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The battles rage throughout nightThe battles rage throughout nightAnd ever in my dreamsThis war that wages deep in meNe'er quite does end it seems.Though oft I weary through each dayThe pain I try to hideThis guilt and hell, oh, that I feelIs what I must survive.You will not know or easy seeIf I can have my wayWhat it is I'm going through —My weakness in a way.The cries for help I muffle now,Thought a coward I'll not beEv'n though I know the greatest strengthComes from outside me.The guns and bombs I did surviveBut maybe not the warThe scars I have are hidden wellYou do not know the score.
What Is Mine?Perhaps death is just a brief transitionFrom one hell to another–A disconnection from the passion ruled tempestOf crazed harried turmoil riddenSlavery to insatiable desiresChanged for a maudlin endlessIcy cold and mist-filled vast barrenNothingness of interminable boredom.Who are we to knowEven up until the very momentOf the last agonizing breathWe labor to bring into ourDying bodies in that lastLong pause betweenHere and there –Between the misunderstood and unknown –What it is that really IS?There will be fear,For certainly almost every soul,No matter how hardy and stout-hearted,Faces THIS momentWith some form of timid trepidation.But will there be peaceUpon that final surrender?Will the terrors and pain,The guilt ridden caustic memoriesFor ever be loosed –Leaving naught but the happy joysOf serene pandemonium?Oft I ponder in the manyFrenzied placid momentsWhen mind and spiritWage the terrible gyringDance of irrational-rational thoughtsOf this dire di
CaptureHow to catch the varied colors I see before meDancing to the enchantment of hidden dreamsThat weave through the dark recesses of my soulAnd ensnare me so tenderly if wander into its whim.These flights of fancy that begetThe wounded dangling images of childhoodWane in the pale limpid lightThat bathe us in our senescence.How then am I to recapture the briefestOf the most revered imperfect perfections?Dare I try to rewind the night before?Dare I try to once again find the simplestOf all the beautiful false truths to which we clung?That I could once again be so naïve as to seeOnly that paradise of worried shelter sprung over meBy youth's masked eyes!But then I would lose the wisdom pain imparts,Would I not? Would I care?Pain suffered for my own self destructive stubbornness.Lessons sought, ignored, thought, then hammered home.Gone is the bliss of days my youth whittled away.Now I find bliss in captured memories, captured heartbeatsOf serene sublimity where all pauses;
To look back upon a yearTo look now back upon a year with youAnd see how much my life 'come changéd beDoes bring my heart both joy and ardor trueThat grows from how you hold your Troth to me.The Gods did favor us the day we metWhen You nor I had sought to find amour;With time and words that did our passion whetWe then became together so much more.Our lives entwined create a joy and strengthSurpassing all I've ever dreamt or knownEnrapturing us both to such great lengthThat all can see how much our love has grown.So Dear, Belovéd Bride just one thing more:Ma Dame, tu est mon Cur et je t'adore!