Love's Death

I'd like to announce the death of Love

Our world has killed what Love is.

What we idolize of what's left of Love is not much 

Not much different from an Orbit of Broken planets

Crumbs and clues of what was a greatness never to be seen again.

Now roaming in modern minds with limits and clause and flaws

Ruined.

But what is Love now?

2 people stuck together by financial ties, so "they make it work"?

What about those who go to bed with one and dream about a love lost?

Is that where true love has to live like a sewer vagabond, scorned and hidden?

What about the dreamer scared to tell their true love?

Has love become a stifling  spell, never to be called on like BeetleJuice?

What about the damaged couple who had it, but too hurt to just be innocent again?

Is Love a show of weakness and has to be paid in full before it's returned?

"Fuck Love", "Love is all we need"..all said by our confused generation today.

Love doesn't care about title, position or color, it just was, is and will always be.

It is in fact that it is we who have grown too weak for Love.

So we broke it, we tore down its curves and gave it edges to fit our fears.

We beat it, we hid it and we threw it away

We prefer it in our dreams and our silence because it steps on our lives that we "need" to live.

So if I am forced to accept this broken fitment 

Then let me be the first to announce that Love is dead

Don't force it to exist as a crippled beggar on the street that we give a dollar to once in awhile.

Don't hide it from everyone only to stare at it with wanting when everyone is asleep.

We, weakened by this world, by its premises, its status quo, its or else's

We do not deserve to Love the way Love needs to be Loved

But I cannot just forget Love even if Love dies

For her face lives on that planet

She clings to its rocks, calling my name.

She Loves me still and I cannot Love her back

Life tore us apart and all I can do is stare when no one is looking

All I can do is lay in bed with my back turned thinking about her

All I can do is stay silent and make it work

All I can do act like it doesn't matter, when it fucking does.

Love isn't broken. I am Broken.  We are broken.

Dawn's Gift

I used to believe my life was going to be dark forever
Like a kid staring out the back window of his parents car as they drove through the cold night country roads.
No stars, no street lights.  Not even night eyes of the nocturnal wanted to be in my presence.
Black was my night, black was my day, black was my all
I grew used to the cold, I grew used to the air.
Until my dreams stopped, until my hope froze, until my inspiration died.
A frozen river of black tar was my home.

These streaks, these lines, these moving invaders
Welcoming themselves on my plain of darkness.
I quieted my mind and my heart as they had grown angry 
They  wanted to shout "why...why now....why me, you have forsaken me...keep your glory!"
But just as my hope froze , it unfroze as if it were only frozen for a second and not a millennium. 
My dreams turned from that river of frozen black tar to river of hope flowing to meet this Sunrise.
Those streaks and lines now playing with the curves of my river rushing...a dance as it were.

The light coming in was as stunning as my dark leaving was numbing.
All I can do now is stand in now as I stood before, but...
No longer frozen, no longer hidden
Recognized, placed and called
This time is mine now and I will own it as much as I owned the dark
I will let it go, I will let it come, whatever it may, I am ready.

AML