He wanders through this wild, mad world
In search of soothing dreams,
And like the Lark that sings for All,
He swings on hopeful beams.
He lives amid a throng unknown,
Forsaking many smiles;
And yet the glint within his eye
Does many eyes beguile.
He talks to none about the dreams,
Conveys to none a sigh,
The others think him very queer,
He will not [...]
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Dreams.
Posted in Written in 1995, tagged Dreams, Love, poem on February 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Twins.
Posted in Written in 1995, tagged Hope, Love, poem, Relationship on February 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Storming the brain of the mind of the twin,
Had not the measure of love that would give
Joy, nor the hurt, nor the pain that could win
All the interesting decisions to live.
Flying from Worlds where Happiness lives on,
Rested in homes wherein Lust oft deceived –
Laughing and waving with him Hope had gone –
Smilingly, Life in a [...]
Seize the Dawn.
Posted in Written in 1995 on February 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I see with all the windows closed.
I see the outside world alone.
I feel its pain, torment and grief –
Within its arms I, too, do mourn.
The night is dark as is its wont,
The stars are dead behind the mist,
The blooms have withered long ago,
To never ‘gain be seen or kissed.
I see the Girl, I feel her [...]
To B—-
Posted in Written in 1995, tagged poem, Sonnet on February 12, 2008 | 1 Comment »
The words I write now may not seem so true,
And neither shall I plead forgiveness, dear,
For all I said and did just to hurt you.
For who shall see my grief, or the lone tear
That falls upon your grave besides the sea;
To whom shall I turn now? Who is all mine?
Sweet death, which lifts your soul [...]
Like the Sweetness of Wine.
Posted in Written in 1995, tagged Life, Love on February 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The life I lead is not the one I had;
I have no cause to call either one bad.
I think of years long gone, and feel the tears,
Which bear the pain that never disappears.
I then berate myself for thinking so;
For all those years have left as these shall go;
And as I watch the gentle fall of [...]