Generation Lost

We want to Love—but what is Love?
And to give—can you give too much?
All day we work so our bodies will tear,
And our hearts can truly be touched

And, tearfully, beneath meteor showers,
We wish to be bludgeoned clean!
And low over snow, huffing earthly blow,
In such saddening ecstasy,

We so desperately try to believe
And so frantically pray to be freed
From this frenzied world—
And from ourselves

Hmmmmmm....

I believe in an afterlife. I cannot fathom what it's like, but I know it exists. I know it exists because of love. Love is a connection, a bond between souls—the result of one's heart reaching out and touching another's. And when you lose someone you love, the bond doesn't extinguish. The connection remains intact. Why? Because the spirit of that person still exists. Your heart aches and aches because it can feel the others soul but is frustrated by the physical separation. That's why I know I will be reunited with my father some day: I still love him. The bond of love is not broken because he lives on. Love lives on because we live on.

I'd like an Americano

Mechanical man,

Hurling gun-magnet

Mitts,

Drunk in late-night rants,

Eying gals,

Mouthing politics,

Tits

Wife, dying hair,

Kid, ashen, slit

Wrist,

In the tub,

Dying there,

Alone, bare

Fuck it,

No one cares

And everyone knows

This journey's bull

Shit

Yea, everyone knows,

But only few

Quit--

Those beautiful

Innocent,

Who pay

It

In full

Absorb

Son, sprawled out, torpid on the sofa,

Eyes glazed in gossamer film,

Do you now bemoan your beautiful living?

Do you now despise your excessive pondering?

Have you finally discovered the despairing truth

That humans are not made to feel,

To love, to know too much,

That they are nothing but sponges, soaking up

The chirps of avian lullabies,

The chills of crystalline blue coasts,

The tender touch of a lovers tongue,

Amid some sultry summer reverie?

Can you feel your mind dampening, the swelling,

The beginnings of that terrifying transformation to nightmare?

Do you feel week at the knees

Or heavy in the gut?

Or is the pain closer your eyes,

From which, like leaky faucets,

Drips the splendorous surfeit

Of your now chaotic dream?

Tell me, soul,

Was it worth dying young?

Was it best to drown yourself in youthful infatuations,

Rather than to live long and mediocre,

Tormented gradually by latent lusts?

Something everyone should adhere to.

I don't consider myself a Christian anymore--I am too skeptical at this juncture of my life. Regardless, I still read the New Testament often because of beautiful passages such as this:

¹If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. ²If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. ³If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

⁴Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

⁸Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. ⁹For we know in part and we prophesy in part, ¹⁰but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. ¹¹When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. ¹²Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

¹³And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. --1 Corinthians 13

Hangover musing

Day 142
Originally uploaded by Laura Mazzaro

Consciousness is falling brains from
Ghostly mountains above
And when two lonesome drops collide
And plummet as one, there's love

And if you find no one's by your side
Nor below your toes or on high,
Remember the Sun will soon enough shine—
All good hearts will be one in the sky