So, grasshopper.... What is love / to someone who is complaining?
Screaming. Wailing / Proudly prevailing / loudly Reprimanding Or commanding Bounded feet Pushing. Shushing in rushing / Busiest with everyone else's business Pushing.
Dumbfoundedly Enforcing. Forcing / mindlessly divorcing meaning? Not knowing / Rather assuming or presuming To speak not for himself Instead for us, lauding law, howling for god
What is it without making / any sense? / Having no reason? What is love if only a word / Sung or graffiti tag on walls / Ave. 3rd / blurbs
So to speak / a word / whispers... Write or read / Flat screen / one dimensional unexperienced / Word up / Another billboard's Loud propaganda "Unt wonderbar sinfully delicious" You will OBEY Says snickers / Harangue of commands The replete of a single word / repeat "Believe"
On and on / carrying calm
And what is forever to an insect? With brief breath Vampyric Parasitic Abuzz Without purpose but swarm Wasted waning / Locust death Landscapes / we barely notice
Cherish just a starving word
So goes my question / Unanswered. Kept distant. Unproven / underserved The point is moot / What is love / To you? Without proof Without life What are eyes without the light ?
What is love if nothing / If never born A mind Emotes / oceans / swells /
Love .... The tiniest of tempests
One thought becomes a storm Felt Like dreams / Stars for diamond tears Energy in living form... now asking why / Are we here? No doubt It is to know love And so... What is a good word?
Truth (the word of god)
Namaste
The eyes wordlessly say Love light: Our beautiful day.
With every storm loud with thunder A serenity found / Amidst All Life's blunders
So jump for joy, grasshopper... Being loved is like being found. Finally seeing the awe and the wonder. The clarity of a mind's eye, life is the dream breathless heart you must plunder.
Fight fire not with fire, but with water that which you can have but cannot hold...
and what is love if not sharing a drink like every storm we all are wet underneath like every heart must sometimes think we will wake already ashore
inhale this gift - the perfect time is now
because this is love, grasshopper and we are the tempest the hearts who think...
This must be love having been given everything?
my cup is filled by heaven's rain no fear of death, but war and pain...