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it is not love that goes away

rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
edited March 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
It is not ages that have passed
and still I see you as you are
what you always were
no matter the role this life
when that essence comes in
all I want for it to be is near

for if in the sky
you are its poet
and if all of you
what is in the sky
the word why has no meaning
as long as it is

as solid as rock of spirit
man of men so deep
so significant
its meaning so vast
I just know it
the door of wonderment
I enter
you opened

spirited
the connection
scattered and spread
it doesn't matter
when in fact
you know it

how to describe
what you create
how to describe
what you think of love
how to describe
the compostion
except for the experience

how to describe
what I can only describe
as what I love is out there

beyond this
a realm of love
thought and knowing
and of those poems that go there too

who shall express this
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  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    sounds so . . . final
    heavy hearted

    no doubt beautiful,
    like the beauty of the albatross

    and final
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • acrossssSsssshitttacrossssSsssshittt Posts: 1,014
    it is not love that goes away, no
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    right--it is not love that goes away
  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    just had a thought...love is not a chemical reaction in the brain it's from the soul or sprit in all of us and thats why it never goes away...it's always there.
    and thats one reason I believe in God.

    Godfather.
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    Half Full wrote:
    It is not ages that have passed
    and still I see you as you are
    what you always were
    no matter the role this life
    when that essence comes in
    all I want for it to be is near

    for if in the sky
    you are its poet
    and if all of you
    what is in the sky
    the word why has no meaning
    as long as it is

    as solid as rock of spirit
    man of men so deep
    so significant
    its meaning so vast
    I just know it
    the door of wonderment
    I enter
    you opened

    spirited
    the connection
    scattered and spread
    it doesn't matter
    when in fact
    you know it

    how to describe
    what you create
    how to describe
    what you think of love
    how to describe
    the compostion
    except for the experience

    how to describe
    what I can only describe
    as what I love is out there

    beyond this
    a realm of love
    thought and knowing
    and of those poems that go there too

    who shall express this
    Your poem is lovely Half Full, it is hopeful and strong...a conviction, an understanding
    this is what I take away

    Godfather. wrote:
    just had a thought...love is not a chemical reaction in the brain it's from the soul or sprit in all of us and thats why it never goes away...it's always there.
    and thats one reason I believe in God.

    Godfather.
    like the words in given to fly

    The love he receives is the love that is saved


    its the love we take when we move on..... love is the power :D
  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    Godfather. wrote:
    just had a thought...love is not a chemical reaction in the brain it's from the soul or sprit in all of us and thats why it never goes away...it's always there.
    and thats one reason I believe in God.

    Godfather.


    and i feel the exact opposite
    i believe we evolved the higher emotions as well as our very souls and the deities in which we do or don't believe

    and yet i fell strongly that you are my brother
    and
    my heart loves your heart
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • acrossssSsssshitttacrossssSsssshittt Posts: 1,014
    chickweed wrote:
    sounds so . . . final
    heavy hearted

    no doubt beautiful,
    like the beauty of the albatross

    and final

    yeah... there was... the beauty of the albatross...

    but it grew romantic only, when it was the dead albatross... that flew across the desparate and across the hidden seas, and in the skies above the damned mariner... in love and out alone at sea

    "He prayeth best, who loveth best..."
  • BinauralJamBinauralJam Posts: 14,158
    acrosssSssshit wrote:

    "He prayeth best, who loveth best..."

    I Like That!
  • acrossssSsssshitttacrossssSsssshittt Posts: 1,014
    BinauralJam wrote:
    acrosssSssshit wrote:

    "He prayeth best, who loveth best..."

    I Like That!

    Samuel T Coleridge ... or as chickweed would call him ... STC
  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    chickweed wrote:
    Godfather. wrote:
    just had a thought...love is not a chemical reaction in the brain it's from the soul or sprit in all of us and thats why it never goes away...it's always there.
    and thats one reason I believe in God.

    Godfather.


    and i feel the exact opposite
    i believe we evolved the higher emotions as well as our very souls and the deities in which we do or don't believe

    and yet i fell strongly that you are my brother
    and
    my heart loves your heart

    and it's all good little sister, back at ya. ;)

    Godfather.
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    chickweed wrote:
    sounds so . . . final
    heavy hearted

    no doubt beautiful,
    like the beauty of the albatross

    and final

    Really? You see finality in this?


    where 8-)
  • pepperpepper Posts: 155
    A great write... I feel this!
    Pepper- I am faith without religion, without bruised knees and pleas for forgiveness...
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    Great great writing as always Half Full. I enjoyed reading my friends' words too. I hope to come back to discussions like these soon!
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  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    Half Full wrote:
    chickweed wrote:
    sounds so . . . final
    heavy hearted

    no doubt beautiful,
    like the beauty of the albatross

    and final

    Really? You see finality in this?


    where 8-)


    just invision me half full of shit
    i have no fucking perception
    nor do i have any kind of insight
    maybe the finality is in my own head
    wouldn't that be a blessing in disguise!
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
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