i do not love you
words are not in abundance
i am not drawn to you
like birds migrating to
warmer heavens
i felt something brief,
my breath was caught
by love's noose,
but stranger things happen,
i do not love you,
because to love you
would be to become you,
to capsize like a boat,
submerging into red seas,
i do not love in small measures,
to do so would be worse
than blasphemy,
i feel for you,
but i do not love you,
i do not search for your
face in crowds,
i do not love in honesty,
only lies pounding
hoofs on loves ground.
i cannot love you,
because the taste of it is
strange in my mouth,
an unwanted flavour,
like sand and dust,
in the midst of something
that should be sweet.
i do not love you,
or i cannot love at all.

Seasons change by month
I change day by day each year
Seasons stay the same

Friends standing on the beach,
Talking about what they preach.

Beers in a bottle,
Their thoughts on full throttle.

Justifying their strive,
to live a life.

Talking about the same thing in the same way,
but with a different take.

In all this strife,
while we seek for ultimate fulfillment in different things,
we forget we're preaching and reaching in different ways.

But that is how the universe spins,
Within and Without,
And I accept that it spins and spins,
even when I think of nothing,
even when I think of everything.