Facebook Scavenging

So every now and then I'll be digging into my Facebook and bringing some of my writings over here.  And of course, I'll start writing them here rather than there... then post a note with everybody tagged but only give a link to it here MWUAHAHA... ok, that was lame.
But please... let me rephrase that, PLEASE (See what I did there?) offer your comments.  Don't get me wrong, I enjoy writing, but I'd enjoy knowing you have an opinion of it, and how I can improve my work.  What would you like to see me write about? Psalms?  Stories?  Beauty?  Love?  Funny? Sweet or Dramatic?  Sci-fi or fantasy?  War or peace?  Life or death?  Heaven or hell?
I don't really care; whatever my readers want to read, for the most part, is my favorite.  I wouldn't write them online if I didn't want your opinions, no matter what they are, honest.

Anyhow, my poetry/stories tend to be like this blog as a whole... about whatever happens to be on my mind and how long I wanted to spend on it. You make a request, of course, and I promise it'll be on my mind. :)

Thats enough for now. 
Begin my first Facebook Dredge: Why must we love?
...Just an example of what happens when my perfectionist side goes to sleep, my focus goes to the dogs, and a muse gives her good graces. It isn’t a song…though I thought about it at points, the meter is too inconsistent
There are a lot of little details here, but don’t worry too much about trying to figure it out; I leave each to his own interpretation. In the end I just had fun writing *Shock and awe*. Enjoy.

Why must we love?

Must we scurry about our lives
Trying to find the one and only,
Or can’t we stop and stare,
And wonder for just a moment
Then move on with our conscience clear?

To not be blinded by a wisp of hair,
Or frozen by the sound of laughter;
Bound up by a pair of eyes,
And consumed in mere reflection.

Why must we love? 10
That conqueror of kings;
Can’t we find solace in other earthly things?
Why must we love?
Bowing to this power who shakes us to the core
More precious than gold,
More elusive than shooting star
Yet even when we find it, all we do is ask for more.
Why must we love?

High and low, above, below
Love laughs behind our backs. 20
It flies just out of our ever reaching hand
Driven by fear or its own unknowing bliss

And when (or if) we catch it at last
And that lacèd butterfly is grasped,
We don’t know what to do,
We woo and coo, eschew and rue.
We try so many different things things,
All for naught, this love we sought
So often just shatters in the wind.

Still, each sad and jagged piece 30
Seems as beauteous as the next,
And thus so eager are we,
To chase, cling, seek, and see;
Hoping to hold our love again.

Why must we love?
That render of the universe;
Too often it becomes something so utterly perverse
Why must we love?
Offering tears and scars angels might abhor
More devastating than a demon’s malevolence, 40
More virulent than a viper’s fang
Yet when it strikes us still, all we do is ask for more.
Why must we love?

Then it happens.
Then you know its possible.
Its there on the horizon.
Its there just around the bend.
Its there standing right in front of you.

And it waits.
And you stare. 50
But you think…
Too soon you blink.
And its gone.

Maybe stunned for just a passing moment,
Stand we defeated to a timeless tyr’nt,
Paltry hesitation claims his newest casualty.

About to curse that lost chance,
One a lifetime does not oft spare,
Our heart stops in realization,
We cannot breathe in mysterious anticipation. 60
It is really there beside you,
And been for some time,
So we stop and stare
And wonder for just a moment.

You do not touch
Not yet, not for now.
In this moment where time stands still.
Only you and your love and their love and them.
And there is no shame.

Why must we love? 70
That we might find heaven on earth,
And unite within an eternal birth.
Why must we love?
Caressing the world incarnate, our one and only amore
More spellbindingly ablaze than the crimson dawn
More furious serenity than the hurricane’s eye
There is no wonder in it, that all we do is ask for more

The shimmering radiance of coursing diamond streams
Could not buy the Eden love discovers.
But even paradise had steep conditions, 80
And must the most beautiful rose grow some thorns.

But no rose doesn’t pale in the light of that smile
No utopia offers such a comforting glow.

But those eyes we see, see us, we see
Those eyes. Those eyes.
We fall into those gazing eyes.
And see the farthest reaches of the galaxies…
Or the crystal reflection of our soul.

We bathe in sweet remembrance
Relieved in each other’s presence 90
Reciprocating passions you’ve only dreamed of
A rapture beyond this corporeal dimension.

Why must we love?
Because He says it is good.
Why must we love?
We wait so long for ‘perfection’
When ‘wonderful’ passes us by
Why must we love?
Can’t it be any easier?
Its worth it’s weight in tears. 100
Why must we love?
Can’t we just be friends?
A soul mate is just the start
Why must we love?
Why can’t we love?
Who must we love?
When must we love?
How do we love?
Is this love?
True Love? 110
Love. My Love.
True, Love.
Is this, Love?
How do I love?
When can I love?
Who can I love?
Why can’t I love?
Why must I love?
…When will she be mine?
Solemn sincerity fill closèd eyes 120
I determinedly ponder toward the skies
A single cloud but silently responds
And the setting sun beckons from beyond
The stars begin to glimmer
The crickets’ songs just simmer.
I can only relish in this soft night
I might as well have achieved flight

In silent surrender I realize,
Why [we] fight such magnificence,
Why face such malevolence[...] 130
Love, that is harsh and heavy, invaluable and incontrovertible,
We don’t understand it,
We cannot hope to perfect it,
Why must we love?
This is why we love:




Because He is.
Because He does.
Because He says.
Because we obey.
Because I can.

Because I can.
Because He does.
Because He is.

I must love. 140

Only God knows the rest.

End of Dredgery.
You know, after all is said and done, I don't really like it.  Not really.  :/ Maybe... it's old 'n stuff.  I really like the word Dredgery though.  I've edited a few lines to fairly pleasant effect.... I think I'll keep 'em. Oops, time for bed... 5am here I come!  We thank thee Lord for this wonderful weekend, yet more time on this wonderful creation you have made... and still we wait for you, in all things, forever and always, that your Will be done until you come again.

This is me, wiping the slate clean.
~Ben