Without Love

We make our way across
the frozen tundra of
our hopeful desires
unaware that beauty rests
just below the surface of
our painful hearts …

a streak of light unseen
nestled within each throb of hurt and pain
the light of hope/the knowledge

that Love exists
only were it not for the pain
that comes with it.

Verification of Love’s existence
its very presence
the other half needed
to complete the whole.

Darkness and light giving form
to our illusions
the clarity to continue unfettered
the price we pay for knowledge
and Truth

The dark pain we feel
the price we pay
to find life’s meaning.

We walk into the fuel can
of our hearts unknowing
the air stifling and flammable
with pock marked faces
the scars of infidelity
the permanance of death
the knowledge of wasted time
the loss of hope
the bitter taste of love .. lost.

The random scars of life
and love and beauty and pain

That gives meaning
to all consuming desire
beautiful with lust and anger

The call of bliss and freedom from
the prisons of our minds

The sight of everything good
given meaning

Yet steeped in painful search
along the way …

The choices that we make
the human condition …

are they real or illusion … ?

Without love/life has no meaning.
Without pain/there can be no love.

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