It’s times like these I wish to say
So much I feel inside,
But there seems no easier way to say
I love you,
Than to simply say —
I love you.

And you know what’s said
Is felt and held true in my heart,
But there seems no easier way to say
I love you,
Than to simply say —
I love you.

Not even gifts, adornments, or
Showers of love
Can show you in so easy a way
That I love you,
Than to simply say —
I love you.

So be my valentine on this day,
So showered with love we both may stay,
And however I show it, whatever way I say
I love you,
You’ll simply know that
I love you.

Drawn in to the mindlessness of it all;
there is a seeming sense of distance

from one’s
self

induced by a feeling of a separate world.
Inside electronic circuits,
conducted on waves we decode with boxes.
A world perfidiously injected into the

consciousness
of all

who perceive it.

That world masks any vestige of reality
left in the conscious experience of
its mindless addicts.

That world coming through the box
distorts our relationship to the here and now.
It brings us a world

other than here,
other than now.

And yet,
it brings the world into the superficial
realms of sensory experience.

Left confused, muddled,
inundated, and manipulated
by the complexity of a world not understood:
it is a haven.

A haven for mindless escape from a world
that leaves us confused, muddled.
A world that inundates us with complexity.

We have no seeming control over that perfidious

electronic injection
into our consciousness.

(Except, of course, the remote control.)

But to turn off that box is to return our consciousness
to the reality of the world the box allowed an escape from,
and an escape to.

Once poisoned thus,
never can a world be experienced in quite the same way.
Never can a world be truly experienced.

There’s a lot of love/hate going on
I’ve seen the many faces
Love can bear,
and I’ve felt most all the faces
Of a hateful stare.