PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

we share so much, and so little,
all through something none of us
has ever been able to agree
is the same thing, and yet,
we think we can possess it,
express it, manifest it,
and by all man made definitions,
we can...(?)

all of the beauty around us
every waking moment,
through this beautiful green planet,
and beyond, in the stars,
the moon and celestial wings
that carry us through the heavens
in our dreams we are sure
it is real, that we could touch it,
that it is in everything and yet,
the great artists of the ages
have portrayed it through their work,
but not replicated it.

we say that we feel it,
it stirs our passions and sometimes
our creative spark, our self-loathing,
and our strange and perverse
need to suffer and sacrifice
as though that would have an effect upon
this illusive nature that we say we
have the ability to manifest,
as if it were a bottle of the finest champagne
to one day be manufactued and placed
on the shelves of exquisite gourmet restaurants.

we watch the birth of a newborn baby
for the first time and we witness
what we are, how we have come to be
on this planet, and if we grasp the moment
in all of it's miraculous glory
it stirs the fire within our soul
to know more about this grand
mystery we have come to learn is called life,
and the intrigue of it's essence...love.

we love to hear the words, 'i love you',
and yet, how is it not a lie?
how can we create something
we can only prove is real in our minds?
how can we show something that no one
has ever created?
sentiment makes me woozie with thoughts
and dreams and schemes that if i were to
live out such a fantasia my love might one day
be reduced to an exquisite meal of
filet mignon and cristal brut.

'i don't know how to love him'.

9:54 PM 5/4/2013 ©