Conditioning Unconditional Love

Conditioning Unconditional Love

I know nothing
Of perfect love
Other than its whim

I know nothing
Of imperfect love
Other than its timing

When will love
Just be love
Without condition?
Without cause?

All I know
Of impending love
Is that desire
To love is eventual

In desiring to love
The whim wills within
Thinking without limitations
Acting impulsively attracted


Written February 2, 2015.

The Freedom of Infinity

The Freedom of Infinity

The wild Equine spirit is the romantic ethos
that inspires the free spirit.

Why did we ever seek to tame her?

We mourned the loss of Innocence.
We scorned the onset of Ignorance.
We shunned the duty of Intelligence.
We ignored the voice of Intuition.
We denied the absence of Integrity.
We muted the forces of Inspiration.
We feared the freedom of Infinity.


Written January 30, 2014.

To Live On

To Live On


That your nature has allowed you
To go to seed,

For the flowers that you see
Blooming, within my heart,

Are a reflection of
Your love’s desire,

To live on.


Written August 7, 2013.

Morsels of Meaning

Morsels of Meaning

When we see moments as moods,
Accepting them as units of momentousness,
They become timeless
Morsels of meaning.

Experiencing meaning as the melody of mood,
Helps us savor the taste of being,
As a flow of appreciation
That bursts with rhythm.

According to the rhymes of awareness,
We are moved to emotion,
A stillness of time whose color fades,
With a flood of feeling.


Written July 17, 2013.

Love’s Parade

Written February 17, 2012, inspired by the desire to love, even if it only ends up being fanfare in the other’s heart. 

Love’s Parade

My love is unbridled

She gallops towards you

To shepherd my journey

A parade through your heart


Within and Without Love

Written July 4, 2013, inspired while pondering the relationship of independence to love on the day known as “Independence Day” in the USA. 

Within and Without Love

Without my presence,

I cannot be penetrated.

Within your presence,

You can penetrate me.


Metaphor Seeks Metamorphosis

Metaphor Seeks Metamorphosis

Arguing with a poet is of no use,

For the poetic is never wrong;

Its metaphor seeks metamorphosis,

Through the mirror of our moods.


Written June 6, 2013. 


The Fluid of Mood

Written June 3, 2013, while pondering the Red Herring of Hypocrisy in the Light of Love. 

The Fluid of Mood

Through bubbles of conscious inconsistency,

Authenticity displaces false integrity,

Allowing the fluid of mood to take

The shape of its intended mold.


Love is the Light

Written May 25, 2013, while pondering “Love is the means through which ends become new beginnings.”

Love is the Light

We are each one an End
Living for a perpetual Beginning.

Every moment brings
A new movement of mood.

Biorhythms connect us
To a flow full of allegories.

Patterns of sensation,
Reflect in our mind’s eye,

To suggest that where we are going
We have already been.

For, this place is a season of feeling,
A reason, fulfilling,

A discovery that Love is the Light
That casts no shadows.


Three More Letters

Written October 26, 1994, in my junior year of university study.

Three More Letters

If you were cherished, do you think you would perish?
Do you think it would overwhelm your soul
To be loved not only as part, but as a greater whole?
Would you like to meet the one who speaks with gentle words
The thoughts he heard his heart demand
Within its stand against wasted feeling?

If you were cherished, would you call it ‘love’?
Do you know that word?
Could you feel its touch?
Living life uncherished leaves a void inside
But the thought’s denied as you bide the time.

Just three more letters, another syllable for you
Then you will feel cherished, as I want you to be
For love is trite, another four letter word
But you are cherished with seven, so you win this time.

Adding four seems such a sin
But eleven equals seven, so you win again
Cherished with love eternally
Rejecting loss as a means to an end.

If you did cherish, would your loved one perish?
Would the pressure felt cause him to melt?
Could the love you give make her flee in disbelief
That something free should cost so much?

If you did cherish, would your feelings perish
If the love you give is not returned?
Should you learn that love is the fall of man?
Could you turn to lust as an ‘other’ plan?
Or would you simply perish, as if you were cherished
Drained by love, bruised by lust, betrayed by trust?


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