Sometimes in life it is only the person in the grave who is all you have in this life, who loves you on the other side, waiting for you, who makes sticking around here having any value at all.
I pity most people, because they have no idea what life used to be when Layla was young and the moon was a place first trod by humans.
Somewhere in life people have lost life. They have no idea what it is like to love so deeply that it expands forever into areas which goes from misery, hate, longing and rage from denials so deep and screaming geysers of emotions that a jove would melt away in the fires of love so complete it is a consuming fire.
People are poor in not knowing what it is like to be around such things where you can count on someone no matter what, because that person is there not because loving you is making them feel something, fill something or be something they can never be.
Love when it waxes cold, stirs in the embers of a sticky ash in buckets of cold water dumped on it, smolders, vanishing into the stench of acrid smoke, laying there unattended, forgotten, disposed of and destroyed for year upon year, that is what love is when it is real, because with one word from that person it leaps into an inferno of emotion not because of money, what they can give you or what the fill, but because that person is knit to you beyond soul but sparks in Spirit filled flames that smiles past poverty, ugliness, fatness and cancers eating the force of life away one cell at a time.
I pity knights in black shining armour who take out local girls who became enraptured by the suit and ride that ride on their terms, because where the steed will be taking them. What is love when a woman is looking at you in glowing adoration for being President and what is love when it is a man looking at you as the completion of him.
Love is the crippled failure who the world believes is a space taker and yet the one who loves them believes in them and always will.
The currency of love is one of what it does for you. The perfection of love is what your love does for the one you love.
Everyone should have love, but in most every case they turn and walk away from it when it is gone and never care, literally care, to know, realize, understand, that love doesn't need to be returned to love. Love is the great given as you can not give it away. You can only love and grow in it and it doesn't matter if the other person hates you, ignores you, despises you, rejects you or is loving you not in love but their own weakness, because when real love is there it is nurturing you as the person as it is returning to you growing stronger by every moment.
I pity those who do not know the scent of it, the sight of it, the sound of it, the feel of it as it is there and in an instant the moment transcends you years back to a time that springs of yesterday whether one was 15 or 85 for the time of it's presence.
Loving you
Isn't the right thing to do
How can I ever change things
That I feel
If I could
Maybe I'd give you my world
How can I
When you won't take it from me
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You an call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way
Tell me why
Everything turned around
Packing up
Shacking up is all you wanna do
If I could
Baby I'd give you my world
Open up
Everything's waiting for you
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
go your own way
I pity those who have not said "No". I pity those who gave in to someone for love. I pity those who have been chained by love and it became their master. I pity those who were not ladies and gentlemen enough to throw it away when the person was not acting right, so they could have the real love and were stuck bound to a dungeon of a heart imprisoning them more every moment.
I pity those who think "this" here and now is all there is and all there will ever be as it is the emotional retard of themselves in thinking they have experienced it all or are trusting in some leader to take them away from who they are to a nothing they have become.
Ten out of ten people will give up on the path walked. They will stick a gun in their mouth and end it or if a coward find the end in a diabetic coma of sugar.
I'm the eleventh by God's Grace. I've leapt into the abyss when the brier patch was my inferno home. I have shed body, left Wisdom for the mind burden it was, mended the shattered shattered shattered heart, lost the soul and been found by the Spirit within. I survived demon and demoniac. I speak in voices unheard and watch the children at play wasting someone Else's time as He waits for them to come back to Love.
Loving isn't the right thing to do. It is the only thing to do with some people who deserve it or not.
Cast it upon the waters and it will return if it is real and it is yours. Loose your life to gain it. Listen to the voices unheard as they are telling you..........
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