free the heaven
trapped inside of me
if only you could see,
the things i see

the remarkably beautiful
amongst the destructive and dutiful
ones without minds, inside their heads
how they make me hate this world
walk, wishing i was dead

all the ones for whom words
are almost, as in never,
attached to their hearts
all the shit speak and shit talk
murdered, love, language
as a cherished work of art

all the endless bodies,
people everywhere
piled more and more
on top of each other
as daily, to extinction
are the humans who care

about the innocents, the animals
trees, nature, real life
things not digitized, filtered to frenzy
cartooned, dumpster dived

opinions and imbecility
tossed and thrown everywhere
as if most are listening,
amongst all the "me, me, me",
stop to care

back to the brilliance,
removed from the bull
it's found, in mystery, the universe
and in "the rare", that are full

of passion and character,
uniquely their own,
the ones that slay you love struck,
you are not here alone

away from the ever growing
technology onslaught
and another fucking mall
to sell all our souls, clearance sale
pre-priced, bought

there are some
who are just...so...
utterly gorgeous, in glow
demand, you be stopped
in your tracks, "need to know"

be around them,
sweet confound, them
as in "how..in..the..world..
this gross society, they exist.."

that's the magic, yes it is
like the breath that you blew out
the candle, didn't know them, the wish

because once real love found
is one really ever the same,
in the after?

glow and show
and know, the divine
actuality of state
"give you mine"...

my heart, my hope,
my "anything you need"...
this, the sweet, soul shine
a sustenance no food can feed

a succumb, remove the numb
remove the skin and begin again
believing, just maybe,
beyond all the shit,

"hmmm, there just might be,
something to, the something to this"..

thing called a journey,
some call it a path

and i walk with them,
swell of love, locked inside of me

their incredible, irreplaceable etch
their is, without question
no need, dare to ask..

the why?
and what?
and how?

none to speak..

the most awe inspiring awareness..
the beautiful ones, things
you never planned to find,
did not dream, search their seek

they just came, and appeared
and for that, i kneel
the profound, the endeared

for a life i now cannot imagine
stay here, without them...

for 32 years
there was only one guy,
two girls

and now...

there is him.


bowen hart roselli
4 september 2020
ringwald love