~how bout we flip flop a thought…and say…that hell or the ego…is a cold place…a very cold place…and the spirit of love…is a warm place…a very warn place…therefore the poem ~ ~Red hot burning love~ Not until that iceberg…is boiling Will you know your heart It’s the chosen few Who is everyone…who chooses The courage to love To stoke the fire To face ones self Go toe to toe With “red hot burning love” Life’s addiction Makes love to an illusion Of false cool comforts Clichés of self incriminating cuddles Steers us clear and abandons all hope To avoid introduction…to the love of ones self At all cost I will not be led…to the heat of this truth For it is the simmer…that leads to the sizzle That scares the hell out of me You see…I have my hands full…of the physical I am engaged in cold surface foreplay Said the stubborn…said the lazy and said the bored Just another squandered opportunity To experience…”adornment” And again…a broken ego’s whimper Of a potential lover Goes ignored As the heat rises With the shake of transformation Knocking at the door It’s the sheepish thief that believes…he has returned To the cold safe comforts of home Though know…partially naked…stripped in sweat Like a demon with a fever As the sun sheds his wool…in the summer It’s all over…but the crying And the bleeding has all but stopped He has unknowingly…taken the medicine And love can no longer…be mistaken for cold This the fate…of an ego’s first taste…of a blessing Ones undeniable longing…for freedom Vindication…always follows death As another hot soul is escaping Another great spirit…is joining the living Just prior to the surrender It can so often be heard I can no longer resist I must…I must embrace the boil I know understand...have willingly…taken the medicine There is nothing left…nothing left at all Except “red hot burning love” (gratefulspace@yahoo)
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 18:16:19 +0000