Literal Love

L-O-V-E

This small alliance of letters
which tongues often dance around
sometimes pressed to cheek
Neglecting the profound meaning
when the lips are pressed to speak
It’s invaluable wildness
highly treasured by the meek

The bond of a glued universe
otherwise formed by fragmented fates
Still a viscous liquid dripping
filling an Ethereal pool
flowing through outlets
to and through the Pierian Spring
A wishing well of wisdom
The bold may imbibe
not only knowledge
but compassion and understanding

The muse for many artists
adventurers, conquerors
et cetera, et cetera
It’s a splendid sentiment
with exciting endeavors but
There’s so much more to the meaning

Maybe only a fool would believe
that a rose could ever love
but a wide-open mind can see
that there is love in the rose
The reason this bush grows and spreads seeds
because one day it will die
Maybe more than a fool would agree
that life goes on through love

Nature can produce some savage scenes
merciless hunters with bone crunching jaws
Creatures from nightmares
and some from sweet dreams
but one thing unites them all
They’re there because someone or something had cared
for what their life may mean

It’s a wonder
who could ever think
the circle of life
could turn without love
to spur its twirl

It never was a word
before the linguistic sorcerers
They came along to write the lexicons
and became mages
imbued spells in the Book of Ages pages

If love is a soul
they must’ve been enraptured
for they captured and place it in
a quasi-corporeal body
Limbs borrowed from an alphabet

It was people who crafted this magic
and it’s people who practice this magic
People Live
People Die
People Hate
People Cry
People do so many things with Love
As in these were made with love
People do so many things with Love
As in change it a little bit to fit a desire
So many songs
So many stories
So many events that have transpired
So many works of art it’s been a part of
It might’ve been love
that made Mona Lisa smile

Romeo and Juliet
Dead and decayed
Yet it’s amazing how long
their story has carried on beyond them

Such a melodious decree
Not conjured by the birds and bees
but written by the Bees and Gees
A curious inquisition
How deep is this which sets people free
from a world of fools that keep them down
When they all should just let them be

It’s a beautiful thing
in what at times can be an ugly reality
When mouths and bellies must go hungry
At least today it won’t be the young ones
An older soul may starve just a little longer
so some newer lives may grow

Indifferences in life entails
many more morbid tales
where all sorts of sacrifices are made
for the sake of a loved one
Tales that would never exist
If maybe there were more people willing to be
the one that loves

This single syllable incantation
has been said so many times
It’s been diminished
to a mere chant of infatuation
made to catalyze stimulation
or used as a tool for manipulation

Sometimes
Being in a quasi-corporeal body
means that it’s trapped in a tactile existence
where too many are afraid to feel
It remains untouched
overlooked far too often
as it gets lost in parts the world

Love is chasing the pipe dream
to achieve it by any means
Only to have the Ignis Fatuus
shed a light on a love
of the truest nature
Residing in the waking moments of reality
Fruition formed by fragmented fates
fused together by a universal glue

In this Macrocosm
In this Microcosm
This world
These Ecosystems
These incarnations of life
where this viscous liquid
has been flowing from an ethereal pool
to grow in these creatures
These smithereens of dreams
bonded together
Living
Dying
Surviving
Thriving
Alive

One would have to wonder
What else would allow life to linger
in an otherwise
cold and unfeeling vacuum
that exists beyond the sky

 

Naked Truth

It’s hard to see a naked soul
They’re invisible to the naked eye
The truth lies naked and is so old
Lays bare compared to the lie
But of course they’re there
Actually, they’re everywhere

They’re always seen in clothes
In a wide variety of styles
Wool, fur and skin covered souls
Hugs it as it runs wild
Unfortunately when they’re forced to strip
People often see no more of it

This is when the lie is told
Buried bodies are dead and gone
With no mention of their soul
Where it’s been told that they live on
For some it may be beyond believing
Some essence of them is breathing

All that is has an ebb and flow
All that is has an energy
All that is may come and go
All that is can be heavenly
A soul stripped, made naked and bare
A soul stripped, can roam anywhere

A soul can roam in many minds
A soul can roam in many hearts
A soul can roam in many times
A soul can roam in many arts
A soul can roam and never cease
A soul can roam and be at peace

Some swear it’s all connected
If it exists than it’s intertwined
A thought which stands to be respected
Like the correlations in the mind
Everything inherently related in a way
Like the eternal relation of night and day

The forsaken clothes may lay here
The flesh, the skin and bone
The soul may even stay near
Those still dressed won’t feel alone
The life is only the body dies
The truth is only the body lies

My Nature

This is my nature
This is my heartbeat you see
This is what is me

Imagine a tree
The way its roots always reach
Deep down underground

Call it Down to Earth
Call it a firm foundation
Call it survival

Call my memories
Reaching into yesterday
Where they were once seeds

The root of my being
My nature and my nurture
From which I may grow

My self-discipline
Green and pliant in my youth
Now yields to no force
Unfortunately
Altercations may break me
If they have such strength

Yet I still grow tall
Memories of my childhood
At my fingertips

To the sky they reach
Far from what they had once been
Though forever linked

Such intrepid will
Always reaching for that star
Life sustaining goal

From dirt to gold glow
Extremes of the young and old
Oh, how we all grow

To love is to grow
Even if it is apart
When we grow the most
To love is to grow
I hope that this apple will
Never fall too close

This is what is me
This is my heartbeat you see
This is my nature