Illusions of Magnanimousness
Meditate Six Times Daily
…I am asleep now, dreaming of times when two souls danced
in gardens free of titles, commitment, expectation,
drinking from the fountains of friendship, eating from tables of
admiration, joint confidants, wrapped in mutual respect,
connected, Siamese in a love deep as black holes, strong pulls,
having us not want to wake and smell the blunt smoke.
…I sleep walking now, reminiscing about the places where
we created new memories, legacies of affection tied with
silk bows, caramel kisses and shared secrets yet to leave
our lips, forbidden like a glance toward Sodom, reflective, mirrors
of ourselves capturing old images, late night conversation,
exposing hidden desires, enabling us safe haven from emotionless
Vampires come to rob, steal the solace, leaving blind victims laying
at the feet of ignorance, never to be selfless again, foolish,
not knowing garlic crosses wear locks, hold keys to locks unturned,
stored away in fourth Johari window panes, unabandoning,
watchful like Gargoyles perched doors which lead to
unfounded places labeled Soul Mates.
…I am in REM, wondering if sweet passion can ferment…
I too am awake contemplating what happens to a love deferred?
It disintegrates as the wind blows, wishing for never having
being brought into existence, no longer wanting to share sunsets,
leaving visions of the aforementioned black, white, like
Grandma-ma’s living room television, its desire to interact becomes
dead wood, burning, yet yielding no heat, exacting
finality at every pass, coming full circle, satisfied with loving
only itself...
Superficial.
Counterfeit.
Misguided to the point where reversal takes place – loving, liking, infatuation…
Nothing.
Is it the beginning or ending place?
…I am asleep now, dreaming of times when two souls danced
in gardens free of titles, commitment, expectation,
drinking from the fountains of friendship, eating from tables of
admiration, joint confidants, wrapped in mutual respect,
connected, Siamese in a love deep as black holes, strong pulls,
having us not want to wake and smell the blunt smoke.
…I sleep walking now, reminiscing about the places where
we created new memories, legacies of affection tied with
silk bows, caramel kisses and shared secrets yet to leave
our lips, forbidden like a glance toward Sodom, reflective, mirrors
of ourselves capturing old images, late night conversation,
exposing hidden desires, enabling us safe haven from emotionless
Vampires come to rob, steal the solace, leaving blind victims laying
at the feet of ignorance, never to be selfless again, foolish,
not knowing garlic crosses wear locks, hold keys to locks unturned,
stored away in fourth Johari window panes, unabandoning,
watchful like Gargoyles perched doors which lead to
unfounded places labeled Soul Mates.
…I am in REM, wondering if sweet passion can ferment…
I too am awake contemplating what happens to a love deferred?
It disintegrates as the wind blows, wishing for never having
being brought into existence, no longer wanting to share sunsets,
leaving visions of the aforementioned black, white, like
Grandma-ma’s living room television, its desire to interact becomes
dead wood, burning, yet yielding no heat, exacting
finality at every pass, coming full circle, satisfied with loving
only itself...
Superficial.
Counterfeit.
Misguided to the point where reversal takes place – loving, liking, infatuation…
Nothing.
Is it the beginning or ending place?
SEEMS LIKE WHAT IS.. IS NOT AND WHAT IS NOT.. IS.
another dichotomous piece here.
nice images and play with opposites merging.
glad you moved from the former morbidity of subject matter.
i think what happens to a love deferred is the same thing that happens to a dream deferred...it ultimately explodes. whether through muted feelings or suppressed emotions, it's extremely difficult to be in a continuous state of "hot/cold" with a person that holds your heart. sometimes "reverse" is the only way to pull your self out of whatever mess you've driven into in the first place...
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i'm always the 'white' devil's advocate. love the piece. there are a couple tiny places that don't roll off quite as smooth as the rest but i'll let you figure it out...
dig it much man. I'll have to come back and read the rest of the stuff I missed.
thanx for the comment and no, you shouldn't be offended unless you're one of 'them'. i may not be able to fix the whole world but i can limit the bs in mine, i hope.
hehe
peace