I absolutely love this love story we wrote, it’s so beautiful, to have searched for 2,000 years for a lover, a vampires love is eternal
This third duet was done with a sort of Word Smith http://seanbidd.com/2013/03/26/beyond-the-dry-grass/
I have loved you for over two thousand years
If I could find you in a million faces
Your place
A speak-easy
They’re a million faces of you
I can smell only traces of you
Residue and relics lost
I’m caught between worlds searching to find silk just as soft
Behold the tares of 18th Century gods
Held in high regard
Amongst our tethered Frey
Searching for the most qualified rhetorician
To convince the gods of something tangible today
Once again
Here
Caught
Caught in our slow dance
Oh I love that way
The way your words
They climb through the seasons
And give them meaning
Till here we are
With the wild sea roses
As they rise up, upon each wave of sand
Can you tell me, the direction we’re headed
Spirit, lover, soul mate
We are headed towards ripples of sand storms
Slaying beast that come between our worlds that were torn
Through old lovers and street huggers
We are headed towards cowboys and Indians
And will move rummage any kin to them
We are headed towards Transylvania
Where we were first bitten
Socrates, Plato and Aristotle will gather the town hall
They will convince them all of why we should be together
We are headed towards Jack the Ripper, Shakespeare and Vladimir
Mozart, Beethoven and acapellas with compose a song for us
You must purchase for me a Mona Lisa or a Moana
For when the gods brings us together
It seems like centuries till the day
And not even I will tire of this search
This unquenchable thirst
So I search this bruised place leaving not one crevice untraced
I time travel
Skimming the surface
Searching
For
You
Whisper it loud into the storm’s wild wind
Let the gods give Romeo and Juliet their chance to start all over again
To take us flying above with your songs
Were each atmosphere
Sweats thick with your thoughts
If I could find you in a million faces
Your place
A speak-easy
They’re a million faces of you
I have loved you for over two thousand years
And the gods have denied our request
And now
We roam this bruised place
Obsessed
Chasing
Only traces
Of you
And so
We time travel
mentalnotes1 
A quiet week this week for me, just a little writing, how’s yours, Toya?
YEA, I’M STILL TRYING TO MAKE IT BACK FROM THE POETRY DUETS. I HAVE A SORT OF POETRY HANGOVER, LOL. I REALLY LOVE OUR POEM, NO BS I THINK IT IS BEAUTIFUL! THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER CREATED AND IT’S SO DIFFERENT FROM WHAT I WOULD NORNALLY WRITE.
I love how our poem switches back and forth, in its connectedness to reality and time. The way it doesn’t travel at a constant tone in its sense to what the poem is in search of across transient space. It’s like dark with a twist of light, if one were to drink of the words, a little intoxicating so to speak, across history. Sometimes I’ll write while hungry and tired, it’s like writing in a lucid dream state, which at the time was where I was when I wrote the parts (at 2am I’m tired for sure) in between the raptures of time by you.
OH AND I’M GOING TO READ UP ON YOUR STORY LINE LATER. IT’S TIME TO MAKE THE DONUTS….(LONG SIGH) I NEED A RICH HUSBAND SO I DON’T HAVE TO WORK,,,LOL, WISHFUL THINKING ANYWAY (:
On a rich husband, maybe instead write a book which has never been written before, and sell a billion copies (:
The story takes the line of a “sleepy P” explores a few things along the way, no great lessons, but in the end, hopefully it turns out to be just a good story….
Great Work…Love it…
Thanks dear…
I like the tone of your recitation…
THANK YOU LOVE…I KINDA LIKE IT TOO (:
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You must purchase for me a Mona Lisa or a Moana
For when the gods brings us together
It seems like centuries till the day