Let us dance on the moon
Mending our scars, Repairing our ruins
Upon our Venus souls arriving
In the gifting of our own romantic uprising
As we smile with the essence of hope’s enduring
Let us rejoice in our embrace
Our epic embrace
That the earth could never contain
In the celebration of our own longevity
Where our love shall always remain
Gravity shall fall
Amassed by our earthly withdrawal
As we fall in the crater of a lunar longevity
Luna’s clasping, Our Hearts passionate unmasking
Crashing into the supernova of love’s surging salvation
Ah, The stars shall flow
Ah, The moon’s smile shall grow
Upon our telescope eyes
Traveling across the universe
When you are here
When you are there
I will be everywhere
Everywhere that the flow takes me
So grab this hand
Let us travel up, over and around
And out of our own solar limitations
Confusion is our love
Our guile is our blood
Running through the universe’s veins
Where our souls shall never be tamed
Writing history
Our own history
Always a mystery
But that is the fun of it
When not making sense
Makes perfect sense
Climb aboard
And let me fly you around ten times over
Our ageless frontier
Is now here
As we enter the alluring spectrum
Inside the kaleidoscope
Of merry go round illusions
As I am here
You start fading away
As I stand here wondering
Why these dreams have forsaken me
Trifled, Stirred and shaken
Heart Abasing
These thoughts complacent
From what these dreams
Are trying to tell me
When I am awake
You are not there
Why should I ever close my eyes again?
Just don’t want the cruelty
Of love’s insensitive care
Hell is mine
At least there I shine
Yet, Screaming in agony
Oh wait it’s all in my head
Paradise is blind
These ambitions no longer have a heart shaped designed
Everything flows perplexingly
In a eulogy that has conjured negativity
The Moon is bare
Dimmed of any care
The stare of lunar lingering
On tears left enduring
Helplessly left convalescing
To make sense of it all
Makes no sense at all
So curse me of these senseless feelings
As I deal with the sky
And it’s acrylic cries
Of the bitter taste of inner erosion
It seems no one wants a fairytale
But a poetic tragedy
At times I can see why
At other times I ask why?
Cleansing these scars
Of ever being lied to again
By my own inner self
The mind of a regretful ghost
Stirring in the night
With a hunger for life
Life I can make suffer
For living peaceful and being ever so lovingly
I was left alone
As my ghost lover went into the light
Now here I am in the dead realization
That it was fate’s trickery that killed me
And tore my soul into an oblivious dismay
Burying me into the grave of a lonely abode
Now I am left seething
As a poltergeist
With a horrid residual
Of the pain I carry on with reckless fury
Unrest, Self detested, There will never be peace
Life no longer exists
It’s either accept this forsaken journey
Or let this Demonic insurgence be my own inner destitution
Maybe I should choose
My own seclusion
Or perhaps the living should pay for my sins
The sins that plague me
Seducing me into the disease of an evil awakening
I am confused
And for that all fate shall lose
In the darkness of my own deception
Come inside this haunting demise
And let my abode be your dooming
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
5/7/11
Jim--this is brilliant in so many ways.I could quote so much here-but let me just remit these two as they are my favorites. ("To make sense of it all
ReplyDeleteMakes no sense at all
So curse me of these senseless feelings
As I deal with the sky
And it’s acrylic cries
Of the bitter taste of inner erosion") I have so often felt this way. I think a zillion of us can relate.
("It seems no one wants a fairytale
But a poetic tragedy
At times I can see why
At other times I ask why?") This one grabed me-for it is so true. And I have asked myself why also,so many times. Yet,the answer is right there in front of us. We humans ARE suffering-No Doubt. Why woudn't we relate to the tragedy and feel more comfortable with it? The Fairytale is always a nice escape now and then-but it hardly feels REAL to most of us. Unless....that 'so called' fairytale becomes the reality. Then and only then, do we finally start to see the tragedy of not believing. Love this JIM.
Wonderful, Jim! I love your paradoxical phrases: "When not making sense makes perfect sense". Excellent. Mea took the words right out of my mouth: that's a fantastic stanza!
ReplyDeleteLove really is confusing. It's complex, and yet simple.. rapturous yet devastating.. illusive yet attainable. Does it exist, or does it not?
I say, it exists because we believe it does. "You have to believe in things that aren't true, for how else can they become true?" -Terry Pratchett.
Fantastic write, my friend!
Thank you Mea! And you are right on! And Katrina. Thank you very much. I'm 36 and I have not figured that paradox out yet, Though I do always in this battle come to the conclusion it does exist no matter how lonely I feel. And yes if we believe it shall come true that is a great qoute.Thank you!
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