Your Homophobic God Poem by Crimson Love

If there is a god then for sure is to make no difference, Love to all of us is felt the same it also has the same effect. We shall be free to love, true love can never harm but help. To install punitive measures shall be never given a chance, only because we love one of the same? ! Hey that's not fair! We humans shall be free to have the full freedom of love's command.We are born and raised with love, for it, we shall forever stand. Love shall never be a be reason to opress. Good poem, thank you for share.

Just when I thought I couldn't love you more. What it is to be free, I do not know, but this poem gives me some hope that the word can be spread, that we are all equal creatures. You have my heart, Crimson.; P

Homosapiens and their prejudices. I say, live and let live. Do as you please and love who you please. In the end your own happiness matters... Stay strong... :)

I have read your poem here and your poet's biography. As a gift (I hope it is a gift) I have dedicated my newest poem to you for it is written of my own life where 'love without name' was (and still, alas, is) a stain in the minds of the so-called 'Holy'. I have found, as you have, that 'A love between two of the same' may be opposed but Love's lovers may dispose themselves and comport wildly, gladly, as does promiscuous Nature assert, and in so doing give no pleasure to those who hurt love with their holiness, a hurt derived within their own minds, not Deity. Shakespeare says as much at the end of Romeo and Juliet: 'Capulet. Montegue. See what a scourge is laid upon you hate that nature sees fit to kill your joys with love.' Nature, that which loves in us authentically and affirms life and Herself, is not the fault but the hate of those who strive to divide one from one's natural self and others. Therefore, love as Nature wills. Spill over with love. Cast spells of a smile for the beloved who returns yours with her own. Smiles are gifts, not loans. So love on. Embracing love (loving yourself that you may love the other all the more richly) fling yourself into the dance. Defy holy stars and live beyond scars of the Holy miscreant with their tongues and deforming actions. The poem dedicated to you, The Case For Love As Storm, is here on poemhunters. You may read it as a defiant YES to love in the ruins of a fading Christian civilization choking on its own gorged 'purity' which kills and has killed many. And you, you live on. Love on. Grow. Become. Surf just anger toward the shore where love waits for you. Best to you. May you bravely glow more crimsonly life full. Warren