Black Poetry : A Painting of Love

[HODEE]

Hail Love, hail Love, because Love is divine
It is tender,
It is beautiful and benign

What passion, what passion, we are burning like the sun
It is hidden and obscure, it is an obvious sign.

We've fallen, we've fallen, it is hard to rise up
We know not, we know not, this complex chaotic design.

Hail the moon, hail the moon, it is curved like a cup
To the features and the world, it gave shape, shade and line
Dismounted, dismounted, his horse the King of Kings

Hail the dust, hail the dust, that his trail would define.

What picture, what picture, is drawn on the canvass of the heart
How strange, how strange, with the heavens must align.

Be the silent jug, be the silent jug, that holds the secret
From the left, from the right, everyone seeks that wine.

This brook has such a song, that turns our fortune's wheel
Not of fate, not of song, neither of this clay of mine
Neither trap, nor of chain, then why do we feel encaged?

What shackle and what rope is so strong yet so fine?​

 

[Da Street So'ja]

great piece

Neither trap, nor of chain, then why do we feel encaged?

and even GREATER question

this made me think

 

[j'hiah]

the last 2 lines sum this painting of love all up...
" what rope is so strong yet is so fine "

props,
jh.

 

[watzinaname]

Love takes a hold of one such that we don't realize it's hold until we try to break it. Such a well posed piece poet...wow.

 

[$$RICH$$]

Love is a beast that take hold and sometime won't let go
it's like a thin line and a bridge....tyte drop bruh ! makes da mind wonder,