Revolutionary Poems: The only reason I let it be

Now, I've told you loneliness is from love, and when I found that diamond, I was embraced by warmth. When I found how powerful we all are. Now I tell you, love is about the moment, not the ends.

The Only Reason I Let it Be

Don’t you, get it! It’s pure nature beating in my chest--
I will never fall in Love
For my heart’s already at rest.
It doesn’t matter the ends, but the now
It matters in a sentiment sort of way
Like a mother to her child
Like Starry Nights depiction of oceans and the sky,
The things that make us cry
The grainy sand beneath our feet
As our hearts beat; hoping it will be okay --
The sweat going down our brawl of ocean sublime,
Sea water; seaweed; fish scale mist --
But a million feet upon my tongue of a mill-
-ion rocks crushed -- journeying across the cavernous
Mounts -- upon my tongue, Land!
I taste the Earth -- the ocean
And the stars sing me a Lullaby,
The moon churns the ocean blanket upon my bed-shore,
And my feet are tucked in human skin -- the sand I’m of
-- and a million ancestors
As the night bids me dreams…

The moment, now, is all that matters -- because I have moonlight
-- shining in my eye. I come to the Earth as to a child --
Beckoned.
Her pearly innocence pleases me
And in the last, fire-y condemned moments
I bid her skin, her gentle palm, a plea

Author's Note

If every tree was chopped down to build a house for your lover, you have to ask, were you loving them as you chopped down every tree, was it love? We hunt to the ends of the Earth to find a diamond to bring before them, but was all that time love? Is the ends love, is it means enough?