[Eternia]
Check it:
I was thinking about you,
But I chose to write to God instead,
Met on the page and broke bread.
Sometimes my heart is leaden:
Memories I thought I let forget
Overestimated power of regret, I guess
I planted seeds and watered in the darkness.
I let a tree blossom in the bottom recesses, and yet
I often wonder how I got into this mess.
Instead of one love, it's two loves conflict.
Interested parties catch eyes
Catch lie fast.
Pick your poison.
Like a flood anointing over sins past,
It could happen.
When yesterday collides with the present,
Like -- scratch that -- I'm not past that.
I'm confessing I could pass that class.
I'd rather not if you're the lesson.
I would take that punishment,
Risk losing my blessing,
Going crazy over something,
Maybe not being the essence,
What it seems to me,
It seems to me like polyamoury beckons.
And I get it --
I get why you could love her and me.
Love never claimed exclusivity;
It is free.
I need the clarity;
I wrote this for God to see,
But He knew I was gonna do what I did before me,
And I don't regret a thing;
Perfect symmetry --
Felt like the way the King
Intended us to be.
There's no apologies;
No rewinding.
I would do it all again to show him what love means.
[Eternia & Shad]
(Love means...)
Some things, we're too in to figure out.
(Love means...)
I'm just trying to be fine with not knowing at all.
(Love means...)
This puzzle we're pieces of --
(Love means...)
Love's like a glimpse of
That right place we fit in.
[Shad]
I told you that I
Like to write when it's late and I'm sleep-deprived.
That's when I'm more inclined to joke
And just speak my mind.
As far as what love means,
Well, I can read a line from the dictionary,
But I think I need to redefine.
I need to live it to know it.
That means I gotta give it
And let it be given back to grow it.
I gotta sow it to get it --
Like, really, get it?
I gotta show it;
Not just talk about it like a lot of poets...
AKA moi.
You see, my day job's
Talking this romantic, philosophic
Je ne sais quoi.
And as a lyricist,
In my experience,
Love's kind of bugged,
'Cause my fears and embarrassments --
It's like a man that's in love with his therapist.
And the affair is a lie, but I'm scared,
'Cause to truly care and be cared for
Bears a risk.
I wake up and I ask God for help,
Then go online if my last song was felt,
I forget about the pain.
I'm gassed on myself,
And the goblins in the closet
Go back on the shelf.
Trying to figure what love means...
Love means, check it out:
Love always has hope for another day.
Love is grace; love is patient,
Even when it doesn't wanna stay.
It doesn't run away like, "andale,"
It perseveres and suffers pain.
It doesn't suffocate,
Though it holds tight.
It doesn't change.
Though some would say love is vain
And it's just a game
For the young ones on lover's lane,
Or just the chemistry of the brain --
Just science, you know, something sane.
But you know that love is strange and wild
And heartbreaking and unexplained.
Love is dangerous as a dark street --
Tuck your chain!
Our world's going up in flames.
Still, love isn't violent.
That said, it's nothing safe
'Cause it means standing up to hate.
So love is costly,
But love can save.
And I'm of the faith,
But "love your neighbour" isn't a
Christian or Muslim phrase --
No one owns it, as some brothers claim,
From the pulpit or from the stage,
And in the coming age,
I hope we'll see it as gay, straight, and colourless.
Sometimes we all feel motherless above the grave,
But it's in death and new life when love is made;
It's when you're unashamed and finally unafraid,
When you confront the pain,
Face death, and you'll see in the end,
Only love remains.