What is love and who defines it. Is love an abstract thing or is it tangible? Is love an act of sacrifice or is it being understanding to another? Is love the act of sharing, or is it being graceful towards another? Is love between two people or can love be between a person and a thing? Who is to say what defines love? When two hearts embrace as poets might illustrate, is this the bonding of love, Does love defy the conventional concepts of limited time? Can it be eternal and transcendent? In truth no one person can say what love truly is, because it comes in so many manifestations. All that can be said for sure is that love can be recognized when one person sees it, because it elicits feelings and deep emotions that are of a positive nature which is the inverse of all things negative. So truly what is love>

The wind in the trees,
the wind in the leaves,
the wind and the breeze...

inhale

The wind in me,
the wind in my sleep,
the wind in my heartbeat...

exhale

The wind on the beach,
the wind on the sea,
the wind on kite strings...

inhale

The wind in me...

exhale

The wind and the breeze...

inhale

The wind in me...

Do you remember Saturday mornings?

Passing notes across the table,
Exchanging juvenile expressions,
Laughing and learning
About who we really were.

It was during this time with you
I discovered myself.
Now I'm lost again, I need your help.

I have forgotten Saturday mornings,
And Friday afternoons,
And every late night.

Do you remember Saturday mornings?

friday:
here i am
laying in bed

saturday:
here i am
laying in bed

sunday:
here i am
laying in bed

i've got weekend friends
all throughout the week.
each doing their part in numbing me.
but, the simple thought of a tragedy
can set me off like you won't believe.
and then i'm gone,
but not back home.
to a place i'm building out of fear
that i'm not going anywhere but here.
but, if i'm gone,
then so are you.
i'm a weekend friend
is that all i am?
'cause if that's true,
i'm so over you.
and if i'm gone,
then so are you.
i'm a weekend friend-
yeah, you're right, it's true.
i'm old on me and i'm over you.
i'm a weekend friend,
but so are you.
we're weekend friends,
i'll be there, won't you?

My mind replays that teenage weekend.
The one that was intense, carefree and beautiful.
We spent that weekend like young lovers
Racing thoughts and pulsing hearts
Not once did we stop and think about what is right
or what is wrong.

Though in this teenage weekend,
nothing is wrong
it is all right.
That's the beauty of this teenage weekend.

Exploring the new depths of something so profound,
we are innocent.
This is new.
It is beautiful.
Carefree.
Intense.

That teenage weekend
is forever there.

The tension is mounting, standing in line
Bass reverberates, the sound of things to come
Manic conversation and body language animation
Staying awake until we see the sun.

Enter the venue greeted by sticky collective body heat
The treble of the onslaught of noise now palpable
Without thinking, i begin to move my feet
Becoming one with the masses of bodies moving in unison.

The milk of the night, one in my hand from a mate
I drink it down as I become expectant
Excitedly waiting for my body to be seized
And exited by a juggernaut of positive emotions.

Every stranger is a one minute friend
Micro moments of love become my guide for the night
The music sounds like the songs of the gods
The rhythm and percussion of an underground ritual.

Every touch and taste and sound is heightened
An emanating aura of love surrounds the crowd
Smiles, laughs, hugs and high-fives
Throwing shapes and boogieing down.

As the party creator closes down the night
Masses pour outside drowned by early sunlight
All in search of a beach or after-hours haunt
To continue on their hedonic treadmill.

This weekend, something has awakened inside of me. This weekend I have lost my fear. I have fasted and been patient- I have enjoyed the company of my friends and enhanced in their sadness, their happiness, their contributions to the feeling of “whole”. I have seen human nature and kept to myself. I know that throughout all suffering I always have the peace of myself to return to, the inner quiet that speaks to me at night and envelopes me and tells me it will all be okay. There is beauty in the system, the system that lacks courage and strength, where cowards reside, there is also fault. Excellence and prodigious truth lie within nature, tranquility, the placidity and enjoyment of pedestrian life. Over complication does nothing to enhance life or living, and the creation of problematic situations is meaningless in any circumstance. To live and live in the lives of others is where true value lies, and I am settled, I am content.