The Heart that Bleeds

By Tom Grasso

A man is broken, then healed, and then finds the great love of his life. Explore the journey through the poetry of a man who has found his soul's reflection in the eyes of his lover, and her heart in the echoes of his soul.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tom Grasso
• Release date: Feb 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463286487

Tom Grasso

Tom Grasso is a seeker, a pathological meditator, a veteran firefighter and rescue tech, a poet, a blogger, and author. More importantly, his is a father of three (meaning he is also a lecturer, teacher, chef, order taker, taxi driver, coach, mentor and aspirin addict) and has found his deep devotion to living life simply and in joy both rewarding and life-altering. He writes in genres that range from spiritual fiction and children's books to poetry and featured articles. Well spoken and mindful, Tom uses his own life experience as a springboard for work that allows you, the reader, the opportunity to discover something different within you. You will find Tom's words beautifully descriptive, vividly powerful and, ultimately, meaningful. You can find Tom's blog at www.tomgrassowriter.com and on Facebook at Tom Grasso, Writer. You can also email him at [e-mail].

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The Heart that Bleeds

By Tom Grasso

©2019, All Rights Reserved

Table of Contents

Dedication

The Way

I SEE YOU

Geese

I LOVE YOU

BEAUTIFUL

RED CARDINAL

TO THE HEART THAT IS THE ONE

THE PROMISE I MUST KEEP

CALLING OUT YOUR NAME

MY DESTINATION STILL

RED BIRD

NO IDEA

YOU KNOW THE ONE

HOME

TWO HUNDRED YEARS

THE DESTINATION WAS ALWAYS YOU

I SEE YOU THERE

YOU KNOW

I WAS BORN TO KEEP YOU WARM

AN ODE OF GOD TO THEE

YOU AND I

IN A DREAM

IN MY BLINDNESS ONCE

SURRENDER, HE ONCE SAID TO HER

SHE SHALL SEE AGAIN

TRUTH WILL NEVER BE THE SAME

ONE DAY

MOONLIGHT

THE EMPATH

THE TORCH

THAT HAND

A FOOL (AN 11/11 RENEWAL)

I AM BORN

FROM THIS

NOTHING

DO NOT CRY

SOME THING OUT OF NO THING

ACCEPTANCE

THE IDEA OF YOU

SEARCHING FOR STARS

THIS LIFE

WHO AM I?

A BUDDHA UNDER A TREE

A SOLID TRUTH

ONE LIGHT

THE NETHER TIMES BETWEEN

LET GO

THE SEEDS LEFT SOWN

THE DRINK

THE UNIVERSE MADE YOU BEAUTIFUL

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

PERHAPS, I AM YOUR SON

THE SENSES

THE TWO ICE CUBES

SHE SAYS

KNOW THAT I AM REAL

THREE WEEKS…OR SO

THE LEAF

SO THE DREAM GOES (WHERE YOU FIND HOPE)

I HEARD YOU

Dedication

It is in the heart of this poet to recognize the truth as it bubbles up within him and pours onto the pages of his life. I have always felt love, first in its absence, then in its promise, and now in its realization. As the formless mist became real there was a beautiful transformation. Although that transformation had occurred, the feeling has remained the same. I can feel her. I can sense her. I know she is there even when my eyes cannot see her and my flesh cannot touch her. She dwells within me, a testament to the soul’s knowing and the heart’s ability to know.

She is a private person so I will not mention her by name in this text. She’d rather keep most of what we share between us, which is fine by me. I will just say that she’s been my muse for quite some time, and she knows it. While the mind plays tricks on us and we often fail to realize the truth of who we are when absorbed by that endless chatter, the words written here are etched in stone as a testament to the truth we share. It is a timeless truth despite our humanity, and it is eternal despite our mortality.

So, to the Great Muse of my life I dedicate this book to you. May you know your name in my beating chest, and hear your song sung softly in each and every breath I take.

Love. ∞

The Way

The way

Your fingers write love

On the pages of my soul.

The grip of emotion

Ebbs and flows like an ocean tide,

My head nestled

In prayer

Upon your breast,

It is the way.

The way,

Dimly lit

Yet illuminated brightly.

I see it now,

Your heartbeat echoing in my eternity,

What have you drawn on my skin?

But some mystery to unfold?

My love you have shown me

The way.

∞

I SEE YOU

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Your heart embracing mine...

Your soul speaking the language I know somehow,

Your eyes lighting up the fires in my mind.

I see you, the layers falling by the shoreline,

Like your clothes, leaving a trail to heightened ecstasy,

The shield you've shown so mightily,

Falls beside us as we kiss.

Your truth, such a beautiful Sunrise for these tired eyes,

Makes love to me without a touch,

Speaks volumes though barely a word’s been spoken.

Your whispers echo in the caverns of my soul.

Fear not, for you are safe...here.

We shall guard each other with every ounce of strength,

Feed each other from the supple grapes we've grown,

Together, in this eternal promise.

To what do I owe this moment?

The idea of your lips on mine,

The taste of love forever on my tongue.

Scars being forgotten in the raised bumps upon our skin.

I see you, a wise man I've been hewn to be,

Knowing grace in the fullness of simplicity,

Finding truth in the sweet nectar you were born to give,

Living and dying in the Word you whisper in my ear.

The empty spot so rigidly saved for you,

We sit together still, one each side of the Bodhi tree,

Our fingers touching, our breath mixing with the air around us,

Brought together by a