Tag Archives: Love

Coming Home

I’m coming home.
My path has been so long
and my soul is so worn
I can barely feel the ground beneath my feet.
The sickness I feel is only matched
by the loneliness that never leaves
and the constant pain every day.
Time to lay this body down
and fly…

© 2016 Stephen Boothe 


When It Rains

They say when it rains that God is crying
or the devil is whipping his wife.
I say it’s neither or maybe it’s both
or maybe it’s a sign of life.

And if I die before I wake
and never catch my breath,
who would cry a tear for me?
Who would mourn my death?

I think that love would cry
to lose another soul.
For tears are just the beginning;
it’s love that makes us whole.

© 2015 Stephen Boothe

Discarded Love

I have now learned
that the taste of discarded love
is the one that lingers longest
on the tongues of those
that fill their mouths
with desire and want.

Blessed be the love
but damned be those that live
for unseen worlds held tightly
in teeth that clench
and tear the flesh
and rend the heart.

© 2014 Stephen Boothe


What do you say
when you find
that you and the one you love
will never be together?

It stills your heart
right before the pain;
an incision that cuts
right to your soul.

Love is the reason
that you can let go.
Love is the reason
that you’ll bleed forever.

I am a bleeder.
My wounds never heal.
They seep like acid
and they burn.

Yet I still love…

© 2014 Stephen Boothe


I don’t want to change you
I just want to love you
I want to feel your breath on my neck
I want to smell your skin when I wake up in the morning
I want to see the world through your eyes
I just want to fall and know that you will catch me
I want you to listen to me and understand me

I want to be the one you love for the rest of our lives

I just want to love you…forever

© 2014 Stephen Boothe

Dreams, Dragons, and the Love That Binds

Dreams, Dragons, and
the love that binds;
this is what I seek
and sometimes find
when I catch a glimpse
of the one I left behind
in that world so long ago
before I learned how to truly live.

I touch those memories
carefully kept in folded hands
so that they may last
through the pain
and days so dark
that I can’t feel my own heart
or even know my own name
I have so much to give

I met a man
in a dream one day.
He said
come with me and stay;
I will show you how
to live here forever.
This is where
the love is.

Freedom takes
away the pain
and wonder takes
away the chain
of self-imposed
that never ending
self fulfilling prophecy.

I feel I’m too strong
and sometimes
I feel I can’t keep on
living the way I’ve known
for all this time
and all these ways;
this is not my life.

Now I have been moved
and I have found magic.
Dreams, Dragons, and Love
are all that I can imagine.
Now we will dance
and we will sing
and the world will know
that we are one.

© 2014 Stephen Boothe

And This is Now

This is the second part of a series entitled Then and Now. See this post for the story behind this series.
Lord Byron said “Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey”.
Love has found a way.


As I look outside my window
the wind blows the trees,
time stands still
and I am more connected
to the world
than I have ever been.

Love is so near
I can feel its breath
in my ear as it whispers
“You are loved
and we will be here

© 2014 Stephen Boothe


Then and Now

I have recently completed a two part series of poems entitled ‘Then and Now’. It relates to a journey I began roughly sixteen years and which is not yet complete. It continues to be written in my life but I have reached a point where I am ready to tell how it was then and how it is now.

The first part of the series is about my experience sixteen years ago when, due to an accident, I fractured three vertebrae in my neck. It has been a long road back to a semblance of normalcy and I can say that it changed my life forever although it took a while for me to realize how much I had been changed by that singular event.

The second part of the series is about where I am today in my life and what my life has become. It is short but to the point.

Look for Pt.1 and Pt.2 in my following posts.

© 2014 Stephen Boothe


The Addiction of Possession

I am coming to believe that possessions are a sublimely seductive and malicious trap. They reverse the presumed sense of ownership and entrap one with their inherent obligation.

As possessions have become the universally accepted signature of accomplishment, self esteem, and social worth, I struggle to stay connected to those things within myself that should, in reality, be the only impetus that drives me and stands as my true significance or attainment in this world.

Love, kindness, and acceptance for one’s fellow beings are the prime motivators of a compassionate world, not the possession of things as a tool to demean others thus artificially elevating one’s sense of self worth.

There is a degrading of the spirit that occurs when owned by one’s possessions; yes… owned by one’s possessions. Love turns to jealousy, greed, and envy as the connection and addiction to possessions increases. The ability to achieve one’s own self dignity or true potential can never fully be explored when possessions remain the primary source of essence.

© 2014 Stephen Boothe

For Whiskey

I had to say goodbye today to my sweet calico cat. She was fifteen years old and succumbed to heart failure. This is for her:

As quiet as a whisper
death takes my old friend.
Her eyes beg for love
even until her end.
Tears fill my eyes
as I feel her pain.
Joy fills my heart
as I feel her love.

© 2013 Stephen Boothe

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