Often times when reading the messages
poets metaphor in rhyme,
in reason and allusions and imagery
they say the same thing--as if they all of 'em took
a class together on love
they say "love is relative..."
relative to what?
to whom or how or when?
like a family member twice removed,
an aunt, a grandmother's warm smiling
invitingly familial
be it an impromtu emotion, described grandios
and Hollywood acclaimed,
love seems
obscure
demure
fickle at times
wishful
blissful
fervent even
magically
restless
with its deliciousness
on and on so it goes / without saying too much
how it will breathe
new life into those
lackluster
those without
yet are
consumed
hollow
those without hope, suddenly are given it
anew
vivid energy miraculously appears,
HD the world is seen / absolute brightness
faultless and star-filled
clear
Yet it well can cause
our worst of fears
of wars / casualties / gruesome endings
tragedies
:a movie
with Shakespearean poetic pain,
the pentameter of the mortal heart
sonnets of our human condition
:a documentary
of life
conflicted
it is a cause many have and will bleed
for, some even die for,
searching and reaching out
whether in vain
or suffering in the pain find
awakenings
that's what it's all about ...
it is relative, to what or why
in life,
pragmatic,
fractal
human feelings reign - yet a populace
of loneliness, millions of neighbors
never extend an open hand or invitation
so love can be difficult to find
in the sea of man, of many of a world separated
it strikes like lighning, they cliche
quick
unannounced
unstable
it happens without warning, cupid's arrow
hits, discriptively it must be a wound..?
yes / yet no / unknown
it has begun: an end
to a means - a chemical thing
(hypothesized
in scientific circles,
I guess
just one of those undefined unexplainables)
like crop circles
in the wheat fields of the heart it is
sometimes
unpredictably appears
obscene
wild
flavorful
rigid
rarely
mean
spirited
ferocity
at times...
all the while
in nature's law of strength versus luck,
small prey to a predator : eat or be consumed,
love is not recognized (or is it? by the animal)
mate and procreate in their simplest terms.
Does a shark check out it's female before it decides
to release his *****--take it on a date, a swim in the riptides?
a bite of sushi first?
Empress bees and others with their queen-ruled colonies
birth a world from one,
does she feel the same for her thousands of husbands
fathers of her millions of children spawned?
love is relative... love is blind
another descriptive falacy
invented by folk without husband or wife or vision
nor same-*** partners : it is universally
known in these modern communities
of man-made homes
and tomes ... blind ... as if like a person, the word
unable to see,
inept of decisions, making a finale,
who will stay by the miens of our simplicity
flesh and feelings
silent servants
beguiling
hidden
treasure
Now imagine lightning striking
suddenly
real
unabashed
fulfilling
electrifying
sensual
salivating
far beyond restrictions of the flesh/ ***
past times and her finite
musings, they say it will go on and on
"forev'a ev'a? forev'a ev'ah"
so does the song repeatedly plays
so i say, as long as we are
still the masters of this life's age, kings of consciousness,
of intelligence and rage
Love tho'
fleeting
whispy
liked
quenching
lessons-learned
aloft in flight
Love
will stay
and as witnesses to war
or after : in peaceful days,
O the one true thing
I have seen of love's relativity:
love is relative to humans
and our
being
whether blind or whether seeing
(it's yours and ours
heavenly
seeking) ...
Free of will & full of meaning
Love is the truth
All Life is feeling...
Rewrite and edited from the original titled Philosophy of Love - which can be found @ my writers café page.
