Friday, October 13, 2006

What If?

What if I were
Ready, You know?
Ready to be consumed in your fire
To be thrown into your vision.
What if I were ready
Ready to breathe the scent of you
The aroma of your inspired soul,
Ready to be a paragraph
Shaped by your pen.
What if I were
Ready now,
Ready at the moment of your waking
Reading as your eyes create dawn
And ask for my words to unravel
In your sunlight.
What if I were
Ready, you know?
For the world that you will sketch upon my pages
My curiosity asks
Would you take me?
If....

J.O.D. © 12/15/2005

Note: A need arises to drop small mementos of inspirations from my past as my inspirations of today take shape. This small piece I created as a response to a question I was asked. There is an inherent fear of committing body and soul to someone. I guess in a way, small scares of pains past always linger, yet we always ask this question " Am I ready?". One thing I have learned, is never to fear emotional pain, but to embrace possibility. That is also a lesson that my dear friend Sarah teaches me. That great love never dies, no matter the pain behind it, it breathes, it seeks and sooner or later it will find our hearts opening its doors to love once more.
Thank you Sarah.. Big hugs your way.

26 comments:

Kandy said...

Excelente...

YannyRamz .- said...

Ay...
No pudo estar mejor;
What if...
It's hard to let go?

Anonymous said...

What if...

uhmmmmm Jose...
You have the ability to make me cry. Oh yeah, you do.

What if...
I was somebody else without feelings...without memories...without....hmmmmm.


""That great love never dies, no matter the pain behind it, it breathes, it seeks and sooner or later it will find our hearts opening its doors to love once more.""

GOD Jose...you made me cry.

Anonymous said...

Sarah you are pathetic.
el poeta solo te hace el coro por pena.
tu no lo entiende chica?!

DrLacxos said...

Exelente no, magnifico, poeta, como estas????

El Poeta J.O.D. said...

Kandy :

Muchas gracias dama....

Un abrazo..


Yanny Ramirez :

It's hard to let go, hold on.. survive, but that's life. nothing really great is ever easy.

But you know that well... ;)...

Gracias dama

Be well.. hugs your way.


Sarah :

My dear Sarah, thank you very much for your words. Pay no mind to those that wish negative things upon you. It is your strength, your courage to share your soul that truly defines who you are as a woman.

In many ways reading you, chatting with you has helped me look at things differently and for that I thank you time and time again.

Cry the beloved tears, even a rainy day has immense beauty in it.


Anonymous :

que coro ni coro...

pero veo que por esos comentarios anonimous, mejor dicho... por esos insultos anonimos que solo dicen una cosa: Que cobarde eres!!


DrLacxos :

Hermano.. gracias... yo, mejor... muy bien.. aqui en tranquilidad, esperando la lluvia fria...

¿Y usted hermano, como lo trata la vida?

Anonymous said...

Jose,
a los anonimos poca atencion le presto si no dicen nada con sentido.

solo queria decirte que este escrito me llego muy adentro y no pense que me daba tan facil a entender, porque el sufrir no es de muchos, el sentir si...pero el sufrir pocos sabemos....

Y si, llore, llore todas las lagrimas que no me habia decidido derramar...y llore...llore lo suficiente para despues sentirme mas vacia de lo que me sentia. Pero fue un alivio hacerlo.

Gracias Jose.

Alma said...

Muy bueno...y es como dices, el amor nunca muere...solo se queda por ahí escondido en busca de una nueva oportunidad...

No sabes lo que me identifico con el escrito...

Abrazos!!

Lunatica!! said...

siempre nos quedamos con las dudas con los if con las ganas , con el deseo, con la entrega siempre diciendo y si .....bueno eso es la vida

por fin poeta por fin un tiempo libre un momento, para leerte,

abrazos,

Mar said...

Siempre, siempre está, para entregarse, para creer.

Un abrazo

El Poeta J.O.D. said...

Sarah :


Ahhh, el sufrir es un gran peso que al fin, o nos acaba o nos fortaleze.

Espero que tu viaje fuera de los blogs te vaya bien. Ya sabes, por aqui se te quiere de gratis, don't be a stranger.

Y gracias siempre por tus palabras, y tu bella alma.

Un abrazo.


Alma :

Que bueno que te identificas y que me entiendes tambien.

Un abrazo, muchas gracias por tus lecturas dama.


Lunatica :

Ahh, las dudas, los deseos, la gran lucha de nuestras vidas....

Por fin un momento de recreo.

Un abrazo y gracias belleza.


Mar :

Ahhh, para creer... gracias por eso dama....

:P .... espero que tu sonrisa te ilumine tu camino.

Un abrazon!

Lisa said...

What IF...

Great writing Poeta...

Te imaginas SI pudieramos sentirnos preparado para eso y mucho mas? Como lo tomariamos si no estuvieramos preparado para enfrentar lo que el amor nos peude dejar o ofrecer....

What IF...

One thing I have learned, is never to fear emotional pain, but to embrace possibility.


You're right...We shoudn't...
but it's hard not too.

What IF YOU were NOT ready...

El Poeta J.O.D. said...

Lisa:

Gracias por la visita dama...

Haces un buen punto.... ¿que pasara si? Pero eso es lo importante, cerrarle la puerta a ese miedo al amor, y dejarlo libre, dejarlo que nos tome de la mano, claro siempre existen las excusas, los miedos y otras cosas mas.

I know... I know it well, it's hard, very hard. But great things worth having are never easy.


Thank you....for the words and the visit.

..::: bLoNdiE :::.. said...

precioso.. divino.. si todo pasara que quedaria.. cuando se iria el miedo.. todo paso o fue causa de mi temor...que pasaria si estuve ahi y no me di cuenta.. que pasaria si te miro pero no te veo...

Gabriel A. del Goto said...

it's so hard, like alwayz.
but, is da way.

me encanto. las imagenes, alucinantes.

Medicinae Doctoris said...

aja!

Anonymous said...

But what about IF we're ready but the time isn't the perfect time to be...

And I disagree; a great love dies IF the pain behind is too much.

El Poeta J.O.D. said...

Blondie :

Bueno dama.. que pasara, que pasara? esa es la pregunta magica a la cual quisiera siempre tenerle respuesta...

Pero ya eso lo sabes... un abrazo


Gabriel :

It is the way of things... very true. and thank you for the visit.

Gracias por la lectura.. cuidese hermano..


Doctoris :

Asi lo es hermano.... what if....jejeje..


Suri :

That's the point of my piece, "what if?" because there can be many causes and many questions and many obstacles.... we never really know unless we plunge into it...

You are correct, a great love could die from too much pain, too much anything but I spoke of Great Love meaning the concept of love, it is immortal, because eventually it can be replaced by another love, i spoke on the concept of great love as being never ending, of course particular loves can die...

Thank you for passing by and leaving such words.

Loredana said...

el ideal es no sufrir.
dolores que terminan por irse de todas maneras.
el resto, es impermanencia.

un abrazo.

El Poeta J.O.D. said...

Loredana :

Quizas ese sea el ideal... pero casi nunca pasa... es inevitable el sufrir, por mas pequeño u mas grande que sea...

El sufrimiento es un camino mas hacia la sabiduria.

Gracias por las palabras, y la visita..

Un abrazo dama.

Anonymous said...

Great Love...??

Uhmmmm,
does it really exist?


I don't want to find out!
;)

El Poeta J.O.D. said...

Suri :

Great love exists, it breathes. It is there for the taking, for the finding.

Now according to my readings of you (your own blog) seems you are the true romantic, so I do not understand why you question great love, when it seems you understand it's power and even, if I may be so bold, look for it.

You do... but who am I to argue...

;)

Be well :P

Anonymous said...

LOL

You're an observer...!!

by the way, I don't write about love...just feelings here and there...

Gracias por pasar por mi blog.

GirlFromSantiago said...

I hate what ifs, man...

ElbaPachy said...

What if... We do that a lot... But, What if I can't let go? As much as it hurts, burns inside, What if I don't want to let go? What if holding on to it somehow makes one feel safer?...

El Poeta J.O.D. said...

Suri :


Lol... ohh you write about love...

You just try to hide it... but you do


Yani :

Ahh you may hate them, but they happen... you do realize, few things are ever certain.

Hugs my dear.. hugs...


Elba :

Ahh it is that sense of security that leads us to hold on, to grab on with every ounce... But somethings, it becomes unbearable...

That's life.. unpredictable...


Thank you for passing on by..