Sharing my love narration,
Causing much elation,
Ignoring cant negation,
Here tis love central station,
Harmless joy aeration,
Heart is your curation,
Pixie dust your vocation,
Love needs no stagnation,
Evolving, with illustration,
Never has privation,
Revoked our sublimation,
Scribbling this summation,
"Pour blessed love libation!"
We
Emerge
Through
The innards
Of drenched
Scarlet, with
A piercing cry
Of an afflicted
Crow, away
From clan,
Rising slowly,
A flaming ember,
Over the fingers
Of trees
We grow,
We plough
And web next
To kill and take
With gluttony
Of the hyena
For food, love
And wealth
But all
Too soon
To retire
As sinking
Red ball
Behind
The
Fingers
Of
Trees
The internet destroys,
the internet creates,
the internet is everything,
the internet is fake.
…and good lord is there a lot of ****.
What you add up to may be less,
Than what’s inside and unseen,
But your behaviour will determine,
Happiness by where you've been.
Our processes can be perceived,
By family members or role-models,
Maybe hierarchically by meaning,
But definitely by our rationals.
You can get real with them easily,
Or be as complex as meteorology,
Make a point or sensible relation,
To demand a finite sociology.
When there’s a series of events,
That diverge in extrapolation,
You can associate with friends,
In commutative permutation.
They mean absolute convergence,
Rhyme with you and find time,
For an ellipsis you’ve allowed,
Which you’d like objectified fine.
You won’t falter with summation,
It is inductively correct by step,
Your base won’t make you a case,
‘Cos your hypothesis will schlep.
LOVE SUMMATION
These are the % of
love
I did desire from
you,
If you would compute
it
Fairest is the
quotient
From your love
aggregate:
Your Heart + love =
60%
Raised in power by
X2;
Your Deeds + love =
30%
Equated by a square
root;
Your words + love =
10%
With the value of
nought;
So shall the index
be.
Of the highest
proportion
Is your Heart as a
variable
Shall summate your
Deeds
Use to measure your
words.
You and I in
addition, shall in
Dimension of
symmetry be
Best solution to
this love sum.
17-Apr-13
a song a beat a vocal
tickling the inner ear
a
tune that enables
whistling minutes after
one listening &
on & on for days after,
the melodies &
harmonies that give us
bliss & asking nothing
of us except for each
to delight in the
passing on like stories
of old, like lyrics of
now like images &
tales from the big screen
to the net, from the
comfort in memory of
which we all derive
where the happiest of
times are welded in
with music, simple,
gorgeous, uncompromising,
unobligated &
humble, truly
humble
music,
this sums it all up
like a person one finds
themselves falling in love
with & gets paradoxically
disappointed, simultaneously
because they’ve only
just found them &
wished they had the years
that have already passed to
spend with them,
sheer utter beauty in the
stumbling onto a new
song, a new sound, a new
rhythm, which can jog
similar, if not even more
pure & unadulterated
bliss, opening ones eyes to
a whole new world
brought on by this
exchange of notes &
noise, that which can
bring everyone together,
that which does unite
regardless of time &
place, a welcomed vein
in us all, to which being
completely vulnerable
& emotionally affected
is perfectly alright.
I felt I was full of affection
'Till he started enumeration,
His ego inflation
My interpretation,
Had compounded that situation.
He'd better show appreciation
And maybe even some elation
If he wants gyration
Or any sensation,
And Brother, that is my summation.
Copyright © 2006 Jacquelyn Sturge
jay5
Love’s compounding
Enumeration
Of inner interest
The summation of our hearts
Affection
Is appreciation
Serving desire
Through our end…together
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