Featured Artist PhiloSo[Free]

Free

I met Free on a COLD Thanksgiving morning as we volunteered our time feeding the homeless.  We joked and laughed as we handed out bread and fruit to tons of pushy homeless men and women.  I didn't get the chance to meet "Free the poet," or "PhiloSo[Free]" of the "Just Be Fabulous" organization,(an organization that encourages the LGBTQ community to forget the labels and embrace Fabulosity).  I slowly learned more about Free via twitter.  As she tweeted her flirtatious lines that would make any girl melt, I realized this girl has a way with words! And only then  was I introduced to "Free the Poet."  After watching her tweet some of her poetry, I HAD to feature her on the blog.  So here she is...

This poem is:                                                        Untitled

Contemplating the trials and tribulations

Of my ephemeral situations

I ruminate over why those I fervidly enamored

Have precipitately fallen apart

Cognizant I could devote a lifetime

Deciphering the enigmas of my heart.

Nevertheless, I’ll always remain curious

Why are humans so in love with love?

When their zeal and obsession

For perfection

Forges a love purely spurious.

Seems we are only playing

Life’s never-ending game:

Love is the child and we are its toys

Love is aware of human desperation

To fill many emotional voids.

We envision our perfect “Forever”

An ideal lover

Who’s beautiful, funny and clever,

A genuine love that simply falls in place

Yet when love becomes tangible,

Impetuously, we cop out in haste.

We build walls higher than God’s blue skies

Because “perfect” is an augury of misfortune,

Or perhaps we allow our insecurities

To manipulate our minds.

Yes,

 Many are jaded by our previous “perfections.”

We fell asleep atop the clouds of heaven,

Only to wake up to the burning fires of hell

As our “Forever”

Slowly evolved into our never

And our days of mourning dwelled.

Undeniably deplorable is not the love we lost,

But rather the love we never attained,

The love full of much potential

Devastingly obliterated

Because “Perfection” drove our insecurities insane.

Consequently, we leave the other hurt, bruised

Their emotions damaged and abused,

As shamefully, human foibles perforce oust the other

Because they were “too good to be true.”

We then expiate our actions with a sophistry

So eloquently articulated,

We begin to believe it true,

Feeling exonerated

When truly, it is oneself who has been duped,

By guiles of insecurities too abstruse

For human comprehension.

Nonetheless, we persistently

And desperately pursue our quests for love,

Furthermore, accumulating deeper self resentment.

Swallowed by our egos,

Into a deeper abyss we fall

“Tis better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all.”

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