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    The Heart that Bleeds
    The Heart that Bleeds
    The Heart that Bleeds
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    The Heart that Bleeds

    By Tom Grasso

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    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.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTom Grasso
    Release dateFeb 14, 2019
    ISBN9780463286487
    The Heart that Bleeds
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    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 [email protected].

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      The Heart that Bleeds - Tom Grasso

      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

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