Madness exist in her gift.....

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    • Altair
    • Don't read me, I am not that good.......

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    Just talking about love and my relationships......

    Madness exist in her gift.....

    What disbelief....love has died, stands deceased
    so beautiful the nature of she...rest in peace
    in the corner of my mind, a dark space achieved
    believed that this time wouldn't be as the other three
    fooled yet again on the strength of we
    for I join the listless Emotive's company
    in my dark room, lying down, there uncomfortably
    I mimic Love's actions in my own conscious being.
    She stood there, strong and weak, I remember
    how her soul flowed to my core's center
    I wish to seek dementia in this moment delivered
    vanish in the cataclysmic months of winter
    as dead leaves disappear in cold of blizzards
    Love is like this as it shadows the river
    to my ocean entity, this frozen giver
    chills the whole of me as it cracks, withers.
    Piercing my chest with her sharp fingers
    squeezing the breath from my lungs in submission
    loving the feeling I bow to its ascension
    give me more I beg of you, still wishing
    I never laid my eyes on your sole revision
    change to a form that attracted my attention
    living everyday, for you kept me breathing
    the air is so sweet to the taste on my tongue.
    I have become, now, the loneliest one
    you have vanished yet again, but what have I done?
    Should I've succumb to every gesture you strummed
    become the guitar strings, perhaps the drum
    you beat on in repetitious stomps
    until you move on to another instrument?
    I'll never forget you, begets my wit
    as my life moves, it trips on your callus trick
    on this phallus you sit, trice upon infinite 
    I only wish to enter you again.
    When will that day come? When will it end?
    Questions again, as I notice the trend.
    Forsaken, taken to the ends and beyond
    wrong I have been, believed you were strong
    But perhaps, love, you love to pretend
    love loving tragic forms I wish to mend
    into my quilted pattern of women I tend
    to fall into dark places where Love's welcoming
    Me, Altair, Jamaal, I am them
    I wish upon this twilight shine, help me win.
    From clouds, to moons and stars in reticence
    the past is so clear, yet tortures my sanctum
    awaken upon my bed, I see the ceiling
    Love you're still gone, let me sleep till you're willing...

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    RoseFromARose commented on Madness exist in her gift.....

    09-02-2010

    I enjoy the way you give pain and passion an actual taste to the mouth. It's bitter and not forgiving. The rhythm flows with the emotional pull of how one feels reading it. "I only wish to enter you again." I don't know how many times I've felt this way about another. A heart can be cold, empty or evermore not in sight. Great read.

    Altair

    09/12/2010

    Thank you for such a lengthy and fascinating comment darling...

    knight4696 commented on Madness exist in her gift.....

    08-12-2010

    Hey Altair! :) The longing and sadness in this piece hits home pal. I can't express the emotions that this makes me recall. But now that I and Nicole are together ... I am living a new life that has erased those feelings. Be strong Pal .. Love is a long road with many forks, potholes and sharp turns .. but eventually we find our way. Great write my friend, :) Ken

    Springsize commented on Madness exist in her gift.....

    08-06-2010

    I appreciate many of your line-ending rhymes, and I Reader, can feel the staying, waiting, reaching and Intense emotions, ... immersed throughout this poem... it would be nice if science could harnass the energy...

    Altair

    08/06/2010

    thanks alot SS, your comment is appreciated

    ginga commented on Madness exist in her gift.....

    07-30-2010

    Altair, The passion and undying devotion here is commendable and all the scenarios quoted allow the reader to see the loneliness of the subject. ginga

    Altair

    07/31/2010

    thank you yet again Ginga, you are a wonderful reader...

    raziel69 commented on Madness exist in her gift.....

    07-30-2010

    i have felt this longing many times in my past, and i have felt the pain that accompanied it as well. this is a good piece and your words just flow eloquently in the style of writing i myself sometime use. great job, 10 from me...

    Altair

    07/30/2010

    thanks raziel

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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