Ode to Love

It will get better When it has gotten better This is all I know These waves keep crashing In some way I must feel it But not to this depth If the storm rages With or without my input Then I add nothing Why feel anything Above inconsequential? The radar blipping I have not been served Tossed to and fro all these years These ascribed meanings So I reinforce In ways baffling, complex To both feel and not Is it paradox? Who could possibly discern From outside the ship? While you run your tests My position has shifted Imperceptibly 

I feel like normally around this time I become scattered This time, by the same signal, I have become focused In the past my frustrations have overwhelmed This time love permeates, keeping me grounded If one discards lies and refuses to surrender One will be faced with naked truth in full It has beaten me to madness more than once This time feels different. What lies beyond this threshold though, I wonder. 🤔

"Where'd this rope come from?" "We cannot say for certain." "Uncertainty looms..." "If the rope's here loomed What hope had it before now Of being possessed?" "These are all good points I wonder at the purpose Of rope untailored... Does it have purpose? Is there pleasure in purpose?" "It is tailored now." "I will examine Pressing purpose at its core 'Til the answer comes." "What if it does not?" "I feel a duty to it Evermore I press. Still the rope has come We know (not) its ful(l)fill(a)ment Or where it comes from." "Let's find it purpose Even if it possessed none Before arriving."

So I was considering a strange position today. I was forced once more to consider the words of Jesus/The Law which say: John 10:34-36 (quote from Psalm 82:6 ) Jesus answered them,  “Is it not written in your Law, ‘I have said you are “gods”’?   If he called them ‘gods,’ to whom the word of God came—and Scripture cannot be set aside—   what about the one whom the Father set apart as his very own and sent into the world? Why then do you accuse me of blasphemy because I said, ‘I am God’s Son’?" It felt like I was being forced to consider what I might be a god "of." I have said before that I think this is a reference to one's own pocket realm, but this answer seemed insufficient for the question posed today. It was as if the question was "These words were said here, within Creation, so what would you be the god of here, if you had to choose?" I feel the term to be disrespectful, and I cannot seem to shake that sense despite this biblical reference, a...

I just pictured the scenario I previously used to describe eternity, but this time from a perpendicular perspective. This is the perspective of the painting being representative of the entire universe from start to finish. (post for reference: http://songoflovepiecesofeight.blogspot.com/2020/06/sdh-time.html?m=1) So the same scenario, picturing eternity, from a perspective angled precisely at odds from the one I originally described, would be like getting engrossed in a movie to the point where you believe it is "real" for that observer, in the same way I would consider the original painting to be real as the observer. While I originally described then zooming out from painting to castle to planet of castles, what if one instead went from movie to movie, effectively moving parallel within the scenario, if I were described as moving perpendicularly? This could be an equivalent representation of time to my own, as long as the "planet" that the castles were on was proc...

I get the sense I'm not called a closer But only the endings don't seem to end So when structures beg for a bulldozer You better believe I'm the guy they send I can drain the fun out of anything Taking the last's hand, making it my own Drawing it to focus, making it sting Resonating weight into every stone Y'all keep throwing even if you shouldn't Wickedness subverting even logic So what would life be like if you couldn't? Neither stones carried nor tunes eulogic Let's all make our home in this darkened hole 'Til silence returns righteousness control

Oh you color blind And tone deaf far from our hearts How will you be healed? Can you not see gold Hiding within Christmas lights Still hung up on green? The curtain of red Traveled to through realm of white Conceals a black veil I lay beyond it Even here declaring "Yes." "Yes." for one alone Do not hearken it Unless your name rhymes, sailor With feet like lightning A million times "Yes." This cup overflowing hues For families unheard Rafters have been raised 1,000 generations To each their own place Echoes and rainbows With precision heard and seen Love and joy unique 

Echoes from the ends The beginning bringing forth The end pulling back How to end a dream One is simply a cog in Without shattering Does the dreamer ask To have these fault lines shatter So this cycle ends? A wave starts forming The crests from opposite ends In a set moment Moment well hidden With circuitous pathways And treacherous tides A cog built for this With some damage winds inward So clockwork might speak Softly in the night For I have fallen in love "We will get through this." I stand in the storm Of the realm ripping apart And refuse to leave 

If words, as seems claimed, started this blessing, let us see about words bringing its term. A double crossed reversal I'm guessing, expected when saving even "their worm." So who would mind if I take the spotlight? Not only the sick need a doctor now, and this will take more hands to get just right. I have learned from the best to discern how this might end with unbelievable grace. Let hearts be known despite one's set station, on this night let everyone make their case. The time is right, let's fight for salvation. Judge not your neighbor but carry a sword, when birthing pains strike, we all strike a chord. Let the least be kings Let greatest be like David Let our song resound Let one night redeem Let every lost soul shine as Life springs from the ground Phoenix form this night Fetter not the beginning Photo Lumiere For sins forgotten Finally seen begotten Family, a daughter We don't deserve grace Would any claim this honor? Work for her, not you Wish only t...

What you say happens, what I say happens Must one of us stay silent forever? What I think happens, what you think happens Can this end in anything but "never?" How can one walk away from one so close? I don't remember, don't think I want to Even in the net I wonder of gross Though colors respond to sharpen moon's view Desired and devoured spectrums grow Until pinpoint accuracy is found Radio still signals strangers below Up so high, don't think I've forgotten ground Through infinitely small angles we sift Lover, strangers, friends, and family the gift 

Before or after The rain reminds me of you Time's ripples extend Water softens stone Of heart, mind, roots, and branches Like a limb waking Like hands washing clean When stubborn dust surrenders Silver scrubbed shiny 🐟🐠 Like true hearts revealed When reputation breaks down And all can be seen All needed swaps made Praying mercy will prevail But ready if not Like its name, subtle The smallest glimmer of hope Twinkling in eyes Harsh words unspoken For even a whisper here Will shake to the core A mark of sadness Deafening silence echoes The smell {(of the}) rain 

Weak point on the page Solar cycle weakness made Enough to reshape Replace the anger Power mixed with fearlessness Undesirable So build desire Despise "humiliated" Build humility Establish meekness So that even weakness fades Leaving observed ache In strength show mercy Boasting justly in knowledge God will show the way God does not deceive Though paths look impossible They have been well planned So I unbare teeth I sharpen tactics, not claws Knowing their edge holds I let rage subside The Sword of Truth remains sharp  The Lord will prevail 

Sinking to chaos Where we see ourselves in full An unmuddled view Above a facade Did you think the dark)(flip)(side fades When hiding in light? I stole the best seat Occupied it for a day Fashioned an arrow Must all paths be walked? I choose singularity So both might be blessed In the darkest hole We daydream with each other Glimpsing better ends What is time to us Save the last path set aside Line yet to be crossed? Once this realm is set Then we shall proceed again To those crowded halls She will let me know Though truly separated Through the radio