Poem

[Rival]

My heart is not well; it beats a death march
Paved with good intentions;
Inside too sick to mention, an impurity
That it won’t expel.
And I sigh.

My dreams dream of him; eyes open eyes shut
I see that he is there,
And I wake up to despair, I’m running a race
That I cannot win.
So I weep.

Though sick I may be, sickness can be healed
And hearts’ desires changed;
Thoughts needn’t be disarranged, amusing themselves
In mad fantasy.
Thus I pray.

Mercy, have mercy; I’ve no choice in love,
Help me rise from this fall;
This wasn’t my will at all, so I only ask
That you forgive me!
Ah, he laughs.

 

[The Emperor of Mankind]

My heart is not well; it beats a death march
Paved with good intentions;
Inside too sick to mention, an impurity
That it won’t expel.
And I sigh.

My dreams dream of him; eyes open eyes shut
I see that he is there,
And I wake up to despair, I’m running a race
That I cannot win.
So I weep.

Though sick I may be, sickness can be healed
And hearts’ desires changed;
Thoughts needn’t be disarranged, amusing themselves
In mad fantasy.
Thus I pray.

Mercy, have mercy; I’ve no choice in love,
Help me rise from this fall;
This wasn’t my will at all, so I only ask
That you forgive me!
Ah, he laughs.

Nice work. Very thought-provoking! Ha! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! Heehee

 

[Sundance]

Pure beauty! These words stir my soul….

 

[Rival]

So I'm looking back at this poem because I was just listening to the song I wrote it to. Baruch HaShem the crazy love has gone now. It went away a while ago. I tried to write a second poem based on a dream I had of dancing with him, but I could not. I couldn't spit such a beautiful dream into human words; it simply wasn't working. I may try to write it again someday, but not today or tomorrow.

Ah, the song was Rachem and he continues to laugh.