on the lark of love

selfish beings,
i never learned
as if the right to autonomy
i did not earn.

call it an absence,
a deficiency of confidence
and with it, my prosper,
i could not get on with it.

what is this bizarre
thing that we're doing
bodies parading, around each other
for "building assets" and the transaction of screwing

as if only connecting
when in the literal, "limbed"
and all else, an illusion
of the mind, "please suspend"

all disbelief
for the sweet in relief
of believing in "connect"
of being a witness, not a suspect

to the crime of taking
from another, for gain
building ones' portfolio on the profit of pain

the kind you cause another,
on the ladder
stomping and stepping on souls,
doesn't matter

all that does, is the means to the end
success of self is the "breathe for", we bend

and crawl and clamor
and "silver screen" and glamour
as in "eyes", on the prize
and then, nothing else matters

just pretense for propagate
the forgotten fool, is the one who waits

around
for some "one"
to notice and care
the value and victory
a heart stripped bare

believing in the spiritual
as the forefront of life
is to wake up one day, lost
like a 1950's husband-less wife

who believed her sole purpose
as to "stand by her man"
but he went, "the hooker instead"
took the ring from her hand

and pawned it, to pay
for something more dirty, depraved

and left her, in abandon
to regret, insecurity, enslaved

to think, she, a "could've been"
if only she was a "born to win"
the kind that attracts,
"soul said, man of her dreams"
think less, "jack the ripper"
and more, handsome heart, harry reems

as in, balance of energy
between light and dark
and a vision, more focused
less, "gone astray", on a lark

of love, to the winds
and the gods, did she throw
herself,
caution, to the wind
long term, little did she know

that a moment of fate
would stick, her forever
blinded, by the beautiful
damned, the choices she would make

partake.
in "the one thing",
and "problematic", then, another
this is no place for hesitate
upon the limbs of the "longed for" lover

it's follow forward, while you can
or watch as another takes the other's mastered hand
on the lark of love
there is a rule,

reprimand.

those who don't learn their lessons,
get the best of them
and those who don't grow,
have even less, then, to show...

when the lark of love
sings its song,
it's time to listen, feel, bestow,
"just know"...

(this is for the man, here,
now towering,
"came for" and calling
known, "chiseled, his chest",
C.E.O.)




16 may 2019
ringwald love