Wednesday, June 14, 2017

True love

Built on foundations to not ever crumble
stood a solid block of true love
but time took a chisel and chipped every day
until the block was reduced to rubble.

The bits landed in places where humans resided
and as would happen they germinated
to grow the most beautiful “I love you, I do”
in the midst of unbridled chaos.

There followed a time of utter confusion
because humans, of course, had no clue
until finally, finally, they all decided
they’d try their best to just feel it.

So they prodded and stroked and caressed
but, lo and behold, it lay there inert
because it never was taken inside
away from the maddening crowd.

It still grows today in the heat of dismay
which just goes to show that love never dies
but, oh, how it cries in the dead of each night
to simply be taken inside.

And once inside it will blossom and bloom
and be forever a thing to be treasured
but leave it outside and the “I love you, I do”
remains as before inert!

Sunday, June 11, 2017

And so ...

The jackpot’s guaranteed yet still the itch of palm
to feel the grain and texture of immortal love
and the scratch and scratch of searching minds
sends the itch a-creeping deep and deeper still
into the psyche, see?

And so the body squirms and jiggles  
in the light of oncoming obstacles
planned to coincide with an indecorous stretch
into the mystical. 

But this … this surreptitious invasion
works silently and stealthily to satisfy the psyche
by whatever means fits the circumstances.

And so there’s pain and no gain, an illness, poverty,
together with the so and so,
 the so and so  of how life goes,  
before the knowing that ~

immortal love is just an itch no human being can scratch
or dent, or break, or disengage from the psyche, see?