Tiniest Of Tempests Poem by Butch Decatoria

So, grasshopper....
What is love / to someone who is complaining?

Screaming. Wailing /Proudly prevailing / loudly Reprimanding
Or commanding Bounded feet
Pushing.
Shushing in rushing / Busiest with everyone else's business
Pushing.

Dumbfounded yet Enforcing.
Forcing / mindlessly
divorcing meaning?

Not knowing /Rather assuming or presuming
To speak not for himself
Instead for us, lauding law, howling for god

What is it without making / any sense? /
Having no reason?
What is love if only a word /
Sung or graffiti tag on walls / Ave.3rd / blurbs

So to speak / a word / whispers...
Write or read / Flat screen / one dimensional unexperienced /
Word up /Another billboard's Loud propaganda
"Unt wonder-bar sinfully delicious"
You will OBEY
Says snickers /
Harangue of commands
The replete of a single word / repeat
"Believe"

On and on / carrying calm


And what is forever to an insect? With brief breath
VampiricParasitic Abuzz
Without purpose but swarm
Wasted waning /Locust death Landscapes / we barely notice

Cherish just a starving word

So goes my question / Unanswered. Kept
distant. Unproven / underserved
The point is moot /
What is love/ To you?
Without proof Without life
What are eyes without the light?

What is love if nothing /If never born
A mind Emotes/oceans / swells /

Love....
The tiniest of tempests

One thought becomes a storm
Felt Like dreams /Stars for diamond tears
Energy in living form... now asking why / Are we here?
No doubt It is to know love
And so... What is a good word?

Truth (the word of god)

Namaste
The eyes wordlessly say
Love light: Our beautiful day.

With every storm loud with thunder
A serenity is found /Amidst All Life's blunders

So jump for joy, grasshopper... Being loved is like being found.
Finally seeing the awe and the wonder.
The clarity of a mind's eye, life is the dream
breadth of heart you must plunder.

Fight fire not with fire, but with water
that which you can have but cannot hold...

and what is love
if not sharing a drink
like every storm
we all are wet underneath
like every heart must sometimes think
we will wake already ashore

inhale this gift - the perfect time is now

because this is love, grasshopper
and we are the tempest
the hearts who think...

This must be love
having been
given everything?

my cup is filled by heaven's rain
no fear of death,
No storms, war or pain...

Oh Beloved
You're a beautiful day.