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STRANDED HEARTS
SOON TO BE RELEASED - STRANDED HEARTS An Anthology of Love Poetry Written by Gesso Cocteau Illustrated by Pete Berg "Now I understand the secret of redemption, I will never forget you. We are forever stranded hearts _____."
Hunger
To need one another is where we disappear ____
The Way it Felt
It is the way the beginning of winter felt,
Yearning
"Perhaps like the sixth symphony you love so much we are decreed by fate."
Secrets Between our Shadows and Our Souls
These are the secrets between our shadows and our souls.
What is Passion?
“I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.” Aldous Huxley Is passion a verb or an adjective? We know that passion is always the source of our most brilliant moments, the wave that sends ecstasy through our veins. It is the gravity that we feel when we get lost in the dance or enchanted by a song. It is the pleasure of sexual energy that is imagined even before the touching takes place. The human body was built and designed to generate passion. Passion conquers fear and sends you into a turbulent storm to feel, something beyond our tame existence Passion burns like a fire that cannot be extinguished by anything other than acting upon your desire. Passion begs for you to ignite every nerve in your body, to burn like a Phoenix and become baptized by sensuous journeys. Let your lust verify that you are a human being, walk into the fire and leave the ashes of love behind. Remember the struggles are what lead you to passion. Still waters reflect the need to feel. Passion will free you, it will gift you with something more beautiful than you can imagine, something stronger, something wilder something that will elevate your soul, give wings to your madness and courage to your life. On a personal note, (my darling Viking) With you I forget to breathe, I starve for you, I crave you, I want to sit before you, listen to you, touch you, love you beyond all reason, wear the scars of our journey proudly and with purpose. You are my passion, you drive me to the primal places of the ‘unfettered howl’.to the edge of the world and beyond, to my knees, to the flames of hell and the softness of heaven. I love you when the winds are silent and when the storms screams. Everything in our world wills me to you, the cloud, the sun, the sky and the earth. Choosing you was not the safest path, but it has been the most glorious and the most passionate. I would do it over and over again throughout eternity. I have learned from you that fear cannot be trusted but taking your foot off the breaks and letting go can take you to the place of mystical roses and translucent waterfalls. I will always write about you in the language of rapture and fire. I will ink our story upon my skin and I will inject our love into my veins. You are my letter to every star in the universe to every soul who cried out for love, to lust as it walks into the arms of craving, to the fates and the ebony raven, through the love storms and into the eyes of seduction. I write for you until this tale of ecstasy falls upon the endless pyre of being. I surrender myself to you, to the forest and the trees, to your shadow and your light, I embrace the happiness and the sorrow you have stitched into my life. You are my only poem, my only sculpture, my only dream. And here is the secret revealed, “falling in love is easy. Falling in love with the same person repeatedly is extraordinary.” Passion is a verb. Omnia vincit Amor: et nos cedamus Amori. Love conquers all, and so let us surrender ourselves to Love. Keep the Faith, Gesso Cocteau September 15, 2022 Illustration by Pete Berg
Expression
Expression (For my friends who tell their stories, decode their mythologies, who stay curious, who go forward without looking back, who dare to inhabit perilous ideas and let themselves be vulnerable.) Wounded words that write their own poetry, minds that are curiously tenacious enough to paint their imagination: Clay that shapes beneath the broken fingers because love leads the artist into dangerous places. Feeling lost at times. and not knowing if you dreamt this poem or it dreamt you, but as artist we go forward and cross our shadows ____ dream our demons Imagine our angels. To stop for one moment and forget who we are suppose to be. To acknowledge that mankind’s human condition never finds its center but is constantly edging up against its boundaries. As artist our creativity is fueled by primitive instinct and cultural conscience. If we see ourselves through others we can create from substance, not the mirrored reality but the reality that embeds itself deep within our awareness. The flower leaves the plant without moaning, without regret without harming, and without need. As artist we can create with passion, with an understanding that desire will never give you what you need, will never quench your thirst or relieve your appetite. That is not the quest of desire, desire leaves you hungry, hunger makes you aware. We fall in love to create, we rise and we assent. It is the will of desire not to be satisfied. It is the artist who must never diminish his or her soul, but to understand the only true freedom we have to create with is within our minds. In the meantime I offer a synopsis In the simplicity of a quote written by Oscar Wilde “The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” Keep creating and keep the faith ____ Gesso Writing and Image © Gesso Cocteau
We Love Deeply
____ but tonight my heart is too small to hold your absence. We love deeply ____ Excerpt from the poem ‘We Love Deeply’ From the Book ‘Song of Desire’ (Limited Edition Prints) © Pete and Gesso
Secrets
Secrets Secrets Do you want to know how this feels? Consequences of fire drips into retribution shellacking my flesh_____ If I Could I would make a pledge with the furies and for just one moment the tyrant could be me… in my thoughts your touch_____ (brilliant resurrection) hand to mouth in hushed eye___ veiled kiss… Your passion pierces deep into …unfurled soft parts of my being______ Twisting and turning I rise up through the mud and stain the light… You the architect of this vista mouth of my poetry good of my evil… here where my secrets drink the gold of your sky______ toward where the echo of your voice swallows my curves tasting my openings… in view of this: (where my syllables undulate to the tone of your vowels) _____where the velvet shadows bend into the sacred trinity birth is given…. Excerpt from 'Song of Desire' © Gesso Cocteau Pete and Gesso 2017