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I Know Now How Love Learns -

I deserve to know the blueprints of my eyes... You deserve to know why the rose dies... I want to know God's compromise... You shall know how Love writhes... Your eyes were designed to see death... I see the world, I see life, I taste breath... You see suffering, you taste soul falleth... I witness love wonderful, I feel God speaketh... You mistaketh moments, for Eternity's birth, You confuseth care, for justice calleth... Do my eyes lieth, teach the Devil's spelleth... Your eyes dreams distorteth, they corrupteth what your heart seeketh... Why must the rose dieth... So to live truth pureth... What truth does the rose liveth... All that cometh in the Shadow, expresseth in the Shadow, of the Shadow passeth... God's compromise your eyes spilleth, revealeth risk righteous... God gambled with the grave, to spawn spirit, to sow soul rebellious... God fell for Freedom, shattered Itself for the stars, for the sake of raw consciousness... What does God searcheth for, does God great pain possess...? God seeketh heat in ice, pursueth pain in living purpose... Is God the Architect of Good and Evil consequence...? God is wise and weeping wilderness, the lust of creative intelligence... God compromised His eternal innocence...? God became a diamonded metamorphosis, panoramic pulse in prowling permanence... Does Love not make life real... Death makes life real, as love makes you feel, so too, death be your soul's appeal for self sacrificing survival, to endure the relentless ritual of mind vital... Is Love a prisoner of prophecy unlawful... Love is captive of a curse called carnal, You see, Love is a procreative energy primal, flesh fanging nerves of the physical, exhilaration of ego inflamed emotional, atomic sparks splicing matrix mental... My heart is designed to see Life total, I am a fire fed by faith phenomenal... Take me, to where Love learns no more of suffering heartbeats sore, to where the sky wants no more of thunder galore... I can not take you to where God need not explore... J.A.B. 03-12-2025

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Alesia Leach

Date: 4/8/2025 4:42:00 PM

This was transcendent. Every stanza peeled back another layer of what it means to love, to question, to feel God and death and fire inside the soul. It read like a sacred text torn open by pain and stitched back with faith. Absolutely extraordinary. I’ll be rereading this. There’s too much truth here for one read.

Justin Bordner
Date: 4/9/2025 2:21:00 PM

A sacred text need not be ancient, however the sacred in our lives comes from ancient life. I'm excited by how you feel about this composition Alesia...J.A.B.

Laura Breidenthal

Date: 3/29/2025 4:06:00 PM

“Why must the rose dieth... So to live truth pureth... What truth does the rose liveth...” Your questions pulse with the paradox of existence, the way love, beauty, and even truth seem to require loss to reveal their essence. Perhaps the rose does not die, but surrenders itself to something greater—its decay feeding the soil, its petals remembered in the gale. —to me— the rose becomes more than a flower; it is a question, a lesson, a symbol of Love’s relentless transformation. If all that passeth still speaks in echoes, then does anything truly die? Or does it simply change form, waiting to be understood anew? Just some of my thoughts on your brilliance Justin. I adore this. That last line… It feels almost lamentable, inevitable. An endless unfolding of knowing. You have such a gift through your words and relentless spirit to see beyond suffering, to touch rebellion with revelation. Always, Laura

Justin Bordner
Date: 3/29/2025 7:10:00 PM

"An endless unfolding of knowing..." Your analysis is an amber flame in a forbidden hour of the night's knowledge. I wrote this composition to achieve the understanding you here express beautiful Poetess...Justin

Laura Breidenthal

Date: 3/29/2025 4:04:00 PM

Justin… your words touch on the strings of divinity, where Love and Death dance in the embers of knowing. “You see suffering, you taste soul falleth…” Yet in your voice, I hear love rising, a fire fed by faith phenomenal, burning through the currents of prophecy and pain. You ask a deep question, “What does God searcheth for…?” Perhaps the same thing your verses seek—the marrow of meaning, the ache that makes beauty real. Your poetry teaches me—Love never stops learning. “I witness love wonderful, I feel God speaketh...” love that line. If God speaketh in love, then every heartbeat, every longing, every sacrifice, every death, becomes scripture.

Justin Bordner
Date: 3/29/2025 7:20:00 PM

A scripture of love's sacrifice...the violet embers of your thoughts are very special to me Poetess...Justin

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 3/27/2025 2:18:00 PM

God became a diamonded metamorphosis, panoramic pulse in prowling permanence... Congrats on POTD, Justin!

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 3/24/2025 6:39:00 AM

Hello Justine, I just finished reading your poem, and I'm genuinely moved and Congrats on POTD. I loved how the depth of your exploration into love, death, and divine compromise is incredibly insigtful. Your imagery especially the idea of love as a “procreative energy primal” is both beautiful and thought-provoking. It’s a shows the beauty and struggle we all endure. Keep shining! Spring Blessings, My Friend, Daniel

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 3/22/2025 8:33:00 PM

Congrats, Justin on POTD!

Unseeking Seeker

Date: 3/22/2025 8:20:00 PM

Deep musings here, Justin, which to me suggests that the effervescence of love, though complete in itself, is illumined with clear sight, bestowed by not knowledge but by true wisdom, enabled when soul’s eye becomes single. Warmest congratulations on POTD with this masterfully penned poem, God bless.

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 3/22/2025 6:32:00 PM

Congratulations on your POTD win. I enjoyed reading your wonderful write. Have a blessed weekend writing away................

I Am Anaya

Date: 3/22/2025 9:07:00 AM

"so too, death be your soul's appeal for self-sacrificing survival" it has a George Orwell vibe. Let's not overlook anything God gives us as a study, I agree. Well-done. Congratulations on POTD, JB!

Zyrool Gifford

Date: 3/22/2025 4:17:00 AM

Hello Justin, congratulations on your POTD win with this beautifully heartfelt write. Wishing you a wonderful weekend, fellow poet.

Tania Kitchin

Date: 3/22/2025 4:11:00 AM

Justin, well penned, congratulations on POTD.

Beryl Edmonds

Date: 3/22/2025 2:42:00 AM

Wonderful Justin, congratulations on receiving the honour of poem of the day… Beryl

Karen Jones

Date: 3/22/2025 2:09:00 AM

Wow a really deep thought provoking poem! Congratulations on potd and what a challenge you give us.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/22/2025 1:36:00 AM

- A sensitive and beautiful poem...congratulations on your p.o.d.t., Justin :) - Have a lovely weekend :) - hugs

Ink Empress

Date: 3/21/2025 12:20:00 PM

Dear justin Its always so good to read poems written by the sponsor on their own prompt, and the way youv written this is so tender, and delicate and flows in such a seamless manner. And the opening lines really are so very evocative “ you deserve to know why the rose dies” that line is so soul stirring! And i felt it deeply! And the ending too! You have a way with writing about spirituality in a very passionate manner, romanticising every experience! Made me wonder, do you listen to music while writing, cus theres a softness to your words, almost lyrical! Beautiful! “Take me, to where Love learns no more of suffering heartbeats sore, to where the sky wants no more of thunder galore... I can not take you to where God need not explore...” a fave this is definitely

Justin Bordner
Date: 3/21/2025 5:39:00 PM

It means very much to me that you can read, and understand this work without being frightened, sadened, or even repelled. This is next level Poetry, with a meaning that is intended to spur sensitivity into a state of spirituality, to awaken wisdom. I do have a tendency to listen to lyrical and nonlyrical music as I am immersed in the creative process. There are two types of rhythm in poetry, linguistic and conceptual. I also refer to this truth as Continuity, of rhythm and concept. It is essential to conjoin the two so to produce master level literature, especially in a work of considerable length. You embrace the cost and reward of soulful disillusionment Poetess, I like this about you...J.A.B.