IS LOVE

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Well how on Earth could I believe love is

existant in these days. Heard it's extinct!

I don't think dinosaurs could even kiss.

And if they did, their programing was kinked.

Or else a transfer of saliva might 

have been important for digestiveness

within a species lacking U.V. light.

No gift "for others' good" has happened yet.

It's only twisted round to look that way.

We know that all is done for species/  self.

Don't We? When honest? Folk like that would say.

So now we have to put love on the shelf

of Disney movies made for little girls

to help them keep their wishful thoughts alive.

The myth of love quite often still unfurls,

is rampant there. That's how it may survive!

The smallest weakest ones believe in love 

to help them not to face realities:

that pow-er is what keeps folk up above

and able so to know the facts like these

to fight and win, for knowledge is a  pow'r,

& minimizes what must be coerced.

It's kind of Eco-friendly in this hour.

But not all scarcity must be reversed.

But cont'ry to this view of all the world

and one that I hold to, to be more true,

is one where love with open heart unfurled,

has given us the chance to pick and choose

that's whether we'll step up, as baby gods,

or else step down to just programed desires.

The first has selves appearing, 'gainst the odds,

the second one reduces what inspires.

It seems to me there is a sense in which,

since love is only ever done by "selves",

it can not be quite "selfless", that would ditch

the self that would show love. We need to delve

some more, & when we do we see that love

alone has pow'r to bring a self to be.

Who knows where its pow'r ends? It's from above,

and wants to grow true selves from you and me.

Love's way is not directed to curtail,

but flows around, and goes the extra mile

and doesn't stop. I've heard love does not fail,

nor keep within all boundaries & smile,

as though each thing is good, just as it is,

and all our systems, habits, are just fine

when pow-er and coercion do their biz-

ness, with no other way for us in time.

For love stops not at parts, it sees the whole,

in fact, it makes this universe exist.

From love each atom gains it's very soul.

It's love that makes us solid-ish in mist.

Love fe-ars not the thing that we call death,

for it's more real, as light is, than the dark.

And it's the kind of thing, with ev'ry breath,

that make a life worth living. It's quite stark.

The kind of thing that will go into air

that has through power's exercise been raped

(till gas sustaining life has gone from there).

Seems like it must be super sized and caped,

or mythical, for all those little girls.

And so it is, the smallest weakest one

has more insight than mechanistic churls.

I am convinced that love, has just begun!

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