You Are Love

how long does it seem
the days drift by as a dream?
waking up, sun-kissed,
by the luscious lips that live amidst divinity

the purpose we should see
is the manifest of what was, is, and could be
forever altering, never faltering
destined for love yet diluted thereof

a day mundane is a day just the same
like a spark is a fire just before it has flame
and form does not matter, unless it is named
and ambition is wishing until you take aim

how far must we go
through the cold and the snow?
till the future shows its face
and the fates make their case?

it will be on this day
just as it might or it may
if your heart sings so loud
that your fear runs away

then you hold in your hand
a message in sand
that fell from above
saying, "You Are Love"
You Are Love

for wherever you go
with your whole heart and soul
in the wind, up a hill
or in the dark, down a hole

there will always be people
who don't know what to do
for they just might not know
they are love, just like you

and when you give them your arms
and you tell them you care
then their pain becomes yours
and it's easier to bare

because all of our sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers
all are ourselves and we are all one another
just as the sky is the clouds and the rain
we are all each-other, because each-other is the same

Three Sides of One Lie

Only take your stop, when you reach that mountaintop.
Walk or slither hither, either way you may just wither.

That suture don't suit ya.
But neither does the truther or that stupor nor the hoola hooper.

That sound bounds miles around
Town in and town out, highway to highway
But never has the foolish rule-less thought once,

"The probability that certain jeapardy could be seen egregiously
is larger than the margin of truth to the aloof.

Hence formerly, the overall enormity was deemed astounding
sometimes sounding like a pounding pile of bile. 

Meanwhile, your child is defiled, your winters ain't mild, style ain't worthwhile and the wild is reviled. 

What makes cents to one man but dollars to another 
don't match up to the love of your sister and your brother."

Fools don't walk alone or have no home
they forget themselves and don't know they're known