Quotes from John Geddes

but you - women like you are dangerous- ominous – take care, Love – men will first fear you, then later, turn you into a deity...

you listen first with the ears - then, you wait and listen for what your heart feels - then you consider what they've said - then, you reply ...

everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous - to be reminded of how they once saw the world ...

don't think love is just an emotion - I am dangerous and you know it because I will do anything you ask me to do...

you were there when they trampled me - you picked me up, healed me and gave me back my feelings - is it any wonder I love you?...

you trace a finger over my scar and uncloak me like a timid star...

you do violence with your words if you force them - art is given - the words received, moment by moment from unseen hands - call it a Muse ...

dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?...

when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ...

loveliness is the Milky Way... but also all the myriad points of radiance streaming from your beauty...

in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...

beauty is not symmetry of parts- that's so impotent -as Mishima says, beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, & finally destroys...

futility is being sorry while doing nothing to remove the cause ...

if you've got writer's block, you aren't empty - maybe it's just like Twitter - overwhelmed, and loading seems to be taking a while...

I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...

when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment...

wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

surely by now you must know: It's love; it's love—but will there ever be good news?...

true love is my religion...

snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...

sorrow binds us - I will always cherish you - my only disillusionment is unspoken words ...

dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...

I send my words to you over the ether net like a message in a bottle...

the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky...