LOVES WAR

    Love is one of the emotions that make us humans, it is who and what we truly are and where we should be going in this life, even though love is only just a four-letter word it is a very complex one. It means 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 it back as if we were parrots, For example, there are so many different types, and meanings from a whole lot of feelings which will keep you continuously reeling like the love between to star-cross lovers, between a mother and her son, between a brother and sister, don't forget the one between a dog and his master, even my love of early morning spring baseball game a hot dog and beer with all four of my sons on opening day for the LA Dodgers the one from a first kiss or last it is the greatest feeling you will ever feel when we fall in love yet so painful when we fall out love, always remember what Pat Benatar sang "Love is a battlefield" 

Loves war

Goodnight sweetheart I hope that you sleep 

alright and when you finally, close your eyes 

and start to dream tonight it is one of 

sunny white beaches and clear warm waters that are 

as green and bright as those sparkles the once 

lit up those beautiful eyes. I also want you to 

know that I will always and forever remember 

that day just like it was only yesterday when we 

had our first kiss when we acted like there was 

nobody else around, when I first asked you for 

permission then without any kind of hesitation 

you looked deeply into my eyes and said "yes, oh yes", 

then our lips came together at that very moment when

time and all it is many movements slowed to 

a crawl then the lightning flashed and thunder roared

that is when we found ourselves standing at 

the precibus of me and you yet hanging off the edge 

of insanity for what may come you and I realized 

that we were actually in very real reality, 

paralyzed while very petrified with love 

that is kind of scared us, but that did not stop 

us from walking down the aisle while listening 

to the sounds of our wedding bells.

But that was then and this is now here we are today 

both injured with lies of the bedroom kind beat 

down bruised and scared by the many battles from all 

our wars year after year in all of the arguments of 

where we have been, and what we have heard or seen, 

or done while trying so hard to find out just what 

it is that we have become while learning who we both 

are, just like two combat soldiers from different sides 

coming home from a brutal and bloody war, neither side 

declared a winner, beaten down by each other and 

bruised and tired from fighting what is 

called "LOVES WAR." 

I have for some unknown reason always felt it in 

my heart and deep down inside of my soul how much 

that I loved you, just as I know that you 

have also in your way loved me, but it has always 

been at different times than I was or in two separate 

places and that my dear is the one thing I know we 

both can always agree. It is so blatantly obvious 

to everyone around us that we have always for

some unknown reason loved to hate each 

other, despite how many times we have come back 

together and now we even hate to love one another, 

so now we just go back and forth like two 

heavyweight fighters who are locked 

away in a cage while going round after round

until we are both on the ground worn out tired 

being pounded again and again by a love that is 

blind. So, instead, let us both throw up the white 

flag together then call a truce and not go on any 

further and declare that this "LOVES WAR," is 

now over, then turn and walk away if we can even 

walk anywhere at all, let us declare that 

we have finally come to the final realization in our

ongoing dedication to the night time mediation 

that our two sides our hearts and souls will never 

again get along or agree and when all the smoke 

has finally cleared while the last of the words are 

never heard, I just want you to know and try very hard 

to understand that I am not angry about who started 

what or why it was done or even said, for I will 

always remember without a doubt that evening when 

you and I heard all the voices from deep inside of us

then saw the fireworks from our hearts and 

places unknown in our souls, from that 

the very first kiss to the last one that we shall 

forevermore ever know.

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A Poet's Journey

Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020