John Geddes Quotes

Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin

Across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight ...

When someone is honest and vulnerable, they wring my heart - I want to hug them for being real ...

You betrayed me, but after all those years I discover, my tears have wiped the slate clean ...

The real junk food is what Frank Lloyd Wright called light entertainment - bubblegum for the eye ...

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

When your heart is broken, don't go silent - speak to God in his own language ...

All this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips ...

Maybe I am just your priest - or a churl - perhaps you mistrust me the way the medievals mistrusted monks ...

We use intimacy to refer to the physical when it really pertains to the spiritual ..

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul ...

Open the access to your heart and write down what your voice is whispering ...

If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone ...

Winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird ...

I didn't want you flawless - I have a bare wall at home that's flawless - I wanted your character trapped in the amber of your skin ...

You disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...

You go back to liberate the captives and sadly realize, some want to remain tied down in the cave ...

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

Take off your sweater in the darkness and static flares as a tiny lightning storm - I am the same at the end of your fingertips ...

There's an impotency Viagra can't touch - the inability of a man to speak ...

Who is the hunchback in my comic opera, but me? I'm crippled on the inside and unable to make the gestures of love ...

It's not the medium that's the message - it's consciousness - the wonder of being able to wonder ...

...all my life I prayed to a star – Later discovered it was Venus – I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering why she was sending me you -sad...

We live in the same city but don't see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories ...

Nobody ever takes from the desert anything but aridity and monsters ...

You lifted the veil when you admitted you had no memory of that day - it was so special and your lack of recall so monstrous ...

Evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it ...

At morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock ...

The scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began
...

At seventeen I tried to write poetry confining myself solely to Anglo-Saxon words - don't know if it helped, but it made me more concrete ...

Our hearts break, and take us out of relationships that are too painful for us

You became lost in the maze of me - forgive me Love, for keeping you close ...

My sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...

It's easy to express romantic love - harder to manage daily love - to forgive failings close to feelings - to divide self from soul ...

You ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled ...

The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart ...

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

The struggle is not with others, but within us, to do what we are called to do

I wish I could tell the tale of your beauty as my rough hands caress your face ...

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable ...

If you're an actor, and you've thought your way into the part, then you're character portrayal will have authority ...

The book of the hours - Tres Riche Heures - what did it matter when I had you? ...

When I chose you, I didn't want the commonplace - I didn't want a 'partner' - I wanted a shrine ...

There's something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one - I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me ...

Tolstoy said, happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story - then what does that make us? ...

If you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain ...

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists ...

When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears ...

You have a terrible beauty that scares me - a fierce defiance that won't be subdued - not that i want to tame you - I don't - I like to look ...

You've lost perspective? Well, get it back - God alone has the third person point of view in this life ...

...Other women I can flatter and praise – but to you, I must tell the truth...

Myths aren't fairy tales or legends - they're an honest attempt to explain mysteries ...

The art of Europe is drowned in the centuries in the war-scarred face of a motherland..

When I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud

Freedom of conscience does not mean being uncontrolled - we have to control ourselves and at times submit to others ...

You and I are black and white - a film noir, filled with gestures, poignant and tender

The answer is not in the damn blank page - it's in the days or years before and you have to dredge it up - exhume the past again ...

Some say Twitter seems trite and lacks weightiness - but in actuality, it lends itself to poetry - it can be very compressed and intense ...

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

I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short ...

I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe ...

I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again ...

Why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age ...

There's nothing more lovely than your lamplight, seen from a dark street ...

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me ...

I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been ...

You are my winter suddenness - a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth

I see more pathology in others than I did ten years ago - the older I get, the more insane people seem ...

I write small poems
the kind that fit on a postcard ...
and still can break your heart

Words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...

I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art ...

A bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground ...

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 ...

Perhaps in actions I'm less of a man - but, oh the words - such lovely words ...

It's good to know wave and particle alpha code, but more than that, the writer must go to the heart of life ...

And not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again ... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now ...

Only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane ...

You see, the Highway to Hell is a toll road. Someone has to pay. And, guess what? It ain't gonna be me.

It took me a lifetime of glimpses, but now I see you completely - did I tell you you're beautiful? so kind to animals, children and me ...

What is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul ...

You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls ...

That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror ...

Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin ...

Paint in blue and black ... sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...

I've always idealized women I've loved - they all fell short, save one - the one God chose for me - she lights up a room by walking into it ...

I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...

You called me poet-priest - I am ... devoted to my art, faithful to you ... or, is the other way around? ...

Mankind is not a race of noble savages - but primitive monsters hide inside us, elusive as Sasquatch ...

And here's a secret for you - everything beautiful is sad ... gilded with impermanence ...

You have changed everything for me- you rearranged the furniture and now you've changed the view from my window! ...

You knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on ...

I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys ...

Every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory? ...

I always thought youth were idealists - now, I'm not so sure - I'm more idealistic now then at 17 ...

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

They say a reformed roue makes the best husband, but, Oh! Didn't they tell you? Monsters can't be reformed ...

Your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over ...

Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know ...

I'm not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can't move the world - let alone your heart..

I think there are lovely sunsets in hell - and that's where my desire for you is sending me