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Love is the Reason..
I’ve thought about it and I have come to the conclusion that we’ve sold love short. Too often, we talk of love strictly in terms of romantic relationships and soulmates while overlooking the frequent acts of love that happen everyday.
Love is bigger than a storybook romance or finding your soulmate. Love is bigger than sexy words and romantic books of poetry. Love is bigger than consuming wine and strawberries while lying on white sand on carribean beaches. Love is bigger than saying I do and the ceremony of marriage.
Love is the reason parents dream of better days for their children and then work themselves to death trying to give it to them. Love is the reason we sacrifice our dreams, revolt for our future, stand up for our beliefs, and hold on when it makes sense to let go. Love is the reason organizations like Mother’s Against Drunk Driving (MADD) were created, the reason we care about Breast Cancer, the reason we we fight for education, and the reason we cry when we lose someone close. Love is the reason King went to the mountaintop knowing they would kill him for it, and the reason Malcolm became dangerous. Love is the reason we melt when our kids look at us and smile. Love is the reason we give in when we want to be stern and are stern when we want to give in.
Love is that thing that allows us to overcome our fear and push forward even when faced with death. Love is that thing that makes us happy sacrificing our comfort when we could easily focus on self. Love is that thing that creates heroes in times of despair. Love is more than everything I’ve mentioned and everything we attribute to it. To put it simply, love is the reason God created us.
So when ask me, do you have any love poems? I will tell you all of my poetry was wrote from a perspective of love, therefore it’s all love poetry.
A Forgotten Poet.. and his Words
Once you free those words that are caged in your soul,
You will never get them back
You will never be able to cage or control them again
Never again will they allow you to dictate
Who they can associate with or
Where they can go
Once they are free from your grasp
Your words; those words
Will become confident and powerful beyond your crafty manipulation
They will take on a life of their own and
Leave you broke and
On the brink of starvation as they
Move on to bigger things
They will declare to the world their arrival
Emancipate themselves from your name
Refuse to give you anymore glory
Call you a liar every time you try to take credit for their existence
The next time you see your words
They will have forgotten you
They will be bigger
Than you could have ever imagined
World famous travelers
Circling the globe
Spreading the inspirational message that you
Spent years incubating in the pit of your soul to
Their legions of followers
When asked the question where did they come from
They will simply respond
“Author Unknown”
The first time you encounter
Your uncaged words
It will be devastating
It will feel as if someone stole
Your most prized possessions from under your nose
It will feel like someone ripped
Your heart right out of your chest
And left it
In the gutter of hopelessness
The more fame they gain
The more obscure and invisible you become
An eclectic poet
Who gave to the world
The most beautiful words
Ever written,
Taunted to death
By the very words you gave
The Doctors contend
It was old age
The truth is
You poured your whole soul into your words
and gave them to the world
and forgot to keep some
For yourself
You didn’t die
You were forgotten
But they still pay homage to the words
That were created by
The Author Unknown aka The Forgotten Poet
Flash Flood (Freewrite #2)
They say, all the right words with the best intentions
Lyrical geniuses crafting poetic lines to blow your mind and to get your attention,
Low, sweet serenades of love pulsating the drums of your ear,
While they stand behind you pulsating at full attention,
Your desire to be loved makes you ignore the hands that are ascending,
Around the crevices of your breast,
Your heart vigorously pounds through the cavity of your chest
You lick your lips before producing a quiet humming moan
You slightly arch your back and scream the words,
“Daddy Bring It On Home!”
..and now she’s gone
Should have read the label before bringing his book home
Warning – A Poet’s Words Should Not be Read Alone
Flash Flood
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