Destiny's Dimes

I hate that I live in the corner of your mind,
Pushed into a closet,
Memory will be lost in time.
Mists of my face,
Your heart will soon erase,
My soul's silhouette will not elude nor paint a trace.
Remnants of my love poured out from hence inside,
Only to find no place for true love to confide.
Tests and tricks of the times,
Heads or tails on destiny's dimes.
My head is in a question,
I seek prayer of suggestion.
I ask to be free of you as you are of me.

~K

Italy

For us to go to Italy and to penetrate into Italy is like a most fascinating act of self-discovery â€" back, back down the old ways of time. Strange and wonderful chords awake in us, and vibrate again after many hundreds of years of complete forgetfulness." --D.H. Lawrence

"In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love; they had five hundred years of democracy and peace and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock." --Orson Welles

But come back in November or December, in February or March, when the fog, la nebbia, settles upon the city like a marvelous monster, and you will have little trouble believing that things can appear and disappear in this labyrinthine city, or that time here could easily slip in its sprockets and take you, willingly or unwillingly, back." --Erica Jong, "A City of Love and Death: Venice"

I Stand For Love

I stand for love,
That is what I live for.
I'm not here to judge you,
Try to make you perfect,
Or settle some unseen score.
I am here to cover you,
Make the black lines fade,
Those things that separate you and I.
I don't see your beliefs, religion.
For all I know,
You paint red in your sky.
While mine is blue.
I have nothing but respect,
Intense understanding for you,
Your hue.
We are made of skin, bones, a beating heart.
You eat vanilla, I prefer chocolate.
It's all that makes you different,
In that, I am addicted.
To love you, your art,
The distant part.
To love, nothing but love.

Keila Coate Womack (August 27, 2012)