love is

love is what love was
love was what you made it
if it is lost chin up get over it
no pity parties or sorrow singing
thankful for lessons learned and growth achieved
love is what you make it
don't love based on others idea of what loving is
love the way you love with all your expressions and affections
and if there to dim witted to see the best in you and appreciate the things you do screw'em do you
cause love is unconditional
love is internationally accepted
love is pure
love is......

investments

love is not a feeling
not a pot hole in the middle of the street
its not someting you fall into
its something you invest into
love is a mutual fund on wall street
it goes up and down like the nasdaq and down jones
love is an investment invest wisely

timeless love

in physics there a common theory that with in the realm of every human being there's alternate parallel realities
with this theory i seek somber peace
hoping that in one of the alternate universes we got it right
in another life i remembered the glow in your eyes
how your smile made me feel
the love and zeal we shared
where there was no finger pointing or blame
no games or pain
no tears or fears
just pure unadulterated love
with all the passion we had in this current reality
maybe in one of those alternate universes
you remembered what inclined you to give me your heart and receive mine
maybe you remember what made me a great guy
maybe you remember all my good and non of my flaws
maybe in that universe at that time when we became one
when we dreamed and thought as one
as one is we stayed
till our last days
maybe in those universes you are my wife and our love is timeless
what a theory

subjective perception's

in the reality of self
absent complete knowledge of self
absent acceptance of deficiency's in self
who i was, am, and will be
i claim knowledge of only 2 of the 3
general perceptions, based off experienced general similarities
presents bias familiarities
that ultimately paint me in contrast parallel realities
though i am simple simplicity minus complexity
in knowledge of self with comprehension of flaws greater or lesser then attributes
attributed to me
that paint flawless abstract pictures incorporable to the muse of such confusion
the true image be an illusion
for the thought of foresight
as foresight is blind and speaks lies
i claim not to be of a philosophical pedigree
nore do i claim to have a mind that thinks critically
rather thinks in pure sensibility
better known as common sense
though such sense fails to be common amongst many drenched in nationalized pride
claiming false knowledge of Gods sight
that galvanize under developed minds
a world of naivety and amusement seen thru a child's eyes in adult guise
who i was, am, and will be
minus the ambiguity of 1 of the 3
of those who think they know me
confidently i claim minute knowledge of 2 of the 3
knowledge of self is knowledge of flaws
knowledge of purpose
knowledge of lineage
knowledge of plight and its solution
in the technological age of non direct informal communication
such knowledge is often lost in translation
causing disassociation with the association cortex of the brain
words become strange causing the limbic system to erupt with emotion
statements become dejected and dismissed
switched in confusion till the original disputed perception is added to an ever growing list by the minute
or maybe its just me
reality and perception are all subjective
basically i can only be me
not your perception of me but me
and with all my likability's are the flaws of me
I AM ME

faded dream

Eyes closed
in the solitude
in the darkness
images bombard the Psyche
how does the page change?
how is the story rewritten?
the ending changed
we become estranged before a glance between us was exchanged
who or whats to blame?
how i wish it would rain
to ease the pain of forcing a smile on my face but a smile is charity so in my agony i find a good deed
never will forget the days of happiness learning what being in love is
in retrospect
I'm lost trying to find the day my heart was thrown away
trying to find the day before the dream faded......to black
trying to find the light before it scum to the darkness
trying to find the day love transformed to indifference
communication became non existent
simplicity became complicated
protection rejected
reminders became non compromising impatience
images and perceptions became blurred
love became hurt
my earth shook violently
for that day when the wind blew....
and erased my scent
took away my oxygen
that day when no matter, the words chosen the message was lost in translation that day i wish to find and erase
so again i can gaze upon my lovers face
but to that day and its origin are lost on me
in solitude i search for solemn peace
regain my strength vowing never again to be weak
chin up chest out toe to toe with this beast
while deep in the inner recess of me,
in the outline of my soul i wish it was all a bad dream
but the absence of my lover gives voice to truth of reality that day and the happiness before are but a faded dream