Love
What is it ?!
Who should know ?!
Per-happenings, the Creator of it the universe
As He is universal, so is His affection love
As we know five love languages, He knows all
We need not know the why
The how is the wisdom
If we let love dominate our dominion,
We need not imagine heaven
Does it have to have limitations ?!
Its not easy as far as i know to elastate (elasticise/elasticicate) for,
I dont know of how much toll order it being,  i just want its menu
Seems an optical illusion,  seeing that we cannot measure nor weight
Love touches us, but cannot hold on to
We all want to experience it, but are afraid of the experience it brings
Being told that feelings are distorted electrolytes of the senses
Guess thats why they say its blind, or is it blinding
As we lose our common sense to see things clearly , nor with clear thoughts
Yet still compels us to act
And so can actions of love be right or wrong ?! Or is it the result that matters
Love births artists,  
itself being none, seeing that it has no drawing board (not counting its canvas)
And so should it nor can it be questionable?!

I have come to know, church,
As an image dry-cleaner albeit a spiritual-purifier
Religiously purchasing blessings,
With belief,  bribing-out from  sins, with tithe
Paying no faith to its relevance in heaven

The beginnings
Of sunrise
Like vivid bruise on milky thigh
pushing up the dark shutter of Day.

It can be no great art
without the touch of the heart

I used to ignite you
You felt me at every turn you made
Every itch, (stretch of every scratch)
Every whisper
Elbow to elbow
You kept on pushing, maybe shoving
Until you pushed me further than close
Thats how you now feel
Im not yet gone , (thats how its real)
At arms length, still armstrong
Headstrong  not heartfelt
To feel me you have to reach out,
And speak out ( thoughts of emotions)
Hearing your silence,
Yearning your actions
I never thought i would be watching your palms albeit  holding them
I hold  the thought of them,
And how they made me feel
Yes i still do feel ( even  untouched)
Now you imagine in your engine,
That you have pushed me to start a new life   ( without you in the drivers seat)

There once was a crocomodile
Who lived as the lord of the Nile:
     He once ate a pharoah
     From meatballs to marrow
While crying and wearing a smile.