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A Pear to a Plum Tree


What is a pear to plum tree? 

What is A mango fruit to a banana seed? 

What is the wise man to dumb one 

The man who knows, knows nothing at all 

Try to hard to be someone, you are someone else 

It is the word called L-O-V-E,  love  you can't find it in life, and you can't spell 

It is something that comes naturally you can't tell.  

They are one that I want, but desire is something because you can't have.  

Unreciprocation is just participation in a regurgiation of the your unrequited feelings spitting back, hair pulling and kissing and biting your lips back in a dream called imagination,  not infatuation.  

When we men and women and lack thereof wish for instant gratification is it slow to come 

The world is not based on community, it is a selfish gain, the economy, the society is sick my stomach and the stomach is not so sick to society quick to slowly brutalize the barbed wires on the feet of a war child.  I believe that the only end to dominance is love to some other wild plum trees.  

What is a garden of grapes to the victims of rape to a forsaken field of strawberries in a mellow fantasy? Don't you dare tell me how to be.  This garden we live is a jungle in disguise which lead Adam and Eve to their demise. Do what's wise, but also be unwise.  We are human we are not.  We are a paradox.  We are animal.  We will always be.  We will never be. The situation currently is only temporary but forever will our love last.  It is a fleeting misconception built on false expectations and pretenses. Did I forget to mention if real recognize real then what is the world really missing? It is truth that we must gift to our youth.  

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