Long Love society Poems
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Life is a complex without a god.
Feel too much, risk being wrong.
Sit in silence, agree, just nod.
We wish it didn't take that long.
Feel like a slave, get smacked with a rod.
Sit down, believe that you're strong.
We all need a break from lifes daily fraud.
Please stay seated and sing your hearts song.
I'll be here, I'll listen, I'll applaud.
Wake up to the sound of a life changing gong.
Reality rarely
really rallies
a real rapture or a ripple.
Condescending criminals
cornering creative cons
causes us to cripple.
We're never as strong as we think.
We need a reminder
from a soul
not on the brink
I'm not so sure what is at stake.
Sleep is overrated.
Am I even awake?
You can take love
to the store~ that's nice,
but the cashier will say
kindly, that I need a bit
more...
You can take love to the bank,
and the teller will say, that's nice
but not a deposit, dear, to be
quite frank...
One takes love to the Altar:
I also do, but two years latter
the relationship may be thoroughly
through...
for in the scheme of physical reality
love is not coin even accepted by
charity, as the plate is passed
from hand to hand down the pew
if not delivered your 10%
the priest may think, damn you!
Yet, I confess, being addicted to love,
no great wealth on earth, small price to pay
for tokens fitting the turnstile above....
The unexpected words of gratitude
come out of the mouths that receive kindness;
I have noticed puzzled and despised looks
from some aquaintances and friends
who seemed baffled by my thankfulness
and honesty for being a very grateful dude.
Let them call me an imbecile or an idiot,
someone who values others' generosity;
they didn't provide for my needs in my strife!
I won't regret anything that feels right;
how could their greediness ignore my necessity,
if they never thought about my demise?
Is personal happiness a source of harmony,
if there's no willingness to share prosperity?
Give some of it away to make someone happy;
what good is it to have luck and be so greedy?
A treasure has to be guarded constantly from thieves
who can figure it out how to steal it with slickness.
Written on 8/28/2020
It’s 25° C clear
but she’s gone.
The outlines of her shadow, hoping
that they’ll have a chance of putting them into use
in the fashion world.
She wears a black, backless dress
with a plunging front.
The soft contours of her breasts are revealed
through the mirrors on the walls.
On the front page a gazette
her cat walk
rushing down to the battle.
Here, you’re making the neighbours squirm.
Here, you’re making their claymores shriek their hatred.
That’s why your body sags against the bar in fatigue.
You’re trying to remember your voice.
Remember, your phone rings again.
It’s a voice you’ve heard,
that incandescent panic spread through the hall.
They’re marrying her.
They’re scarifying her for their day’s events.
You’ve made me interested in how she’s thinking
& you can’t control this with your beard.
Your gaffe is all there.
You gaze with gratitude.
Lord show us the way
That we can best celebrate your day,
Should it be fun
For all of us to feel as one?
Or should we be sad
Knowing that we may at times have been a little bad?
May we please drink,
So that into depression we do not now sink,
Aware of course
That too much imbibed turns our chatter into morse.
How about the food,
Or would too much eating be quite rude?
Forget that thought,
As we need consume these lovely things we bought,
Also these folk
Will badly need the victuals for all the
alcohol they soak.
Sorry - now back on track,
Forgive the decorum I so very clearly lack;
But it is a joy
To share this feast with loved ones and on that I shan't be coy,
For while it is your day,
There is one further thing I must now say:
It wouldn't be the same
If we didn't come together in your name.
Thus please forgive any transgression
During what will surely be a long and roudy session,
For we toast but once a year
In the presence of so many we hold dear.
Hence let us raise our glass,
Before yet another Christmas simply pass,
To hail your glorious birth
And such a great excuse for this unbridled mirth.
Racism, ageism, sexism, name it!
If there was tech-ism, we’d have to game it
Why should the pattern of reckless decision
Further a hate based on sex or religion
Why not let love and let live be your “ism”
Spreading its beauty like light through a prism
Loveism, likeism, careism, make it!
After a while, you would not have to fake it
What if our would had no isms at all
Changing the course of our strange little ball
Love and let live and leave others alone
Foster the greatest true love ever known
He was my neighbor.
He lived up the street.
Sometimes he said “Hi”.
One day I saw him
At the corner store.
We walked home
Together.
I said I was upset
With my hair.
I didn’t like it.
He said he liked my hair.
He said it was soft and shiny.
He said it reminded him of
A baby seal he had seen
At the zoo.
He said mine was darker brown,
Almost black,
And longer.
He thought my hair was
Beautiful.
Later that week he died.
It was a drowning accident.
It made me sad.
It wasn’t my fault
But it still made me sad.
A couple of times since then
I thought about what he said.
I guess my hair
Isn’t so bad after all.
No matter the duration of a life, what matters most is its content. We should strive each day to give someone a compliment, because even baby steps will take us to the top of the tallest mountain. It may seem “Pollyanna” but enough complimentary love might just help us heal; ourselves and our world.
So what's the difference between taking things personally vs impersonally?
Or should one just stay at the center in between the two.
As one elicit a personal reaction in the form of emotions.
Whereas the other is impartial to all but love in the form of responses.
Then love is not your run of the mill emotion but the only crown jewel.
As the other has to traverse across the sea of all emotions to get back to love.
Therefore further the separation from love deeper the negative emotion.
Try plotting all emotions on the vertical and time on the horizontal
Then moving across the axes at the center you will find your treasure, your ZPM.
After-all an almost depleted ZPM made atlantis rise.
Imagine the power a fully loaded one.
Whether you sit on the control chair or not.
Such is the relation with karma and its better to remember to just do your duty without emotions.
For this produces the most pure fruit true to seed (intention).
Trapped in a cold world
the faces are same
I see them most times
am use to them
yet they teach me
what life means
to humanity
this faces are familiar
they are humans
they are living
yet life speaks
in theirs faces
what humanity means
to life
everyone face is deferent
so are this faces
some are smiling
some are crying
some are still dreaming
some are awake
yet they all tell a story
this story elevate nor
devalue humanity
where are this faces
they are around you
who are this faces
look closely you see
them every time
why this faces
care you will see why
all chance to make
our reality a reality of
humanity is a great
ideology
who is faceless
even the dead still
got one
what does your face tell
the real face
not the illusive one
I hope it bring hope
to the hopeless
I wish it tell a good
story
when we are
trapped in a cold world
What?
What is love, but a feeling?
Why do we follow it so blind?
What are our hopes and our dreams?
Why do they change over time?
What is an oath of love and being faithful?
What is marriage, but a commitment to break?
What is our destiny?
Is it simply what we make it?
What is life and living?
Who decides who lived right and who didn’t?
What is philosophy, but thoughts to be spoken?
And believed by some and disagreed with by others.
What is the meaning of life?
Why can there only be one answer?
What is wrong and what is right?
What gives you the power to say that?
What is opinion without fact?
What are society’s thoughts?
What if we didn’t believe all we were taught?
What if we broke the rules?
What is money, but pieces of paper?
What is wealth, but a status symbol?
What is a conscience, if it is ignored?
What will bring, the end of the world?
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