Love’s Will

This delusion of grandeur

with what you think

may divide and conquer,

when what you speak

as right

is forever left wrong,

just to rip us from the grip

of common ground,

while you took the dream

right out from under me.

So take your ego

or whatever you wish

to feed

while I continue

to plant these little seeds.

But what goes up

must always come down

but the stars and bars

will forever fly

even in the midst

of all your petty little lies.

But humanity

is not a game

for your politics to play

with the distractions

in which you convey.

And maybe you’ll see compassion

is something

that has never been fleeting

but instead

a shot at redeeming

who we are

even when we’re bleeding.

And so it’s time,

we all learn a little lesson

in the long lost word

of what they all call

reverence.

For what it means

we already sense

when it comes to our own

expectation of

something called severance.

And so the battle begins,

one that which

will one day end,

and one in which

love,

my friends

will always win.

BeLove © 2018

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An Ode To Tahoe

Should I stand perchance

and gaze upon your shore

while your waves they dance

—abrupt and still

where my thoughts

shall spill

forevermore

deep into your emerald depth

it is as much

as what I seek

likened by your clarity.

Beneath a mirror

—tinted zephyr

here I stood

dreaming awake

fifteen years to the day.

For my gladness

you have given

and my wish as true

as your hue is blue.

It is in your reflection of me

that I will always see

a storm-savaged sea

amongst waves of tranquility.

Floated by your youth

upon a buoyant breeze

with your water and your sand

you took me by the hand

and so I swam

through the depths of you

so deep and blue

so tried and true.

BeLove © 2018

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Hieroglyphic

He thought of her

as an emblem

her impression

—hieroglyphic

drawn through the ancient

along a cliff in sanskrit

and painted upon a cave

with his soul

in which he gave.

For when he saw her

he could only scribble

until a word made sense,

an archaic expression

in an image of perfect tense

like the heart shaped crest

she thrust upon his chest.

For she was the prayer

in which he knew worship.

She held the wilderness

in which he lost himself

and in her nature

where he found his peace,

she was the poetry

in which he understood

what hope meant

and in her beauty

he saw something

no man had ever seen.

And they say

that it was she

who lit the love

that showed him the way.

BeLove © 2018

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One For The Road

In the wake of my own flood

where these words

have dripped from my blood

scripted from a heart

that I tried to jumpstart,

well that my friends,

that was just the first part.

And in the light of all this

there is something I found

in a moment of silence

is where the story begins

to make all the more sense.

As it is in this

coming of age

that has opened up

the parts of me

I could never see

always sitting there

hiding behind a stage

where up a flight

of beaten stairs

awaits an inner sage.

And so it was in time

that I learned

what it meant

for a word to rhyme

as I hung them out to dry

for the world to pry

upon what

a word was about

the one that I scream

in a silent shout,

some are tangled in rhapsody

others touched by heartfelt melody,

yet so soon will come the day

when my words

come back to play

never left to go astray.

But first I must look,

look within my own damn mind

for what’s left of it

and the voice it carries

I have to find.

And what is that I have to say

will once again sing

with that something

in the me I find

along that lonesome way.

But before I get on and go

here is one,

one more for the road.

BeLove © 2018

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Be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.

The Task At Hand

I will always walk

bound by the perpetuity

of two endless eternities

one called the future

and that what has long passed

down my own sort of path,

where my left foot

drags on through the bygone

and the right

towards the future of you.

And in this precise moment

for which I live

it is in the nick of time

that I shall continue to toe

this here eternal line.

Not for yesterday

or even tomorrow too,

so be that as it may

it is my feet that shall stay

right here in the now

or in the present,

whichever and the hell

that way that went.

But I guess that is all

one can ask

of this painful life

and it’s mysterious little task.

BeLove © 2018

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Happy Place

There is a place

that no one wants to go

for they fear

their true colors may show.

But it is between

a fib and a lie

that the soul

goes to cry.

Yet it’s there

by that place

where the spark

of truth

shall never die.

So let your fear

creep through the dark

while your light

it opens the gate

of what it is

you must create.

So as you

sit on the fence

between now and then

the ink from this pen

will dry written

again and again,

long after you decide

what you are to do

my old friend.

BeLove © 2018

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Strings Of You

Beneath a booming thunder

awoke the buried beast

from his sleepless slumber

all of life and it’s misfortune

has been put to bed

by the dream he fed

with an appetite for wonder

from the fear of blunder

he shall plunder.

With a conscious stream

his heart will no longer bleed

from the wound

of life’s stampede.

In the shortness of life

we must all sing together

even through the most turbulent weather

and awake with the wisdom

that touches each and every day,

between here and there

and a little bit of everywhere

you can find the meaning

while love fills the air.

What was written in the beginning

when this started to breathe

bubbling up from the darkness underneath

with mysterious ease.

The greater good

will rise above

while waiting with loyalty

and the battle will rage within

fighting with the fidelity of hospitality.

The spirit carries on

to fight the wear and tear

of a shadow casted

in the doubt

of what we all fear

day in and day out.

Together we float this eternal river

where a word slips into forever.

From his soul

you start to shiver

from the peace and quiet

is where it will always quiver.

It’s the heart in him

and the strings in you

that begs the day

for a creation new

with what it is

that may always

speak with truth

into the light in you.

 BeLove © 2018

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All That Is Supreme

Love could be

a flame

and I may be

the one to blame

for taking back

the right to claim

that things

are not the same.

But love

is more than a game

that involves

the exchange

of a name.

Love was

written in the refrain

by something

that had nothing

left to gain

in the way of shame.

Then came the sound

of a pouring rain

that washed away

the sadness and it’s stain

down an emotional drain

and broke

the contemptuous chain.

That is when this thing

called love

had to leave the dream

to write itself as real

and start it’s reign

as all that is supreme.

BeLove © 2017

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For What They Mean

It is often

in our search

for something else

when we find

some meaning buried

in our own true self,

and though

I did look through

the eyes of you

I could not find

what the worth was

of such little value.

Then there it was

something I found

hidden behind

an antique bookshelf

buried below

the meaning of me

is the value

of what it is

I must leave for you.

In the place

of an empty space

I put down these words

for what they mean

you must search

within yourself

and no one else.

For what they mean

remains unseen

in the distance between

you and me.

For now, at last, and forever

It’s why I may

and what I must say

to plot the course

all the way

to forever ago

and go to work

on the american dream

Slow and steady

there she goes

with my foot down

on the outskirts of town

towards a glow

bright and lost

against the flow

with a thought

placed inside a poem

and the mystic

with which it sits

in the palm

of wisdom’s hand.

BeLove © 2017

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Merry Christmas and Happy New Years to you and yours.  2018 is going to be a good one.

Forgotten

At the point

when my being

stopped to look

at who I was

something held me

back from where

I was to be

and there you had it

right where you wanted

this to be

tied to a tree

too impatient to see

what it felt like

being free.

But now’s the time

to take our chance

and learn the dance

of a different tune

One that moves

down the path

choreographed

by circumstance.

Your beauty

it sits in stillness

with an echo

that bounces around

throughout my mind

where it shall stay

until the end of time.

For today,

tomorrow,

and yesterday too

we all stand tall

and watch it all fall

back into a place

where it will always shine

in the void

of a forgotten time.

BeLove © 2017

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