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Love Again

Love again And love after love Ends in dissolution of joy I pause, not for me, Because of this much I am certain And long winded Socrates cannot pull the curtain Of logics down unless a fallacy is there I found what he has proven in every tear And smile bemused with dry eyes For I shall always be as I know to be And who I am I know for certain. Love again And love after love People come laden with feelings Confused about their identity Hoping to be cuddled, kiss Flattered, fawn at, frazzle your nerves with demand for attention And after every tantrum and scream Sit pouting to be caressed For you to beg their forgiveness for their childishness And lack of maturity. I could say "grow up!" But you cannot tickle, cajole, or command growth It is the spontaneous fulfilment of identity The ultimate goal of maturity. Love again And love after love Have failed, people withered without fruiting For feeling is never enough And keep changing like seasons, but without warning The whole view of world falls in disarray And I, desolate, alone, face this storm of disbelief That God has no image left in the world, But I Knowing one more thing than Socrates Thasoul t love is a person, a being So that love can only be the gift of self The annihilation of individuality The final becoming Of the ultimate identitty. Every cohesion And pelvic thrust is not the satisfaction until Bone fuse with bone, and flesh with flesh And God and man hold hands in one united soul. Love again And love after love This approximation makes us vulnerable Frightened For ego is the only sacrifice love accepts And with every flight the ritual of lies begin Strand after strand The decomposition of the soul Marriages marred, melted in mist of tears I stay peculiar with the years From the potter's hand I am the image as I am.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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