Overload

It's all about experiences
love overload
it's in the dogs pink tongue
that tastes your fingertips as you pass by,
It's in your neighbors as they pass you by
without greeting.

It's covering your sisters job
when she's called in with a head cold,
it's selling your grand-daughter off to someone

to pay the rent 

or marriage to a man
she doesn't know, 3 times her age
a life time of duty with little to

experience of love
buts she will find something
whether it's a bluebird on a branch
in front of her bedroom window

the visits each morning

where she dreams

of first love and finds

hope in the bird.

It's in the rich man who commits
and calls it quits
isn't money what we live for?
We work to have food and shelter
a place experience each other.

it's in the five-year old
holding hands and jumping up and down
for a stage rendition of Prince's
Purple Rain.

It's in facing him on his lap
and holding his dark curls in your hands
when he tells you 
that the doctors think that his mother
might have breast cancer.

enduring atrocities

is still an experience

because someone has the free will
to topple your life and does...

in every experience 
on an experiential world,
it's all the stories ever told.

It's in the bully who whispers
that you are a toad in the
lake of Flamingo mediocrity
and mid-life crisis.
Experiencing geriatric,
generic human existence.

What if there was no
right or wrong
except the right to do wrong,
no right in wronging others.

my instant hypocrisy.

Because we deny ourselves experiences
due to moral proclivity
WE deny ourselves experiences,
we deny the universe of experimental data
and what if I said for which this galaxy
exists?

A petri dish in space.

Bacteria trolling the universal blood stream.
Smaller than protozoa in the grand scheme,
the DNA of the lymphatic

dark matter.

we spin

Everything continuously shrinking and expanding

in concentric circles

at all times vibrating, a pulsation

of time and we of the 

smaller things,

Dinosaurs to roaches,

till we float off into the yawning mall 
of the black hole vein 

experience.

The creature experience.

our

playhouse

of creation.

 The garden of EVE

shines brightly

hueful with 

experience.

Reviews

[Digvijay Singh]

Yes it's the experience. Yes love will overdose.. but if not love.. what makes us do things for them.. again and again. I think love.

[Corset]

thank you for your wonderful thoughts here.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

So much to ponder here...ive been back 3 times....ill be back 3000 more.

[Corset]

what? only 3000, jeez Queenie, skimping on me like that! :D Thank you, your Majesty. you know i'm playing right?) Some one awesome is looking for you :D

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Lie is a series of moments that create defining experiences helps define who we become. How we react to the good and bad experience is the definition of our soul.
Amazing poem.