Fear is the mind killer and the heart killer..especially if we scream and there is no one to hear.
I Love
Not to be loved in return I love Because it is the only way I feel life Without the warmth of true expression Which is to love without condition All is lost in the coldness of the void I awaken only to confirm my solitiude This is the unacceptable death I fear That in this sterile and emotionless void I shall perish with a scream unheard In the suffocating reality of science dark Watching the birth of the monsters of men I lanaguish while the television sells visions To the uneducated masses That equals snakeoil and relics of saints In the effectiveness of solving Love unanswered and unrealized.
This is a poem that makes a reader think. The complex mood of love need not have an object; it may have one's self as an object, or it may embrace all of Reality. Love may embrace itself. We wouldn't be conscious without our moods. Love is our reality. It isn’t memory, or logic that gifts us Consciousness, but rather our moment to moment moods. Moods are our treasures. Our momentary interconnected moods is much greater than their sum, a synergy that defies logic.
Love is a topic that gets a lot of play with poets..and for good reason. Love really is our most imp.. read moreLove is a topic that gets a lot of play with poets..and for good reason. Love really is our most important nourishment. Babies without love and affection will whither and fail to thrive. Adults really are the same it just does not show as much. When there is no REAL love and that is another subject, not selfish ego centered love, but authentic unconditional love.. adult love. than we do what is right for that person, for other people, and for our planet.. and of course ourselves..
Namaste
10 Years Ago
thank you for reading and the thought provoking comment you left. I read and loved it.
10 Years Ago
Either we're are in the mood, or we're not, but if we are in the mood, then we 're aware.
This is a poem that makes a reader think. The complex mood of love need not have an object; it may have one's self as an object, or it may embrace all of Reality. Love may embrace itself. We wouldn't be conscious without our moods. Love is our reality. It isn’t memory, or logic that gifts us Consciousness, but rather our moment to moment moods. Moods are our treasures. Our momentary interconnected moods is much greater than their sum, a synergy that defies logic.
Love is a topic that gets a lot of play with poets..and for good reason. Love really is our most imp.. read moreLove is a topic that gets a lot of play with poets..and for good reason. Love really is our most important nourishment. Babies without love and affection will whither and fail to thrive. Adults really are the same it just does not show as much. When there is no REAL love and that is another subject, not selfish ego centered love, but authentic unconditional love.. adult love. than we do what is right for that person, for other people, and for our planet.. and of course ourselves..
Namaste
10 Years Ago
thank you for reading and the thought provoking comment you left. I read and loved it.
10 Years Ago
Either we're are in the mood, or we're not, but if we are in the mood, then we 're aware.
agree with Amos ... poignant ..rich in the depth of its wisdom ... your poem takes in real life, our phony life and universal truth in a nut shell ... i think this is an impressive poem
E.
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10 Years Ago
Einstein Noodle I love that handle by the way.. it is a brain catcher.... I also love your writes.. .. read moreEinstein Noodle I love that handle by the way.. it is a brain catcher.... I also love your writes.. and feel you are very literary and talented.
This was elegantly crafted and the subject was mesmerizing...
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10 Years Ago
Amos thank you I appreciate you reading this and I have come to respect your view as you are extreme.. read moreAmos thank you I appreciate you reading this and I have come to respect your view as you are extrememly talented. Thank you fine Sir
My grandmother was Violet. I share her name I am Susan Violet.. But she was the strongest most beautiful woman I have met. For some reason when I started writing again I had this image of her telling .. more..