All About Love

All about love days are dated to remind one of time that has gone by our journey is tedious joyous labyrinthine embodiment of painful moments spent alone process deliberate silenced by sorrow wishing for better days lovin someone; love is a struggle we wish for no real love just desire set flame loins weighted world restraint sanction limits guilty the being a poor woman that will never be the woman shell view or a might perception wasting days tricking ourselves into believing those love blues sung them now I have none to sing I will never hold one close to my feeling heart though aloof rites even a bleed soul collapsed into these arms rubbed by callous hands sock worn disguise feet which need tending merely an injured soul in search of a life this is why the streets quiet or full pandemonium extravagant hold an atheist or better yet an agnostic whose prose pale in comparison to the Riverside Church August eminence a mere speck ill matched as I stood humbly beside it's grand entrance an utter kneel publish for worshipers eyes to wonder why a soul broke before them sat listening to bells and gospel music work “hallelujah!” spells moving me most of noon until the rain came perhaps the wandering about these Borough's Brooklyn and her Queen Harlem ties an influence of capture relentless intrigue holding on to time yes time so little left to spare time . . . © 2012 Lepadah