I wrote this months ago, but given the national legalisation of same-sex marriage, it seems apropos to share now. I’m learning that, as a creative person, sometimes you make something, and you love it and are satisfied with it, but just can’t share it. It’s not that it isn’t ready, but that the environment isn’t ready. And that’s ok. It doesn’t mean that the art isn’t good, it just means that the time isn’t right.
Love?
What do you know of love?
You claim it as your Cornerstone
But have you looked at your foundation?
How can you claim to know love
When you spew death and hell?
All I have to do is say Yes
If you say No I am condemned
You say it is my actions, not me
But you do not see
My actions are part of who I am
My person caused my actions
You say you know love
You say what I know isn’t love
How can you tell me what love is?
Describe it to me
How can you know that isn’t what I feel?
You see an outer image
How can you look at one
And say, that is love?
But look at me and condemn
You say you know love
Are you patient, kind, just?
You want hard answers
I must define myself for eternity
Do you boast?
Is not your claim boastful?
To know the only love
Your list of perceived wrongs
It chokes the Life from me
You claim to see love
But your robe covers your eyes
Your tassels choke your words
You have cut off your own wings
And you claim to know love
Worse still
You claim Love has done this
That love left you torn
Beaten and bruised
You say you are not weighed down
That you are now made free
But how free is it to struggle?
To act without thought
To ride the wind
To speak the Voice of Ages
To love as seems fit
This is Freedom