I feel like this casual force with enormous gravity
Hurling through space at a million miles per second
Interfering with her orbit it amasses speed and inertia
Gathering its strength along channeling all my momentum

While she stops to stare I graze her lips with my smile
Undetectable, this inertia is, building past beyond any breaking
Point like a hurricane funneling emotion into gravity like an
Asteroid on some collision with its unknown appointments

Sometimes past collides with us, recollection of intensity creates
This quickening as my heart stops I realize this casual nature
In words my meaning is misconstrued, mis-perceived like black holes
Whirling, swirling, swallowing our whole entire universe
Suns, dust and all, feed them like animals in our chain

Because I feel, directed like an iceberg I venture to fantasy like love
Play violin concertos on collective consciousness discordant harmony
Meeting like bodies colliding-sliding on sheets of ice
The only warmth is the supple silk-skin of love shared in taboo perfection

Vast open vaginas create wombs for insecure boys creating life-unmasked
Uninhibited raw forms of Gods and Goddesses dressed-like humans
Drinking like well-collecting-reservoirs of life-sustaining nectar
Ambrosia is the choice for young ones originating only from the mother
Whose teats we covet, among the many come superior warriors:

Who quest for grace and superior knowledge
Conquering all that stand in progress inhibition
For thousands of years dinosaurs were happy
Species once, while roaming they too surmised.

Such wicked doom while gravity pursued life
Our life came out of fossil fuels and salt rocks
Still seems small compared to a crushed heart.

Love-love-love, oh how we need love, to destroy us
Our very caverns of existence, our very need
Deep thoughts provoke anticipated responses
Turning inward is what seems the likeliest practical.

Lofty goals of happy souls meeting-wandering
Together-tonight while man fulfills nuclear
Achievement seems insignificant to love
Or vice-versa in fact love makes all else Insignificant.

This storm is a war that must be fought
We have reached the verses of temperament
Yet, not the time for evolution or civilization's end
Like nature, its nature, is like the nature of a molecule.

One day, we'll be as the black-hole-loves-to-destroy
In its glory of hunger for endless and insurmountable
The creation of something new will be felt and heard
As love-love-love is like a casual-force of water or air.

08/11/2009

Posted on 01/12/2010
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