The extreme, powerful, self destructive, limitless, smothering, and abundance of love:
Its grasp for better or worse you cannot escape
Angry, rage, happiness, bliss, lust, love, end.
A perfectly shocking range in changes of sensations
Feelings that will beat you black and blue
And all the other colors in between just as vivid
Leaving marks on your heart
The condensation of emotions are
Waters droplets of pure
Jubilation and utter aghast
And penetration of a feeling
Many levels and kinds of feelings
Such Powerful Feeling
Its implodes my senses and I’m almost numb
The passion the pain flows freely
From each and every one of my cells
Visually sensation explodes in my brain
The art work created causes arguments in my brain.
Sleep seems inconceivable
But I must sleep
Sensations heartlessly pounding at my brain
All fives sense slammed by this coming hug
That’s my preparation for sensation
My own interpretation
Struggles to sleep
Odd sensation of the wanting of what you simply cannot having
Grasping for food, sleep, love, survival
The ability to exist
And be happy in your mere existence
So tiny yet so remarkable you are
Millions of individuals
An algorithm should be created to
Amass all the sensation.
How can actually I express all the sensations I feel with words?
Language is so unbelievably inadequate.
Touch of hot or cold
Shockwaves sent from my hand to my brain
Touch of love
A simple hug is much more complicated when I feel love
It came, as if from a dream…
Butterflies flutter tumultuously in my stomach
Burning urges cause flames
Flames of passion
Sometimes the embers die
The love, tainted or gone
And the charred remains of
My body remain
But the memory of that sensation
Seeing that charming painting
Wearing that warm, comfortable dress
Smelling that delicious coffee
Hearing the birds way off in the distant
Tasting that chocolate cake
The media of shocking information
The exaggeration of images
Confuse and fascinate at the same time.
Then there is love.
The paradox of love and being loved
I have loved with my whole heart
Now my heart is filled with holes
The not being loved back was so painful
The accusations of never caring were the worst
I at least wanted him to know I loved him
That would be enough
It would have to be.
But, it was not meant to be.
For now I have sensations of love towards things like coffee.
Or my family.
Friends, Shimer, and Falafel, all sensational things.
They are different times for, different types of sensation
All senses are involved
Trying to awake from a deep sleep
Trying to come back from a dream
Trying to escape slumber and excite my real senses
My brain and body want different things
One waits stillness, the other wants movement
Struggling to wake up
The shock of no longer dream land
A most odd sensation …