Sunday, Dec. 05, 2004 - 9:32 p.m.
[poem] DyNam1cs:: Is it Love?
Look not to tide things over,
But face the shifting wind.
Flighty winged emotions,
Gay feelings they spring.
Oh joy! The laughter fills the air. I look to yonder and see the heavens clouding the sun. Love is blind and so they say. Be happy for Love is sweet nectar, delicious. Pleasant. Satisfying.
But the ages of sand are not blown yet,
The Holy Grail your prized possesion.
To exchange it for Love, the blatant charmer,
How fools regale.
Love, the perilous thing. The one they whisper in shuddered breaths, the one they berate themselves over. The one they scorn and yet adore. The one they worship in blindness galore.. how they grovel.. how they kneel.
Oh how can one separate Love and Lust?
When both are twins, nary from birth?
Media pulls wool, we stumble like the lame,
We, our own masters, are just puppets in a game.
The future, how we shirk from its Light. As if the future will bind us to things we fear. We dare not look at Fate straight in the eye, we prefer to cower. Is this True Love? To beg and give, to blackmail and lie? Is this what we want? Hah!
The future seems a century away,
Yet we breathe and it is here today.
Reality checks we delude. Oh shame!
Come seasons we feel, we will never leave.
BUt am I for the better? Do I feel happy? Do I love him?
Yes.
Then why these feelings?
WHy?
WHy?
Is it Love?