Love Odyssey

Divine love,
the above,
defined in the scripture.
My definition,
lots of images,
thousand words in each picture.
After the volumes,
of albums,
I doubt it would help.
For you,
pages are blank,
you need to find out yourself.
You need to blaze your own trail,
sail the seven seas for yourself,
At your journeys end,
you attempt to seize it your self
the result though you wont believe me
you have to sees it yourself.

Like the lesson of fire,
from warnings,
hardly we've learned.
Curious beauty mesmerized,
education memorized,
through the scars it burned.
So too, You reached out for love,
and feel dumb,
for there's none in your grasp.
Maybe its something you done,
fine comb over your past,
soon self doubt,stress,
anger and depression will pass.
You may debate as of late,
the ones you dated on your path,
some you regard with a sigh,
some you regard with a laugh.
Finally you can put this nonsense behind you,
And once you are done with love,
thats when it comes to find you.

By
LA Kellam

Gone

Thinking about you,
foolish i was to doubt you,
I might have to learn to be without you,
Regardless if i scream and shout you
are gone.

By LA Kellam

Uneven

Words can't define,
the divine feeling, that I find in your essence.
The anxiety blast,
that lasts after your presence.
So unexpected,
conflicted , to once again be smitten by love.
No religion to turn to,
yet I worship you daily my love.
Peers ridicule,
that I am a fool to yearn to hug and kiss you.
Driven to the brink,
with each blink, I start to miss you.
And that is when you're still near,
I fear when we part.
Overcome and overwhelmed,
by words coming straight from my heart
And all the meanwhile,
not knowing what to say you just smile

By LA Kellam

Love Knocks

I must say "you and I",

is totally unexpected,

Truthfully I have no idea,

Why I here, been selected.

trying to see if your vision of me,

is really I, reflected.

What has been neglected?

Rose colored class, can hide

my glaring imperfections from the eye.

I try, to supply facts that 

I'm deserving.

I am at a loss for words,

that fact  unnerving.

I am not ready of your love

 even my own, thats disturbing.

It hurts to stop and put up a road block,

 redirect you another way,

This may come as a shock,

there is no better way,

Opportunity for love I hear you knock

I am not ready and walk away

LA Kellam

Death of the Unconditional

Bumping into people, crowded city streets,

Feeling all alone.

Yeah I got friends, but in the end,

I'm by myself in my home.

Going to the same places,
sickening smiling blushing faces,
happy, crappy, carbon copy clones.
Made up holiday, with hearts and cartoons,
placed up on cards and balloons,
Hah!!  The mindless drones.
Pretending there is nothing amiss,
with this production to create,
epic revenue streams,
seems unloving if I don't participate.
The unconditional,
has become fictional.


LA Kellam