Don’t seek love
You will learn
To be cold one day
Expect nothing from life
You will be disappointed
Wait for 'verse to deal her hand
That is plenty to get on with
Bold is hope
Its alchemy will mount an army
To lay siege
On stupid cognitive mind
Until you are sick
To the breaking bone
With life itself
Because it will never come
Stay real
Save Heartache
Art will make opaque
Fragile mind
To be given only in glances
From this moment onwards
When I give love freely
It is beautiful treason
To what is actually going on
This blissful unknowing
Corroding my reason to be
Free to exist without savouring
Acrid taste so sweet
Turned displeasing
Through violent epiphany
On the state of affairs
I, the fool
Do confuse progress
With feeling things
Au contraire
To the loneliness
I seem to process
I cannot be trusted
With handing out affection
So I will make it happen
With those I can love
Until the tension
Of this karmic lesson
Is lessened
Releasing these organs
To breathe what man does best
I may then build a mountain
Upon this omen
Move it on
With silent motion
To a fruiting body
For all to see
This is where my love will seep
Out of this copse
The sun shall creak
To drench those
I could have loved twice-fold
By chance, not plan
This way the universe can
Decide in its uncertain cold
To not seek love
One learns
This warmth
When one knows
How love is made
Then love will flow
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Don’t seek love
You will learn
To be cold one day
Expect nothing from life
You will be disappointed
Wait for 'verse to deal her hand
That is plenty to get on with
Bold is hope
Its alchemy will mount an army
To lay siege
On stupid cognitive mind
Until you are sick
To the breaking bone
With life itself
Because it will never come
Stay real
Save Heartache
Art will make opaque
Fragile mind
To be given only in glances
From this moment onwards
When I give love freely
It is beautiful treason
To what is actually going on
This blissful unknowing
Corroding my reason to be
Free to exist without savouring
Acrid taste so sweet
Turned displeasing
Through violent epiphany
On the state of affairs
I, the fool
Do confuse progress
With feeling things
Au contraire
To the loneliness
I seem to process
I cannot be trusted
With handing out affection
So I will make it happen
With those I can love
Until the tension
Of this karmic lesson
Is lessened
Releasing these organs
To breathe what man does best
I may then build a mountain
Upon this omen
Move it on
With silent motion
To a fruiting body
For all to see
This is where my love will seep
Out of this copse
The sun shall creak
To drench those
I could have loved twice-fold
By chance, not plan
This way the universe can
Decide in its uncertain cold
To not seek love
One learns
This warmth
When one knows
How love is made
Then love will flow
