Love on the Run
Butterflies with broken wings
Songbirds having forgotten how to sing
Leaves no longer reach out to the sun,
Love, my friend is on the run......
Man against woman, child denying child
Beggars fought against soldiers and yes, they died
People in chains, don't reach out to the sun,
Love, my friend is on the run.....
Corporate badges, and paychecks enter the room,
Priests and Prophets proclaim imminent doom....
Oceans anger as the garbage gathers
Earth ignores as a politician blathers
Clouds of pollution in the face of the sun,
Love, my friend is on the run....
Migrants, refugees and the homeless now hold the reins,
made sick to death by government's brains.....
the poor, the humble the innocent still find the sun,
Love, my friend returns from its run
Saturday, September 26, 2015
true love is hardly an illusion....
I have called your name, missing you
as if a limb were torn from my own body
I have lain entangled with you,
cried out that our merging bodies were not enough
I have been driven mad,
by the limits placed on my own heart
for I do LOVE....
and I do UNDERSTAND
what LOVE is wanting here,
LOVE seeks only the perfection of you and I
lives only in the purity of those essences,
The beauty of which, is unspeakably tender....
Its rapture is in the presence of unmindful innocence,
thoughtless in its ecstasy of KNOWING
Giving opportunity and chance after chance,
to discover the perfection of ITS vision...
Revealing the immortality of itself over and over again
and the POWER which it holds of transformation
Existing only in the realms of truth,
in whose temples I humbly desire to remain....
I love your soul, as if it were my own..
I hold your presence in my heart,
and softly to enter into yours..