This is more of a rant than a poem.
This is
More of a Why-in-the-world-is-this poem.
Or a love-has-its-dark-side-poem.
Or even a what-the-heck-was-I-thinking-poem...
as you roll over some stranger.
THIS is my love poem.
I see love in beaters, club-greeters, and bar-cheaters.
I see love in the name of the Lord, in the name of war, and in the name of "just because"
I see it as it's said.
But when you bring that kind of love in MY bed you're not getting far.
See the love I heard was love in the drunk
*ahem* however mutual.
in the dependent, mentally unstable, and damn. Love all around the hippy-table.
I saw love in the drug induced, the child abused, the taken, the I'll-get-the-next-one dates and losers.
I saw love in honey, money and sex.
I heard love in the back-of-the-cab-cars,
screamed behind jail bars and drinking ones the same.
I heard it in rallies, alleys, and inside-the-little-kids-playground-tube slides.
I heard it all as it was.
I heard it in the kitchen, the table, the restroom... and not all at home in private either.
I see it as its said.
But I disagree with this...
Love should be seen as its expressed
-At least if you want to get in MY bed.
Love should only be shed in the name of yourself.
That's where it comes from after all.
Love should never be induced by drugs, depression, loneliness, pot, or alcohol.
Otherwise I'll book it. - Geeze!
Love is silent until such distractions are abolished.
And the worst I'll commit is tasting some of Mommy's filled-with-love-cookies
But love can only be as sweet if hearts are met with minds or are "on their feet"
So here was my this-is-how-it-is poem, or a
help-me-be-good-poem.
But really this is more of my
don't-you-dare-make-my-mistakes-in-love-and-not-remember-where-in-world-your-underwear-went poem
Just make sure to see Love more than is said, but rather
See it as how its expressed.
