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Love can be a terrible curse, and the ultimate blessing.
It will see you rise above the tumult of everyday life
Like a God among mere mortals.
It will show you seasons in a way you’ve never experienced,
through the eyes of a child, wild with wonder
With the eagerness of youth to explore its boundaries,
to reach in and grab ahold of the world at its best.
It takes a new form, and shows you what you’ve been missing.
But just as easily as it lifts your heart,
As easily as it cures a plague of the mind,
or an insecurity that’s followed you through time,
As easily as it cleanses the conscience,
It can just as easily demolish your hope.
When the center can no longer hold,
And all falls through, to pain’s hungry jaw below
Love remains above the clouds, while you,
are sent tumbling toward the unforgiving ground.
But love is persistent, as it will come to be known
It will be witness to your demise, yet in your eyes
It only spells “hope”
And when that day comes, when hope is brought anew
You can bet that the feeling is healing when love comes back to you

O this ache has found new depths

Burrowing deeper with every second

Spent in exile from your caress.

I haven’t a clue if I have spoken

Out of term, or have I broken

Some trust you thought I’d earned?

O how I wish you’d tell me dear,

Why it is you refuse to come near,

When just days before,

On our warm golden shore,

We drank the stars to our delight

Until the pale silver light,

Of a full moon bathed your skin

In an ethereal glow.

O how I wish you’d come back

To the ways of yesterday

O how I wish, how I wish…

Before I fall too far, away from you

Before the weight of loneliness,

Implodes, rending my heart in two.

It was another fever dream
A bender loosening slowly,
Then tearing out the seam.

The yarn ain’t flowin’ true
When the tale has two ends
And it all ends in a feud

But what’s a man to do,
When his lover loves another
And no quick thinking
Will make it untrue?

What’s a man to do.

My heart knows not days, weeks, months or years.

It knows not the sub-zero Winter or the gale winds of Fall.

It knows not the pleasantry brought by another’s call.

It knows not the twilight before the darkness of night.

Nor the Rooster’s cry when sensed the sun’s faintest light.

It only knows of the warmth her porcelain skin emanates.

It only knows of the swift step in her royal gait.

It only knows of the smile that shatters inhibitions.

And of Cupid’s arrow, flying true to its mission;

urging miles traversed, only love could coerce.

All conscious moments lay still in a last embrace.

The scent of her hair, the glow in her eyes,

For nothing since has given reason to rise.

 

Writer’s note: I labeled this as “Take II” because it is actually a poem I wrote a very long while ago but I’ve recently looked it over and made a few changes.

If you’ll give us a chance
To prove that romance
Is, still quaking,

We’ll share sunsets on the shore,

and drink stars at the core,
Of the city.

The adventures we’d find
of the extravagant kind,
wait enchanted.

I swear a love like this
sealed with a kiss,
It’s eternal…

If there’s ever a chance,
I’ll prove this romance,
Is, worth taking.

P.S. My apologies for the weirdly spaced 2nd stanza. For whatever reason, WordPress does not like it when I copy and paste from my MS Word document. *sigh* nor does it have the formatting options to allow the spacing I prefer for poetry.

When the gusts of Winter left our teeth to chatter
A friend revived us with the warmth of laughter.
When all else failed and oblivion reared its head
A friend’s devotion kept our spirits high instead.
When life’s terrain grew too rough to traverse
A friend was always there, for better or for worse…

Originally written for a good friend, I share this piece with the world.

When you see yourself through the distorted lens of depression, you have trouble recognizing your own reflection. You can’t see the seam separating your normal self from the irrational being that calls you its host, and shows none of the courtesies a guest should uphold. The lines blur, and all that’s left is a pain that washes over your heart like a malevolent wave lapping upon your withered soul; a pulsating ache that ebbs with the ever-changing tide of humanity.

His self-esteem lies in a fetid puddle

Staring up at him in longing

Wishing to restore its place.

He tries to cup it within his palms,

To drink and in turn reinvigorate.

Alas, like all things in his life

He grimly watched his salvation

Trickle slowly through stiff fingers

As though his skin turned to stone

And soon, his heart followed.

For swiftly the tears of regret

Flow like Neptune’s sea

From burning eyes,

Eroding his grip and

Withering away his heart,

All hope is swept away

With the ebbing tide.