Let's understand that Love is not invented...
It is ready...
Words are not what concretes It to be...
It is the essence that is not seen...
Love does not follow rules,
it is an anarchist by nature ... I
We need to feel it ..
So that we maybe be ready
to live its immensity, its Full intensity... !
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PS. reading a poetess girl friend, Juli Lima
Roads
Roads of concretes
Roads of tar and mortars takes
Us all around
My underactive mind takes my ideas swiftly away from us,
Kicking them in mean ways into corners, under redundant debris.
But wait I say, protesting
It does no good; my status quo mind is done.
Ideas are now kaput, thrown away in all directions
Nothing tidy about her terribleness, certainly not cleansing or kind.
I try to coax out my sensitive muse, but she is in hiding, terrified.
Worn out and sad, for our underactive mind is insisting on its way.
Wants concretes and absolutes, tired of imagination winning daily.
Maybe tomorrow? I suggest to muse gently, stroking her faerie hair.
Muse is in fetal position now, tucking her face under fluffy blanket.
I reassure her gently as we drift to sleep in perpetual soul land,
Knowing our ideas will be replenished and revived by morning.
The truth is there but hidden from the concretes.
The metaphors resounding in the path of elephants
Drowned out by thinkers who do not connect the swirls
With the dendrites they could have grown had they chosen too.
The wit is there for the abstracts to glean and relish
For the writers and thinkers to enjoy lavishly as they read.
The humor is popping off the page for those who see.
The dreamers, the lovers, the seers, they laugh with relish.
The imagery is there in thousand dollar words,
In words we know not every day, and use only in poems.
The feelings are there, and are often felt by even the concretes.
The soul knows what the closed minds cannot.
OH THE TIRING DAY
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Oh, the tiring day!
Hiding shame, seeks darkness.
Blemishes grey,
not gone, blended sadness!
Darkness hiding secrets,
evil and good.
Handprints in soft concretes,
what ere your hood!
Blended badness!
Moon shadows, hark they cry!
Mans blindness
is causing planet earth to die.
Oh, the tiring day.
Hiding shame, seeks darkness,
can't always, so say,
as night seek respite, in lightness!
Modern day, night vision,
exposing all, proof, it's conclusion.
mans denial, derision!
Governments won't stop pollution!
Money o lovey Money
It's been talked about somewhere
It's been made elsewhere
Some worry about it
Others cry over it
While those who have much of it
Lavish and hide some in concretes
Sometimes induces the heart beat
Most time gives your body a nice treat
Many are living for it
More have died for it
Most are in hell for it
Forth, Comfort isn't the
Essence of life
But she brings plenty of that
When you earn her love
Most time that entails
Sweat and blood
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