Game of Love

In the name of Love
In the game of Love

In the fame of Love
In the frame of Love

In the blame of Love
In the shame of Love

I try to fit in to the same name to play the known game and share a little fame in the big frame while all along I am my own blame and my own shame!
For there is no such “thing” called Love, no “description” called Love, no feeling called Love
For something to call love is to separate it from it entirety and label it, isn’t it?
So is separated part called Love?

The Love that I call Love is another confinement, a refined confinement to fill myself with the idea, to live in the imagination of this idea
A comfortable idea per say that provides me with the fort of comfort and the hidden pleasure within this fort

In this idea, in this imagination that I have borrowed from the memory of the other and repeated unto myself, experiencing other’s memory
I live in this idea, hide behind this idea, Abide by this Idea
Is this idea Love?

I say I love you unconditionally, with no condition
Isn’t that another condition that i borrowed to study the rules of an unconditional condition of an idea called love?
Isn’t uncondition a condition, for another condition

I say, I love the world, “I love” everyone and “I want” every one to be happy, want every one to live in love
What is that which is common in all these statements? is it “I Want”, “I Love”, I this, I that?
Am i not satisfying “MY OWN WANT”
Even when I want good for them, isn’t it still my perception of my want of them that I am trying to satisfy within myself?

So How can I love someone else, when all I love is my own perception, my own image of my own idea of the other?
Is that Love?

So to satisfy this idea within me
I tag along, drag along and brag all along
I hide behind the tide to abide and confide
I become a strife to my very own grief

Walking in these perceptions of myself,
I become a deception to myself
A contradiction to myself
As I walk this path of addiction to satisfy my own satisfaction of my own restrictions
I make this my jurisdiction

Never to ask myself who is it that is within me that thinks about this notion of love to make it my motion of love
Where did I get this thought of love to begin with

For all my life, I have known of the known making it my known which was never my known
So I wonder if the so called idea of love that which is known in million different known’s called Love?

Imagination

Tide

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Faces

So many faces, So many braces
Some i touched, some i torched
Some i bowed, Some i loved
Some i held, some i meld

My Tear drops are my dancing rain drops
My life is a knife of my life
knife that knives the lives of my life

Ones i hated, ones i loved
Ones i lied to, ones i died for
All are done and all are gone

So many smiles, so many miles
So many conversations, so many causations
so many fruitions and so many bifurcations
but My memory has faded and my mind has jaded

I may never see you again, i may never hear you again
No whisper, no disperse will bring us back again
For the again has no gain to gain

I am a brock and i am a rock
I am my own crock and i am my own mock
My heart has died and my mind has fried

For all that is left is that left after the theft in the depth of my breath
In the breath of my thought
And in the thought of my breath.

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Wonder

When I loose wonder
I plunder
I become a blunder

I may think I am a thunder
But only that much more dumber
For I have no wonder

I wonder
what the trees are talking to each other
What the birds are singing, singing to each other

I wonder
what the ocean is saying to the waves
What the waves are saying to the sand on which they dance

I wonder
what and who the mighty mountains talk to
what the rivers & the streams think of the earth they flow on

I wonder
what the flower thinks of its fragrance
the fire of the wood its is burning on
the wind on which it blows

I wonder, for in wonder
I have no need to change anything, no need to change the world
But only to wonder, only to love, only to listen

So when I love and wonder, what will I change in the world, the world that has become a wonder
I will only change the change of love and the love of change in wonder
Only to wonder

I wonder….

Mighty

Wonder

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