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What is LoveDo not despise Love in this World --What is Love by squibblyquill
Love is a force of Nature,
A breath of creative Wisdom;
Is nothing more
Than the optimized growth algorithm
of the universe.
It assures change,
Unity of opposites
Along with their distinction
And subsequent dissolution;
It assures the survival of species,
Diversity of the gene pool,
The bonds and rifts of clans, community...
But most importantly,
Every time Love touches you,
Whether it be with tears or joy,
Satisfaction or disillusion,
Love has invited your Spirit
Love is as cruel and cold as an equation,
But more complex and far more fruitful.
You may hate Her, you may trust Her,
You may curse Her face with your soul
For having exposed where you are weak;
Only heed her urgent message:
Paradox of ContinuityPast, you are allowed no regrets,Paradox of Continuity by squibblyquill
As you did nothing
To hinder us sliding into the present.
You had your moment,
And that moment has passed;
You are no longer the eternal now.
Past, hear me in your deafness:
As I died to arrive in this moment,
So too must you die to me.
How Can that BeSun falters silently through quiet canopy,How Can that Be by squibblyquill
Hear the melancholy of my forefathers
Never fully able to escape hatred of humanity
In sweet songs of goodness,
I wonder if I am strong enough to cut another path
In this sad, shimmering, joyous forest.
Lover's voice in the shadow of curtains,
Calling like a lighthouse to my half-submerged soul.
"I'm afraid of the sun...
Knows neither justic, nor care,
...it is cruel,
The universe is cruel and senseless..."
Heart trembles, hiding in the wake of its own words.
Heart breathes again,
"You are universe, too, my Love..."
A pause to muse,
"Calling to me now
After I have abandoned all belief
That the universe is a dance of love...
How can that be?"
"How can that be...?"
I smile to let the softness spill over face,
Though some parts stick and remain hard.
Everything still aches,
But you are Love.
How can that be...
I pray you gaze long upon the strengths
And fleshy soul places that still respond supple-l
Midnight MassSay goodbye to demons, Soul,Midnight Mass by squibblyquill
Let go of all that mires your way,
Rise and cut the weights
Holding sway upon your heart -
These old misgivings,
Shall not serve you on the road ahead.
Move soldier, you are a true warrior,
March silently with joy
Through moon's sweet-scented night.
You are greater than the ghosts
And ghouls of your past,
As with all trials,
This trial too shall pass -
Can you at last, step boldly forth
And claim a life of love?