Poem composed on February 16, 2011
Two poets
Two lunatics
Two different keynotes
Two separate lyrics
One is optimistic
Fully futuristic...
The other pessimistic
Proudly pathetic...
One speaks in wonderful wisdom
The other sings in romantic rhythm
One live in a philosophical kingdom
The other trapped in a mellow anthem
Two poets, two lunatics
Both fabulous, both idiotic
Two hearts, two melancholics
Both insane, both fantastic
THE TWO LUNATIC POETS
Friday, February 18, 2011
POST HONEYMOON SYNDROME
Poem composed on February 15, 2011
A simple sentence
Awakens an argument
An awful argument
Rolls one into reality
I love you...
I love you not
A constructive criticism
Implies an insult
An irresponsible insult
Drives one into depression
I miss you...
I miss you not
The soul is flying above the ground
Yet the spirit is under the vow bound
I miss you not
I miss you...
The heart is filled with loathe
Yet the mind is full of the oath
I love you not
I love you...
Destiny
Includes such reality
Fate
Demands strong faith
All the symptoms
Of Post Honeymoon Syndrome
Are all merely emotion
While love is a decision
A simple sentence
Awakens an argument
An awful argument
Rolls one into reality
I love you...
I love you not
A constructive criticism
Implies an insult
An irresponsible insult
Drives one into depression
I miss you...
I miss you not
The soul is flying above the ground
Yet the spirit is under the vow bound
I miss you not
I miss you...
The heart is filled with loathe
Yet the mind is full of the oath
I love you not
I love you...
Destiny
Includes such reality
Fate
Demands strong faith
All the symptoms
Of Post Honeymoon Syndrome
Are all merely emotion
While love is a decision
BREEZE
Poem composed on February 11, 2011
No other breeze
Would know the way
To put a lady at ease
And then together lay
Be it night, be it day
In that state of bliss
In that gentle sway
They drift into a kiss
Tangled in a tease
In the momentary play
She wishes the breeze
Would forever stay
But no one knows the way
To make a moonbeam freeze
Fond memories carried away
In that ephemeral breeze
Breeze
No other breeze
Would know the way
To put a lady at ease
And then together lay
Be it night, be it day
In that state of bliss
In that gentle sway
They drift into a kiss
Tangled in a tease
In the momentary play
She wishes the breeze
Would forever stay
But no one knows the way
To make a moonbeam freeze
Fond memories carried away
In that ephemeral breeze
Breeze
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