laughing with a mouth of blood.

i wonder

could i love the stars

if they fell from the sky

or the moon

if it pulled the waves to my feet?

could i love

the ground i walk upon

as much as i have loved

those who have treated me

with a similar indifferent kindness ?

well it seems i have

already given away

all the love they have given me

and now i only have broken pieces to rearrange.

those already on the outside of society tell me, “love is love”

as even they forbid the love

of the moon and the stars and the earth.

love is love,

they say,

but is love still love

when you’re under construction?

this is something new. i have not written in a while, but i am back. i keep asking myself, in my life, am i transcending it all, or am i just being stupid ? here is another version of the same piece.

there once was a boy named she

who loved the sun

and glowed with his warmth;

who waited patiently

as the moon brought the waves

to her feet;

as the ground pressed up

with the same indifferent kindness

to give love

to the boy named she,

and she loved them

with the fervor with which

she loved all creation

which treated her

no different than any other atom,

but instead judged her

for spreading her love-seed

over the land

like a careless, foolish johnny appleseed;

spreading it thick on the toast

of those who only consume

prosecco and petit fours.

love is love,

you say,

but is love still love

when you’re fighting a war ?

and if there’s any love in me, let it grow

home is where the heart is always.