Progress

Everyone is sleep, under a spell

Slow dancing the waltz music of a self-sabotaging hell 

And loving it

Loving being in the dark

Loving the ignorance

Loving being lost

Insanity has become the reality 

Of the progressive,

 in which I want no parts of

If this is progress take me backwards

Back to when love conquered all. 

Back when knowledge and wisdom were reverend 

Back when compassion was around at every corner you turned

Why can’t weeping be brought down to a minimum?

Why can’t suffering disappear? 

Exchange happiness for all of our fears?

Why are the simplest of things hard?

 I love you the way that I love the sound of vinyl records playing their signature sound.

I love you the way a cherry decorates the top of the most delicious Sunday. I love you the way whip cream looks on top of a latte. You are as satisfying as a popsicle in the hot summer sun. I admire you like the brightest star in the galaxy. I savor you like chocolate on top of strawberries. Your both beautiful and untamed like wildflowers. I love you with the insanity of van gogh and the tranquility of monet. I love you like my favorite song I hum when I'm happy. I can sip you like fine wine, slowly and get drunk of pure joy and lust. I love you like Popeye love spinach. Not like olive oil but spinach because when he consumes it he becomes super human. I think this poem could be much longer however I will stop here.. There are so many things I love that remind me of you.