• Angst
    • JonTalbain
    • Didn't I tell you, what I believe... Did somebody say that....that love like that won't last? Didn't I give you all that I got to, give baby?



    What is this feeling? Such a sweet intoxicant
    Staring so deeply into the shadowy inflection
    Deeper by the candlelight, I can’t find a stronger high than
    The wet lips that are laced with such addicting drug
    Called passion and a poison that kills so sweetly
    Windswept depths suspended plumb by the nightly discourse
    Decked with myrrh and frankincense and solaced by aloes
    Hooked on the buzzing of earthly delights
    Strung out like an addict by the smoldering eyes
    Whiskey-like voice, whispering softness into my ears
    Drowning away my intercessions for understanding of the nature
    Feeling myself go insane for the need of you

    My thumbs so greedily, rapaciously caressing the sacrosanct desire
    Taking all of me, leaving nothing in return
    Giving it up to the altar of the love goddess as a living sacrifice presently hourly
    Trembling, shivering for the moment that darkness becomes the light
    How can this be?
    How can such a sweet kiss spend my soul from the very recesses I don’t know?
    From God’s own hand, came this alluring venom
    In the guise of a woman, carved from my ribs
    Sculpted, finely woven like a shimmering fabric of reality and ethereality
    I find that my heart stops a moment
    As the swill of dangerous urges courses hotly through my blood
    How can I be so strung out and so denied my passion
    Like the nymphomaniac short of her release?
    The fever that burns through me shines like a beacon
    Pushing my soul throughout the world, feeling my flesh give way
    Like a rotted bridge under the tripping and trappings
    Of the world at large
    What discourse must I take to understand this thing; for I cannot free myself from my addiction to you in this moment
    Draw nigh and into the parlor, like a fly into the web of a spider
    Excitement comes so quickly, like the rush of vodka
    Daring to take every drop of me into its murky depths
    Yet it eats from me, my will and my mind
    Am I a slave to you already, and your flesh?

    Whence came this addiction, so much that my soul pours itself out
    Like a fount of life-giving water
    Injected into my veins, this addiction is more powerful
    Than the purest of Heroin
    And the need to have my fix comes every minute
    And every second of the day
    Is this a lust for the intoxication, preserved only by the suspension of disbelief?
    How can I not see it?
    Rubbed into my skin, like a powerful hallucinogen, I’m tripping balls
    Not sure what is so real anymore
    All I know that I need you again and again

    Addicted to you like a personified affliction
    A second doesn’t go by, that I don’t think of the sweet delirium
    I surrendered myself, my life to the addiction
    My blood pours, and my soul sighs as if I were dying in the embrace
    And this addiction, this desire, laps up my life with each second
    Drinking deeply into her all of who I am
    Am I so lost to the entire world for one?

    For all the world, the ecstasy that leads me to you
    The disposition that drives my mind seven ways batty
    More powerful than any high a man can produce
    What is it I find in you, that I know not another way to understand
    To be sure, this addiction has held me firm
    And I refuse to let it go
    Hanging in the still night, drained of all my essence, I am drawn deeper
    Misunderstanding my addiction is not possible; I know what I want
    And the next hit, the next push threatens to drive me
    Threatens to take me again and again
    Pushing itself further into my mind
    Wedging itself deeply into sub-conscious
    All that I know, that you’ve made me your slave, your love and lover
    And I am hopeless in the matter of love
    And forever addicted.

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    graceladymn commented on Addicted


    Entwined is love and you've artfully stated it. A beautiful read.



    thank you very much

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    JonTalbain’s Poems (75)

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    Happily Ever After (Part 2) 1
    Confessions of the soul 2
    Perdition 3
    Somebody Already Broke My Heart 3
    The story untold 1
    Drive Me Insane 2
    So Tired 0
    A Child's Hell 2
    They Say... 0
    You 0
    Goodbye 1
    Self Destruction 1
    Asylum 0
    The Coming Rainstorm (Pt.2) 1
    Waking up inside 0
    Tell me Which is You? 1
    A Glimpse 1
    Slash 2
    Breezes 1
    Silenced 2
    The Emotional Runaway Train 1
    Before you make the step… 3
    Into the Wastelands 1
    And So it Seems that... 3
    Holding on tight 1
    The Silence 1
    The Warriors Ethos 1
    The Coming Rainstorm 1
    Whatever it may be 2
    Suffering 4
    Memories 3
    Inevitable 2
    My Truth 1
    Whispers... 2
    You know what to say 2
    The Man that Was... 0
    Who I am 5
    This is how it works.... 1
    Come 1
    Shaken 1
    When Love Truly Awakens 2
    Transcending Love 3
    Maybe its just... 1
    A thought 0
    the pain 1
    really? 0
    A lost soul 0
    Remember me 1
    Drowning 1
    The darkness 0
    ??? 0
    Calling for help 0
    Empty 0
    naptime 0
    Slivers of shades 1
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    A prayer 0
    Moonlight 0
    Armageddon 0
    A Kiss 0
    Drawn in 0
    whispers 0
    Am I wrong? 1
    From the pen of a soldier... 1
    For Once Upon a Time... 1
    The Flame... 0
    When all your wishes... 0
    Dancing again... 1
    unsure 1
    You see today... 1
    Whispering Voices 0
    Addicted 1