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