of inspired preaching, I may have all knowledge and understand all secrets;
I may have all the faith needed to move mountains - but if I have no love, I am nothing.
I may even give up my body to be burned - but if I have no love, this does me no good.

Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud;
Love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs;
Love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth.
Love never gives up; and its faith, hope and patience never fail.
Love is eternal.

1Corinthians 13:1-8

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

This home's a mess.
This life's a test.
This fears are best.
This hope's a pest.

To batter and bruise,
A defenseless defense,
A lie to abet,
The decadence of sense.

That build the hopes of the nested seed,
In hope it might for once concede,
That faults were made and hate now lack,
So bury yours and turn the tables back.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

it's you.
it's me.
it's a a love like no other.
One that neither of us, let alone anyone in the world has felt before.
it's amazing how you make me feel this way.
it how i wanna spend the rest of my life with you.
and it's how we will.
it's the way you look at me and tell me the dreams i dream of us.
its the way you hold me tight and i feel you falling asleep.
it's a love not for the way you look.
or the way you smile your beautiful smile.
or the captivating eyes you have.
or the contagious laugh that i love.
its just because i love you.
it's how you love me.
it's how you're the only one i'd die for.
i love you miral.
more than you'll ever know.
always and forever more.
Love, Cashvin