"My dear sweet man, you've changed," she said
with a sad and fond remembrance in her eyes
people are always changing
some things never change
All the love that we used to make
passion fades, dies, and is born again
I have loved and hated her
desired dreamed and oft berated her
I wrote a book of lies
all the pages inside are torn again
deception the old familiar cloak
covers up and is often worn again
I don't know which is worse
looking back or looking forward
shadows cast by a rising sun
a distorted image of myself
stretching back toward the dying night
kill my old self and embrace the coming light
"The beard makes you look older somehow," she said
growing old is all I have
looking forward to looking back
seeing if I can recognize the names
of all the mistakes I made again
the end of time means the end of sin
on and on I know the world will spin
I'll be here
will I like the shape I'm in
wearing smiles that are meant to be real again
but I could never fool her
she knows me better than I know myself
she knows of the dreams that fail to live
and that dark hidden part of me
that resides in secret places
that part which I can never give up
half empty or half full
overflowing the drunkards golden cup
"I just want to meet Jesus in the sky," she said
when she does I don't think that I'll be there
I've been looking but don't see him anywhere
liars laugh but the word is meant to scare
I am what I am but I'm not found everywhere
The mark of my affliction
is so much more than scars on hands and feet
the mornings throb but the night is ever sweet
the love we have is a dream
that goes on until dawning incomplete
imperfect just the way I am
things are always changing
some things never seem to change
It's all so real
can't we try to rearrange
the life we lead
so that things don't seem so damn strange
she just smiles and turns away from me
"Won't you come to bed now, darling one," she said
the soft pillowed welcome is so sincere
but I pull away from her
just when I was starting to draw so near
the dreams are a welcome escape from things
but an image that hides the truth
conceals the eyes that are trying to grow clear
and I have been so damn content to be here
complacency is a harsh and comforting word
it's the state of our world
or haven't you heard
on the wings of a failing incomplete bird
the pot is boiling
the contents will stick if things are not stirred
and I'm good at stirring things up
I've yet to find a place where I could stick
"I am tired and want to go to sleep," she said
I've come to grips with the things that cannot be held
the trees are strong but always meant to be felled
all the myths of my confused youth are dispelled
laughing a riot in my mind
insurrection is a part that can never be quelled
I am tired too but I can't go to sleep
I've got miles to go to find promises to keep
The well of despair is so shallow and deep
and the drowning is welcome and at the same time
seems a waste as I look for the things I can't find
Am I cruel or a fool's gold searcher for dreams
the purest gold is the sort that loves to be kind
Time is the greatest equalizer
all things that come to pass are meant to be so
In the end its the only thing that I know.
A contest entry
- continuing war between love and hate 2 by Cerbie20.
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Am I cruel or a fool's gold searcher for dreams
the purest gold is the sort that loves to be kind
~ very good question, one worth searching. nicely done!
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wow, this is sad, but very good. i loved it!
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absolutely brilliant. you stole me into your poem. this poem is Chaos and me. I feel it radiation from my scalp to my soles. my fav: the entire poem. you speak my life. it's pretty eerie.
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This is a very well done poem. Most poems of this length tend to lose me early on. It is a very reflective piece that kept my interest. Great job!
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I think of the heart
A beautiful smooth and delicate read.
I very much enjoyed!
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Do not cry, beloved heart ...
when souls depart
there is another life awaiting
where none will be crucified with love.
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Superb
A wonderful write. Imagery, rhythm and rhyme are fine.
One line reminded me of a classical poem by Robert Frost. Here's a link to it:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stopping_by_Woods_on_a_Snowy_Evening -
when a woman knows her man, the smile is his crucifix, soft words the nails, he provides his own hammer, finally called conscience.
'and I have been so damn content to be here
complacency is a harsh and comforting word'
this is a personal crisis of the soul, when love is chalenged by time and change. They say communication is the way forward.
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Such depth of feelings in this write. *Time is the greatest equalizer all things that come to pass are meant to be so In the end its the only thing that I know.* << love that ending. The entire read sure makes a strong statement. Well done sir!
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A good opening where love and hate fracture the rhythm of sighs. I like the story aspect here, it travels well down the page as I slowly wander your words, I also like the slipping in and out of rhyme in sections. There is humanity here, the strengths and the weaknesses that we all fold into our spirits.
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