What is love?

I was asked... What is love?
A million guesses and you still wouldn't guess my response...
The answer seemed to come from the north
From a part of me I thought was buried, lost and for lack of a better word GONE!
What is love?
I do not know...
What is love?
No response from deep in my soul ..
What is love? Hypnosis? A strange sort of glow?
What is love? I honestly do not know...
Is it  or the attachment or deep connection you feel to things?
Is it the unwholesome desires you feel for something, someone you have no business seeing?
Could it be your own desires lashing out at what lies beneath?
Or could it be when you look at her and something touches you deep?
Or could it be the excitement bubbling on your insides when you break down her layers of defences and she's putty at your feet?
Or could it be a feeling coined by the Divine above what mere men, mortals can experience?
What is love?
I do not have the answers; same way I didn't when this question was first asked of me.
What is love?
Only in God can the true answer to this riddle unfold 

Not enough words

Quantify, stupefy, beautify, personify...
There aren't enough words
There aren't enough thoughts
Vocabulary isn't enough
It's like a trainee painter trying to paint the Sistine chapel
One word would encompass his efforts.... FAILURE
I am a poet... A dreamer
Some would go as far as to call me a writer
In certain circles I would be labeled a fighter
In others I am a stranger
A healer....
Words are my balm, my prescription, my way of giving relief
A woman like you.... Don't remember now if it was you.... Called my effect soothing
Why?
She said i use words to soothe.. I use words to heal
That my words have more tensile strength than two ton weights
That subject however is up for debate
My failure is knowing inspite of my word strength... I do not have any way or means to describe the mystery, synergy, beauty, complexity, desirability, simplicity, loveliness that is YOU!
Be proud... You are YOU!!!

Ticks and tocks

Tick by tick, tock by tock
Time stretches thin
It's in moments like this I think about where I've been
The only constant in all of this are eyes that bewitch
They shine like beacons in a darkness so complete
You are not sure where it ends and begins
I am a man who remembers many things
I remember a time when things were a lot simpler than this
A time we were much younger
A time we saw further
Those were days and times of wonder
The tick or the tock
Echoing louder than a gun
In absolute silence rivaling an empty tomb could be ignored
Left glum and in gloom
But in all this bedlam, noise, crushing vortexes
I remember you
Your eyes are the one that bewitch
You stand for all of this
Your voice over a billion voices
While tick tock drowns out all other noises.
This is my poem a day challenge.... Will you accept or reject?

The man called alone..

Been called so many names
Been mocked many a time
My biggest critic is the dementor growing deep inside.... Me.
What some might like to call
A man's overbloated conscience
The more spiritual will call it the police of the soul
The caution, the brakes so a man does not wander off road
But I know only what it's told me
In retrospect it was never meant to leave me alone. To be less judgy and unappreciative of myself I realize I have grown. Being a work in progress and all that
In many ways it shows I AM ALONE! I keep trying to do better while I fight the demons trying to take away home. And I plod along on my own

Ramblings and a little touch of....

To love and be loved is the crave of the human spirit.
The unloved find themselves in a pit called the wretched unforgiven.
I am on a path of self discovery, love and understanding; what it means to exist and enjoy living.
I am trying to understand why human nature loves the forbidden.
We love what we should not love. We hunger for what we should not touch.
We search for fulfilment in what will bring nothing but emptiness and loss.
We forget the price paid by an innocent who hung on a cross. It sounds so easy as I say this
But it's never easy, especially when I look deep into her eyes and strength fails me.
Right and wrong become lines that are extremely blurred. Especially when wrong comes in the form of a perfume scented touch

She....

A paragon of beauty
The physical embodiment of seamless and timeless beauty; exquisite in it's uniqueness
What is this thing you might ask me?
I call it ....... SHE!
A taker of thoughts.
A controller of emotions and words.
An unparallel surge of attraction, like electricity drawn to iron
A rollercoaster of inherently subdued desires and feelings.
What is this strange and seemingly unexplainable entity?
I call it ...... SHE!!

What is the thing I see in shades of red, blue and green? Like the conglomeration of sweet textures on color defying lipstick on near perfect lips... With a body well shaped and trim. What could this be? To whom can we ascribe this?
I call it.... SHE!
Who is she?
She is her! She is here! She is there! She is one who stares!
She is also one who cares! She cares and smiles as she reads what I wrote here. She is YOU!

An unbridled passion

I write these words calm in the knowledge they could make or mar me
I speak in a tongue I hope you and I speak
I exist in a world that defies understanding
I couldn't tell you of it even if I found a way to describe what I am feeling
I have come to the realization I am one of many things
I am an imperfect individual who tries with varying degrees of success to do the right thing
I sometimes let unwholesome motions and passions to get the best of me
I am on a journey of self discovery to understand what it is that I see
To understand what makes me; me.
To finally rest in the knowledge that I am at peace and free
But you can't be free when you hunger for what is not yours to have or give
I wonder if any have ever felt like this?
You love what you should not love. You don't hate what you should hate. You spend hours fixating on a person who for all intents and purposes is far from your reach.
It's like you are floating in space while trying to catch something the earth keeps in it's wake.
Every thought of you is like a feeling akin to labor pain.
What then will be my gain? If these thoughts of love drive me insane.