Loves War

Every time that we begin to fall in love it becomes a gamble, or a risk that we all must take never knowing if it is going to be a true love or just a reasonable facsimile that contains almost every piece and facet of what true love is really suppose to be you see love is what makes humans who and what we truly are and where we are going in this life and even though love is only just a four letter word it is very complex one. It can mean so many things to so many people I think it has gotten lost over translation and time, love is not a word that you throw out there because we have all been conditioned to repeat back as if we were parrots doing a trick, For example there are so many different types and even meanings that come with a whole lot of feelings which continues to leave us reeling, like the love between two star crossed lovers, between a mother and her son or daughter, between a brother and sister, you cannot forget the one between a dog and his master, or even my love of early morning fresh cut grass spring baseball game and a hot dog with a few cold beers with all four of my sons, love can be a war which can also end one too, many songs have been about every type but Pat Benitar says it the best for "Love is a battlefield"

Loves war

Goodnight sweetheart I hope 

that you sleep well so when you

finally close your tired eyes and start 

to dream tonight it is one of 

beautiful sunny sandy white beaches and

clear warm waters that are as 

green and bright as the sparkles

the once lit up your beautiful 

eyes. I also want you to know 

that I will always remember that
day that we met just like it was
only yesterday when we 

looked into each others eyes then got 

real close and kissed, like there was

nobody else around, i remember that 

I first asked you for permission 

then without any kind of hesitation 

you looked deeply into my eyes and 

melted into my arms in submission 

with no restrictions and moaned 

yes, oh baby yes you are now my addiction 

with out any conditions, now let me take 

take your dictation without shame, amen

then at that very moment and all of 

times many movements we realized that 

we were paralyzed as we then were 

baptized in the sweat of our love while 

you and I begin to idolize each other 

while we analyzed as we agonized 

and it kinda scared us but that 

did not stop us from walking down the 

isle listening to our wedding bells. Yet 

here we are the both of us injured with 

many the tall tale signs right before our 

eyes of the many battle scars of where 

we have been, and what we have heard 

and seen and to whom it is that 

we both are, just like two soldiers 

coming from different sides heading home 

from a brutal bloody war, with neither 

side a winner both have been beaten

down by each other and bruised

from what I call "loves war."

I have always in my heart loved you 

just as I know that you have also 

loved me in your own special ways but 

it was always at different times and 

in many places when one was ready 

the other turned their faces and that 

my dear is the one thing that I know

we can always agree on. It is so very 

obvious that we have always loved to hate

each other and now we even hate

to love one another, so now we 

just go back and forth like two 

fighters locked away in cage in a death 

do us part type of fighting while

going round after round both being pounded 

by a love that is blind blow after blow 

until we are holding up the other until

someone cries out uncle, so let us

both together throw up the white 

flag then call a truce and not go any 

further with you and I as we declare a truce 

without a winner then end this 

"loves war," right now then turn in

the opposite and

 walk away from each other while 

we are still able to even walk at 

all, let's declare that we have come 

to the realization that no matter 

how much dedication to the 

mediation that our two sides will 

never again get along. 

When all of the smoke clears and

the last words are never heard,

 I just want you to understand that I am

not angry about who, why, and how,

for I will always remember the 

night we heard the thunder roar 

and saw the lighting flash and feel 

the shaking coming from deep 

down in our souls from that very 

first time we ever kissed to the last we 

tasted on our lips. 

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A Poet's Journey