Love

Love is pain and pain is love. Love is heart ache, love is tears, love is compassion, love is passion. Love is a voice, it’s a picture of wrinkles. Agony is the reformed shape of love. You love as in die for.

Love is the glimpse of glitter shinning though your eyes. Love in the light possessing your body every time love walks in. Love is the glare that makes you smile. Love is a space, a dimension. Love is a phase, love is a legend. Love is not a shape, nor does it have a color. Love has no country, no origin. Love is a birth, love is process…

Love in the feeling that makes you fly. Love is the tears that make you cry, love is the hand you hold, the years you spend, the yes’s you say and no’s you wish you had.

Love is foolish, love is strange, love is scary, love is mysterious. Love is freedom, love is captive. Love is young, love is old, love is middle aged, love is a crisis, love is a being apart of me that can never reside else where.

Love is a heart beat, love is the moon. Love is the sun, love is light over the waves of waters spreading warmth through miles of oceans.

Love is cold, love is pain, love is death, love is lost, love is far, and sometimes near. Love is a question, and maybe an answer.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

The question of why.

Why does greatness die young, evil dies old.

Why does good hurt, and bad laugh.

Why do dreamers want it all, yet get nothing. Slacker get everything, yet wanting nothing.

Why does love leave when love is a peak of selfless passion.

Why does family hate you when you love them most.

Why are you abandoned at the door when your bleeding?

There are many more questions cruising through memories of a history book lost in the dust of time.

Why do the tear drops of the green eyes go unnoticed by the wavers of the hazel cold lover, gone with the wind of eternity. Never to come back, her eyes froze in time, soul released from ceasur.  Telling the tale of dripping ache.

N.A.

As Much As

As much as we love, as much as we feel, as much as we laugh and smile. As much as we dream and plan, as much as we’re romantic and lovable, gullible and sweet. As much as we are patient, as much as we help, we need, and as much as we want; we still need to remember that reality is the ultimate god of life. Reality is a deal breaker, a dream crusher, and a heart commutator. Not to be negative but we cloud our minds with deja vu and sweet lullabies we forget to think about the realism of life, and with that skipped thought we push ourselves to tumble into weed, crash into a wall, and cry out a river.

Think.

Decay

I blame you for the decay, the chipping away. The led that seems through, the pounds of drums syncing through the peddles, vibrating across the rivers. Leafs vane a story of puzzling game. Enigma was the theory of the creator in mind. The plays play out wonders of drama; sarcastic laughing of the century crackled by thee. I grow, with my eyes circling the motion silence around me too loud to listen to, too low to hear. The story was too bright to see, the scenes too dark to recognize. An army of water circled my eyes, ready to attack the battled fields of puples dried of grin. The lines of the facade I call face gloomed down, sunk deep into a cave of hiding.

Fuzz covered the realism, reality was blunt. Reson was on vacation and brain was frozen. Emotion silented, handcuffed my soul. Round up the laughter, all gone. The legs keep walking a vage line not directed by though, or a train of plans…just a line. A line that ran though every crack, circled every cloud, and ducked every bullet.

ALife

The Mastiff of Love

Snaking through the scales of skin, under the pours, beneath; blood dives of spats. The floors are covered of still stares, shock looms on dawn with the plan to retrieve her goods. The love that was not real, fake of manner, of vow but still owner of her first glare. She appeared as a victim of lust, not the shadow of innocence but the devil within disguise. How can she unravel the plans of deception and win the game of love which is not love but lust in her mind. She can lie; she can tell but with not face will show. Hidden behind the veil of ambiguity, sneer of trickery travel the vanes of mind. Ploy is the game of love. Item of winning, the ownership is the pride of the tribe. Control me no more love, but keep in distance of my eye for I can see your truth coming of light from thunderous skies they wept.

Earth Soul

A need for affection my heart is shallow, melted dripping the earth soiling the rock mountain of the shadows. A lace of freedom will need to fly the waters of heaven and the skies of seven. The layers of valves circled my body in an attempt to save the broken heart. The shell will break and pieces of the; will travel the earth to find perfection that is impossible. The possibility of chance is thrown out deep into the forest of my mind, tracing the traces of hope. Back into time we go and far too far for the eye can reach we travel, no our feet but our souls left briefly to find what we looked for, but never found. To ask a question that was forbidden still tickles my curiosity though making the lords angry with mercy of petty non sense. You are my child naive and clever they spoke one voice from the corners of the heavens carried by angels to my drums. I split a curve on my facade knowing the love was there for me to unearth.