unsure

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    • 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?

    unsure


    Amidst the coolest spring breezes,
    Stands a man, quiet kept and contemplative
    You see, he is not quite understood by his intention
    Broken, battered and spiritually rent
    Has he anywhere left to turn?
    The bitter chill of April’s rain doesn’t promise him May Flowers
    It doesn’t return the life he once thought he’d know
    It gives him the icy wastelands of the winter months
    The chilling finality of the dark months pierces him as if they were
    The fangs of a wolf that held his throat taught

    Throughout the rising crescendo of rising thunder of the midnight storm
    Sits a man, drenched beneath the flora
    You see, he is quite disturbed by his thought and he doesn’t know why
    Raped by emotion, sodomized by logic
    Has he any recourse to stand to face the truth… his truth?
    This man is no coward, but can he face the only thing he know that will
    Rend his immortal soul in two?
    I dare think he cannot, for his soul is so raw, so pained and poisoned
    By the war which rages deeply with his conscious mind
    As if he were going through hell, all in a second

    In the early hours of the rising sun
    Lieth a man, beneath the sensual rays of first light
    He is not himself, you see
    Such passion for thought and reason, have left him gutted
    Away the booming thunder and flash of the lightning
    Whence cometh the calm after the raging storm
    Yet, he lays himself on the earth, silent and still, as if he were dying
    Aye, but he is dying inside
    His heart fights to know the real truth
    And his mind counters with the reality of his situation
    Could you be such a man?
    I dare not say I could be, ere I drink long and deep of his misery
    What misery comes from this man, his love of one?

    Aye now, in the first light, this man lies prone
    Facing the daylight
    Destitute, destroyed, unknowing and violated
    His heart can give no more defense
    His soul has been shredded
    The body, broken and the mind fragmented
    This man is not dying, you see
    But he wishes that he was
    For love breaks his soul open, and he’s afraid the one to whom he cleaves
    Does not love him wholly
    How can this be?
    Aye but it is, this simple soul gives all that he has for the love of another
    Ad Nauseam, I am sure, for what man does not contemplate this ere he rises to take his place at the head of his table?
    Take a closer look into his heart, my friend
    He doesn’t yearn for death, but knows he would have soon, than face his truth
    Art this a cravenly thing, he has done?
    Surely his lover, his mistress… his wife would come for him?
    Mind you, this man lies here as if he was drunk from wine and we discuss him like poetry?
    Yes we do, for his affliction so oft, is the affliction of a man that truly loves without condition

    Comes now his lady in wait
    To find her man in the night lain stone cold in the streets below
    She does not scream, for she sees life in his body
    But does she see, such a broken man lain before her very porch?
    Many have bemused themselves at this very site, hoping to understand
    While all the many seconds which percolate like the slow morning dew off the grasses
    His soul dies like the embers of a fire
    If only she knew… the key to set him free

    Was to abandon the days of old…


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    graceladymn commented on unsure

    04-29-2009

    Love breaks open the soul, is it not so? You have a spell binding story style that draws the reader fully into inner chambers of what we know not how it should end.

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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