Philia

Brother, can you hear me?
Come here to me,
Cuz you're dear to me.
Don't fear me if I'm queer.
The only reason that I'm here
Is to love.
I'm not a judge from above.
That's not my jurisdiction, nor yours.
Up on twos or on fours,
From the desert or the shores,
We share a common ground.
We make a common sound.
Don't send me to the pound
Cuz I look up when you look down.
And no, the world's not perfect,
But is it really worth it
To build your walls and take your falls
Out on the ones who don't deserve it?
Come on,
Let's not sugar-coat it,
They wrote it.
Your were quoted,
Yes, you voted for the loaded gun,
When you realized you won
The socio-genetic lottery
Of clay-man pottery.
You said, "They gotta be
Like you and me
To the T
Or burn for eternity."
That's not what philia's about.
You place a veil of doubt
When you go out
And shout about
A divine hatred
That's required for love.
We're calling bullshit
On the shit that you've been spittin'
Just sit down and listen.
You'll be smitten with humanity.

Love, an unpredictable word,
Imprecise and imperfect,
Hardly suited for all that mean it to be.
Oh, but Love, how I adore you,
and I implore you to show it.
Because you and I aren't so different at all.

Eros

Take a look, the situation is dire.
It's like they'll set you on fire
If you ever require
The touch of another man.
Is it really anyone's business to judge
When mutual sinners share fudge?
Have you even ever treaded through the sludge?
Do you ever wonder sometimes if you should ruin the fun
Of an incestuous relationship between father and son,
Or father and nun?
There's no harm done
If it's all done in mutual fun, right?
But sex is sacred.
When the flesh is naked,
The next is taken
Into consideration
By a jury of your peers
For the rest of your years
You'll here their jeers
As they lift their beers and say,
"Cheers, you fucking faggot!"
So I'm fakin'.
Funny, when I'm taken
I feel the most masked.
So when you ask, "What are you're fantasies?"
I'm inclined to answer, "Missionary, please!
And I want the pretty girl from the magazines.
And no more gay, hippy, fairy sleaze
Nothing scary, hairy, chubby, dirty, out the norm.
Because if you found out, I couldn't keep good form.
And I don't want to be seen.
So there's no evidence we ever slept together
So I don't have to brave the whether.
Whether my dick was small
Or performance flawed
Did she come at all?
Do take too long
Or do something wrong?
No, we'll never talk,
So I'll never know,
And we'll kiss in the morning
And say, 'I have to go.'
And we'll live together for 40 years
And I'll never be able to quell the fears
And I'll never be fully satisfied
Because every time we fucked, both of us lied."

Love, an unpredictable word,
Imprecise and imperfect,
Hardly suited for all that mean it to be.
Oh, but Love, how I adore you,
and I implore you to show it.
Because you and I aren't so different at all.


Agape

How many marriages does it take
To realize that you're doing it wrong?
How can you make the same mistakes
In every charting pop love song?
Autotune me and drop me over a whack track
Bump bass for
Party people in the back
All you wanna do is dance,
Skip the romance
Put 'em in a trance
At the first glance,
Give 'im a chance
Get in his pants.
And that's all well and good,
But it oversimplifies more than it should.
I see more harm coming out of it than good,
With middle-aged teens saying,
"You don't understand
About the love of a brooding man
Computer tanned,
Watching girls sleep tight
In the middle of the night
Because he can't stand the light."
That's not devotion, it's obsession.
I'd respond with fight or flight,
Or call the council to arrest him.
The ideal fantasy vampire wedding ring
Born on the basis of a stalker's affection,
One who for a hundred years has never faced rejection.
Or, take an injection of the love drug,
A smug bug infection slugger.
The next fix, quick, hit it up, the music section's
Got it all at the mall.
I saw it all, and I'm appalled, because
Love is not a narcotic,
It's not purely erotic,
It's emotion, it's devotion,
Not obsession and depression
And compression, like a fracture
Near the brain, driving you insane,
Medicate the pain with love songs,
Hit the bong.
I'll hit the gong
And wake you all from your opiate dream,
And maybe you'll see love means far more than it seems.