Jungle love (free verse)
Love 304

In the above apartment, a woman screams, ‘I am the mother the father and everything'. It is a flashback to my childhood, one I have swallowed silent, one I alchemize on a daily basis into love. Arguing is not loving. Disputes show your point over another bringing another person to only find reason in one way. Love is beauty because energies which was once complacent are moving with each other. Love is organic like vodoo like magic gardens..Does the woman’s yelling bring he lovers closer. No, her yelling tears the flowers from their childrens souls. Furthermore she remains loathed. Tears from my eyes breathe the need to educate love production; on a daily basis, as regular as a daily paper, knowingly it will be the key to save our world . Her screams project the holes that do not receive the life-force they need to be sanctuary.

Yes we have folks who make monuments, we have folks who make war, we have those who make cures, who have those who make peace, and we have those who make love. Can we learn to make our relationships the structures that support our ever evolving development. Black in the day, the tribes made this love with a person, but now we have been disconnected in our tribalism; our love must be the new jungle that each of us may grow our tropical fruit that we give to our lovers through our hearts. Our hearts must be the untamed jungles where beautiful tucans may preach their cacophony in.


Yes sister above me who screams when people do not listen , when she knows we all hear her, and when the love leaves anger transmutating scenes that were once good into tragedy .It is never too late to make love .Shirley Bassey says love is the easy thing to do. Yet why is so hard. Because we have more love learning to do. I talk myself out of the yelling workshop from the sister upstairs. Just like now, we must filter water to drink it , so do we with consciousness, Bypassing the hates and attitude and treating its green kryptonite infectious rays into something that works and does not continue the unlistening that plagues our lives. Because often people live the lives that others want them to do

Loving oneself is letting one to shape oneself after the best part of what they see in others. What is reflected back is what you can bring to your own betterment. A lover is the mirror and if it is unconditional, even if it is broken we make a monument out of treasures that the fallen tower has left behind. Yes it not easy to breathe through violence and make love out it. Helping lives to transform into the best part of themselves is how our organic love cooperative loops and hoops and reahes around. For the woman above nothing will be enough until she touches and heals her heart through cultivation and love production in a good daily basis way .