Love must be your heartbeat
don’t give up on love
there are battles in the board room
and in the streets
I don’t care
about their,
insecure egos, or need to dominate me
subtly
Do they think I don’t know?
they torcher the helpless child, they restrain the man
the harsh elements of life and death
are better, than the social war.
My life has never been perfect.
When I was doing well, in one area
it was a deep dark hole, in the other
People tossed stones in there, to hear them hit the bottom
those who know, make sure you know, that they know, what you need to know
they make you feel bad about going to them for the answers
The game is so absurd, I would’ve quit playing
long ago
if I didn’t need to survive.
Love, can make a cold dark well a hospitable home
it can make you warm, in the worst conditions
Love doesn’t care about status or success
it is the secret of my endurance
The more of your life that you love, the less you think about cutting things off
a hand, or
eye, or
leg, or member, is part of you
just like family members and friends
that annoy you
Perhaps, a job, or situations causes you pain
and rather than amputating them
love!
It should keep you alive, like your heartbeat
every place you go, you should love
the most boring situations belong to you
when you can use them
the most ridiculous people I know
become food, for creative stories
Sometimes, I’m a cannibalistic serial killer
I don’t categorize,
or wish I was somewhere else
I can only control myself, and the rest, I write about
I love quiet mornings, and quiet thoughts, that become loud
I love running in the cold rain, and coming home, to a good book, and a warm bed
I will never quit
Those without love will die
I play golf like a religion
I love wisdom
I play the piano, with love, with no need for an audience
I join the centuries, when I play classical music
and there is something beautiful about words flashing across my computer screen
in silence
Maybe, the world will get loud because of me
but fame is not a friend I care to know
It’s becoming great
as a man—not by any definition that can be found
God will give it to me
like a sound
like that work of art that I call “good”
love makes a man a giant, that the villagers feed
it is the ultimate weapon, that doesn’t need to be used
it is a choice
choose love,
I recommend it.
perfection of words
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You are too kind! 🙂
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Thanks for the Link Art Hernandez!!!
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