Category: Poetry

Like Quantum Mechanics you don’t comprehend the mathematics and logistics behind why and how I could love you. But just as you can use your new smart phone take my heart mon amie.

The short path to pleasure Leads to the more difficult journey As you twist and turn Chasing the will o the wisp Of happiness.

A release of pain is not happiness. Wandering blind in the Darkness Stumbling, fumbling, loveless, Craving warmth for the coldness Of a voided heart.  Emptiness.

The summer sun scorches, air wet enough to swim through as my shirt sticks to me, clinging like your memory, a former lover that wraps around the mind and heart with arms as strong as the vows we made in the Spring of our love, when all was green and new.

As you fall deeper into your hedonistic haze, Pursuing pleasure to avoid the pain, in your daze You chase after a fix, a hit, to fill your holes But ever empty and starving remains your soul.

When the pain seeps into your soul, It then bleeds into your words And your actions reflect The torment within.

I woke at dawn and went for a walk, Listening to the birds sing the truth: “Cheat Cheat Cheat Cheat” they repeated from their perch, high above us. Assessing. Judging.

Two flames danced in the night One burnt dark, the other light Round they danced, but could not touch The distance and distractions too much To allow the flames to finally mingle And merge, so they remained single. Bursts of energy, and delight Then faded off into the night.

The American is out of tricks, Nothing left in reserve. For he gave you everything, Much more than you deserve.

If I never see you smile again, I may as well pluck out my eyes and go blind like Oedipus, for light has no meaning and only your memory would bring joy.