Monday, October 15, 2012

i like poetry

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it everywhere?
In the sunshine on your skin?
In the rain upon your hair?
As it swims through atmosphere,
Into your lungs.
It is love, it is love.
It's an emotion,
A notion,
Undefined by science.
It is the black holes,
And dividing by zeroes,
It cannot be seen,
But it exists.
And sometimes it screams.
And sometimes love whispers.
Can you hear it?
As it echoes,
And reverbs?
Into every single piece of you,
It's every single piece of you.
You are love.
Yes you breathe it,
Can you feel it?
And taste it on your tongue?
The sweet sugar of passionate,
Devotion to everyone.
Feel it running through you,
In your blood, in your veins.
It is everything.
Feel it rip through your bones,
Into tendons and ligaments,
And joints,
And through all the muscle and marrow,
Into every single cell,
Can't you tell?
This is love.
Sending your body into an earthquake,
Bringing you onto your knees,
As the buckle like paper planes,
Dipping in the breeze.
And it spreads through your body like,
A beautiful cancer,
But it's not terrifying,
It's death defying,
It is a miracle.
A wonder drug,
A perfect hug,
Of feeling and affection,
Of pure, honest connection,
And no objections,
To calling it an infection,
In hopes it spreads across the world,
And travels into every single heart.
Let's get sick with love.
Take off your shirts of shallowness
And your pants of pride.
Your hats of haughtiness,
And your socks of sin.
In your nakedness bare your shame,
And humility.
You are human,
Bound to forge mistakes,
And trip and blunder.
Sit and shiver in the forthcoming rains,
Tremble at the thunder.
And then clothe yourself.
Cover yourself anew.
And most of all,
Cover yourself in love,
In love above all things.
Wear it as a coat,
And feel it's beautiful warmth.
Wear it on your feet,
Your shoes,
And always walk in love.
Let love be the ocean that you drown in,
And resurface with new found understanding.
And love is not only for your,
Lover, mother, brother.
But for everyone,
For everyone you like and that you hate,
Because that is love.
When you can offer up a part,
Of your heart to someone who you think,
Does not deserve it all.
That is love,
That is love,
That is love.
So let us love.

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