Love is always a brutal act of violence,
The unwilling submit to the stronger,
The aggressive take what they want with defiance,
And the weak suffer for much longer.
Those who are beaten into submission,
Retreat and stare awkwardly from their cave,
The mind is left to suffer contrition,
To lick the wound and dig the grave.
Try if you can to have a wistful view of this inane cavalcade,
For without indifference Life is an unbearable creation.
The temporary gift of this miracle that will fade,
And the fact that Life ends in Death is the great desecration.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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- Published: March 11th, 2025 01:36
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And here I find the poetic valediction on the life-death dynamic. 🙏🏻🕊 Liked and Faved 🤩
Thank you so much compadre. Life and Death now there is a marriage made in Hell.
And what can be said of being chronologically further down that matrimonial aisle 🙏🏻🕊
A most interesting point of view. From that perspective yes the strongest Love wins and does take by force resistance is futile. It does seem to be the ultimate weapon and takes by its force even the unwilling. This change in perspective redefines the common view. Thank you for showing a different perspective to this overused poetic term.
Thank you for your insight.It is much appreciated
A touching interesting and alternative way of looking at love, enlighting and enjoyable read
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