An evening at Cris's, listening to the mellow vibe
of the featured gutarist,
I'm slipping in and out of cogent thoughts,
amazed that the farthest
mental I have is thinking of D'ee the artist,
let other brothers eat cake and cookies
while I enjoy the bountiful harvest,
of your love sweet,
message sent,
our love vibe transcribed by the spirits now complete
All in life, yes, there are contradictions,
love addictions
for which there are no prescriptions,
new additions,
old tried and true subscriptions,
but as I slide into this benediction,
I am blessed to realize this love vibe is an affliction,
that will always be within the confines
of your jurisdiction
Over and over the spirits hear our lamentations,
is his love for me merely a fragmentation,
will her love for me complete my spiritual transformation,
or will outside confrontations,
cause a momentary slip in our collective concentration,
allowing abbreviations,
to stop complete sentencs from forming,
causing a cancellation,
in our allocation,
of love sweet,
message sent,
message received,
message read by the spirits,
message believed
Confessions, merely semantics,
despite the best and brightest heart mechanics,
real love has never been totally aerodynamic,
for in order for a mountain piercing the skies to rise,
two equal, and yet, opposite forces must collide,
the force of our passion must reside,
within the sexiness of your seductive glide,
and the power of my prideful stride,
for any lessons of love to be applied,
to our love sweet,
message sent,
our love transcribed by the spirits now complete
Angry lips denying a tender heart speaking in absolutes,
speaking in maybe's, and yet, the look in your eyes resolute,
for to truly enjoy the fruit,
we, as mature adults, must first examine the roots,
of a love vibe so acute,
our past love sessions play on and on in our minds,
a continuous loop,
that reminds us of the irrefutable truth,
love is defined in our minds,
executed in our hearts,
and aligned with the constellations,
the results of which create a tingling sensation,
each and everytime you hear your lover's voice
Honestly, I truly believe,
an everlasting love is conceived,
in those lonely moments we grieve,
begging the spirits for a reprieve,
so we can retrieve,
what's left of our pride before our emotions
become brittle and diseased,
and, at that precise moment, we cleave,
sanctimonious, sacrilegious lustful cords,
demanding from ourselves a more just reward,
for the pain we absorbed,
fighting for the right to climb the mountain we painstakingly formed,
knowing it is our shared destiny to rise above,
quite simply, that is D. Lawrence Greaves' definition
of absolute and consecrated love,
thus, it is time to make time for love
and fade this love sweet,
message sent,
message received,
message read by the Love Supreme,
MESSAGE BELIEVED