Do we outgrown love? No.
That love is great
is no surprise to humans.

We live within our skin
That is enough to say
love does not outgrow us.

But what is love? To think
a fleeting emotion for most
the garbage that needs taking out.

In our modernity we are compelled
to seek the best and strongest
that lasts forever until;

Our need to love grows
beyond the capacity of that
we paid to quell our needs.

This, unfortunately, is love
and flesh too. And we can
blame it upon consumerism.

Love is not a deed.
Life is not a landscape
that should be sold to the

one with the most money.

:: 09-25-2017 ::

THERE I have become a vanquished angel by
awakened eyes so dull by milky shade:
the moon gone before her majesty of Sun
and now morning bright! As ponderous
voices in hallways of books by lined
insecurities: the geese with stiff
necks and her baby followers: we
are everything we see and have been.

Sometimes by the back of wishes
and the promises of forward future:
we can become the better of ourselves
if only we forgive the many who know
us. And we sing like the gawling of cows.

THAT is every this and we cry completely
when we are collectively true: but
little children refrain and ghosts too.
The printed word is more secure
than the act of organic thought.
But love: of no equation
nor of linear true.
And consciousness as a jaguar
touching leaves and puma speeding
through branches of truth.
WE are the journey
WE are the love
WE are the Life
and we are the living.

:: 09-13-2017 ::