is love an energy or a mental concept like time or space?*

she said, "my love is as boundless as the stars."
i said, "my love is not bounded by the speed of light."

she said, "my love is as deep as the ocean."
i said, "my love does not depend on points A or B."

she said, "my love is more powerful than the sun and shines much brighter."
i said, "my love is not subject to enthalpy or entropy."

she said, "i love you."
i said, "i love you more."

It started with a pill.
Prescribed for an injury that ****** up a whole football season
A sixteen year old boy fed oxy like a toy.
Take one when there’s pain its okay one at morning one at night one to make you sleep and you’ll be alright
Make the pain go away.
The injury healed and the prescription stopped but that didn’t stop the incessant pop
A slow downhill decline into the depths of his mind burying each moment he wished he could rewind.


He sold his strings to feel like he had wings
He found new **** to strum.

His fingertips found a new numb.

Keeping it dark hiding all the time reassuring ourselves
He’s fine he’s fine everything is fine.
We were blind to  see he lost all sense of reality

Oh, Brother put it down Brother.
Judas is making you believe you were one not meant to have real dreams
When our gazes meet the red ants in your eyes do not deceive me they bleed me crawling over the inflated mountain tops of black tar smoke
your pupils cower from the weight and choke

Our eyes used to be the same color, Oh, Brother.
Where are your pigments now, Oh, Brother?

The leeches you inject are ******* you up pounding through your bloodstream they are ******* you up wake up wake up wake up wake up.

You woke up.

Father bought back your strings
We asked you to cut ties from the bags and the lies
Because hopeless waiting became too much
We wanted to get in touch
and rock bottom is not a bed you can lie in forever,
too long and the gravel seeps like spikes into your spine
too long and your body is but of stone
empty and cold

Oh, Brother. Our mother almost lost you
Was almost a second-generation mother to lose her daughter’s big brother.
Because one thing can lead to another,
Oh, Brother.

Honey don't you realize
When they say "don't make another your home"
They're speaking directly to you?

Exceptions, is not a word within the vocabulary of the universe.

Baby don't you see
When he says "I will always love you"
He's got fingers crossed behind your heart?

Existential, is not a word within the vocabulary of your love life.

It may be antique with worn shabby walls,
And rooms that feel like old barn stalls.

Yet 'tis a place where love can be found,
Where hugs and kisses and smiles abound.

The parents are teaching their children the way,
With lessons in serving each other each day.

The loving expressions so often heard,
Sing sweeter a song than the happiest bird.

And though not a villa of comfort in Rome,
This fortress of spirit is known as the 'Home'.


©Neil F.  6-09-2011

Walk in.

Again I’m pinned with disapproval that delivers a blow; scan the room to judge, keep tabs, and slight my ego.

Keep control with reprimanding eyes, that’s justified; say no words, I’ve heard what the rage written on your face shouts.

Walk out.