Philosophy of Love...?

What is love really? Philosophy of, & questioning what true thing it may mean...

Often times when i read the messages

poets who metaphor in rhyme, reason and allusions

they say the same thing--as if they all of 'em took

a class together on love

they say "love is relative..."

relative to what? to whom or how

like a family member twice removed, an aunt

or grandmother's warm smiling

invitation...

be it an impromtu emotion, described grandios

and Hollywood acclaimed, love seems

     obscure

     fickle at times

     blissful

     demure even

     restless

on and on so it goes without saying too  much

...how it can breathe new life into those

     lackluster

or without hope, suddenly gives it anew

fervid energy magically appears, vividly the world is seen

as it well can cause

wars and tragedies, gruesome endings - a movie

with Shakespeare poetic pain,

it is a cause many would absolutely bleed

for, some even die for, reaching

out in vain...

 

it is relative? to what or when

in life, aromatic, human feelings reign - a populace

of loneliness, yet millions of neighbors

never extend an open hand an invitation

so love can be difficult to find

in the sea of man, of many of a world separated

 

it strikes like lighning, they cliche

     quick

     unannounced

     unstable

it happens without warning, cupid's arrow

hits, discriptively it must be a wound..?

yes / yet no / still unsure

it is an end

to a means - a chemical thing (unproven

by scientific circles,

just one of those undefined unexplainables)

like crop circles

in the wheat fields of the heart it is

sometimes unpredictably appears

     obscene

     flavorful

     rigid rarely

     mean

     spirited at times...

in nature's law of strength versus luck,

small prey to a predator : eat or be consumed,

love is not recognized (or is it? by animals)

mate and procreate in the simplest terms;

     does a shark check out it's female before it decides

     to release his sperm--take it on a date, a swim in the riptides?

a bite of sushi first?

empress bees and others with their queen-ruled colonies

birth a world by one,

does she feel the same for her thousands of husbands

fathers of her millions of children spawned?

 

love is relative... love is blind

another discriptive human falacy

invented by folk without husband or wife or vision

or same-sex partners - it is universally

known in these communities

of man-made homes

and tomes ... blind ... as if like a person, the word

unable to see,

inept of decisions, making a finale,

who will stay - by means of simple feelings

imagined lightning striking

     suddenly

     real

     unabashed

     fulfilled

     longlasting

far beyond restrictions of the flesh, sex

past time and her finite

musings, they say it will go on and on

"forev'a ev'a? forev'a ev'ah"

so does the songs repeatedly play...

 

so i say, as long as we are

still the masters of this life's age, kings of conciousness,

of intelligence and rage, love tho'

     fleeting

     whispy like

     lesson-learned

will stay, and as a witness to war with it's peaceful days,

the one true thing

i have seen of love's relativity:

love is relative to humans

and their being

whether blind or whether seeing

(it's yours and ours and us blissfully

seeking)...

Reviews

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Outstanding! Love is infinite action/reaction...the reason for everything :)

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you for reading and kind comment, much appreciated...

[Matching Socks]

Awwww, so great to read but when I read this I smiled:

forev'a ev'a? forev'a ev'ah

Cuz who doesn't love Andre?

I can't believe how old this one is, you've been here a long time.

[Butch Decatoria]

I have been here awhile, now that you mention it... Feel old as it is, thank you for reading... Always appreciated.