Surreal

Cut all love's losses
Before they mottle, mar and degrade
Freeze time for one feeling
Ensure it not to age.
For amor's ardence thrives fit at the root
The flowers of romance will wilt
So nip the bud prematurely
And bury it down in the silt.

I dreamt a sightly dream last night
Escapism appeared exempt
Journeyed blind and shut-eyed
Along a path arranged.
You standing at the spire's gate
Surreally cast in flesh
Could not last long molecular
Before horribly disturbed.

A spider dashed the bedclothes
So I folded them in fear
Then rising from the ignorance
I watched you disappear.
Dawn was fast approaching
Creeping coyly through the room
Strengthened every detail
Held me from my dream.

This picture of reality
Omitted love's sweet mould
On turning where you once were lain
Turned my skin to cold.

Inferiority, Complex

Your impassable response leaves only a small sting
As left by a wasp in angered defence.
Where once a hornet's mark remained swollen and sore
A scarred reminder twinges less in remorse.

I have no expectation in the divine circumference
Yet karma seems another matter of balance
The fickle heart is never as imperial nor as metric as two equal kilos on the scales
And desire is regularly outweighed by resistance.

The glowing embers of belief,
Cast callously from the fire extinguished of all ardent desire
Can manifest in the word
To attempt meaning in a lustre.

So I wrote a letter to my beloved,
Whom I hold dear without demand
And waited on in the silence
For unabated sound.

My Love's sting fresh and gaping
More the wood wasp's might
Cause for hesitation, second thought
And fright.

My Love's inferiority
Subject to make-believe
In catastrophic thinking
His intellect fails to see.

Fearless Absolution

Our irrational fears of life's pitfalls
So oft' mar the potential for life's pleasures.
Once experience lingers awareness in a taste
It dost scar an immemorial trace.
Yet does thou not dream to sail to the horizon, mindless of Columbus' edge?
An older, wiser man would sip the elixir of youth to reclaim the ignorance of juvenility.

The fearless child sits and plays with Beelzebub himself,
Neglecting to debit regard with wins and losses.
The child's zeal is instead granted to the game itself-
A wash of blissful naivety exempt from consequential flaw.

The clock strikes a motion in time
Chiming for the coming of age and the departation of guiltless agenda
In it's place come hesitant steps, stopping in their tracks
Ears prick like thorns as the eyes seek twice the detail.

Do you remember the sweet blithe novelty
Of lustful ambition in all it's unburdened glory?
Why not again, my love
And indeed why not at a greater length?

I now a scholar in rejection's aftermath,
Intake no desire with even a small pinch of waning doubt.
The covetous hunger need not be silenced or hidden away
But pampered and fed until the caves of Lascaux could not conceal the combusting delight of unrestrained award.

Though I, merely scholar
And not yet a master
Held in constraint until permitted freedom's lease by your personal relinquishment-
Find struggle in strict repression
Yet force justification in a manner of denial.

Fleshy appetites on their own may be choked in the physical fight
Though a meeting of the minds proves a more ardent force to throttle.
Since absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Avoidance surely tightens the coronary muscle, and coats it in a thick abstinence.

Instead the heart should be free to expand,
As do the lungs, or the wings of an agile bird
Soaring into atmospheric vastness.

Open your eyes my poor, flustered caged swallow
Or I shall kiss each lid in turn
Tenderly trying to reach your soul at the gates.
You need not be afraid of congenital aptitude
For in wanton indulgence,
Fearless absolution awaits.

Human Sacrilege

The will to alter perfection
Natural human intent
Achieve the dream, then tempt to wake
Revise to former state.

Fiddle with content
Treat it with contempt
Take the time to strive,
Expansive wistful pride
To Abdicate, lament.

Wring the mango's nectar
Collect the vinyard's wine
Drain away, all in exchange
To gather back the vines.

Purge the fruits of nature
Though luxurious and lush
Instead reach out, for what without
And rot the taste of lust.

Ennui

Ennui castrates my better sense
Ennui clouds the opaque vision in full
Ennui feeds a fickle thought
And vents for ebullient thought.

Yet my little protégé
Defies ennui in fits
I urge to keep him distant
Whilst his presence, wholly met
His strength resides in subtlety
In delicate desire
Unto his mould find clarity
Empty of restive.

I'm bored so take my slumber
A Spartan, displaced from sight
When we are one, resound the blues
Exchange potential life.

His former a facade,
One face and mind of four.
Generation paranoia
Ennui in encore

My protégé instils faith
In a handsome boyish face
I wish to feed and nurture
Keep ennui at bay

And as ennui persists
My colouring may change
But I'll protect my little protégé
For now he will remain.

Ennui is responsible
In momentary fashion
And to ennui, I'll toast with zeal!
To seek narcotic passion.