Poetry is Love - Music - Spoken Word

Photo Art - Matt Chambliss

Sometimes the Muse will abandon us, leaving a void. Many times the artist, the lover, the craftsman will go about their days and their doing becomes labor, work. Filling the empty space with activity, disconnected from the Source. They may become clever or intellectual or busy, yet all the while knowing. Knowing that art, love, truth, is rooted in a mystery beyond their ability. If you have a minute listen to a time when realized that for myself. Peace.
http://www.platosgroove.com/2017/07/poetry-is-love/

Words lay still, insipid and bland on the heart

Intellect's two dimensions churn out clever comparisons

That can pedestrianly pass for poetry

But it's not

Word games at best

Mental masturbation absent the Lover

Carried out in secret compulsion to

Fill the emptiness, of the page

But there is no love there, no life

Nothing but ego and self gratification

I grow sick of myself without Her

Same tired themes, overused phrases fall flat

Filling empty spaces, with more

Seed, spilled, scattered, words wasted

Poetry is affection

Poetry is passion

Poetry is fervor's intense desire

Poetry is hunger's zealous devotion to it's satisfaction

Consummation of flesh mind and spirit

Ego joyfully surrendered, broken asunder

As I is transcended and dances with We and Us and They

Poetry happens between the ticks of the clock, this and that, You and I

All else is mental masturbation

Poetry is alive

Poetry is Love

I miss Her when She's gone

@thealliance