Song of Eve
Oh! This shutters of tears flowing
Listen to my unconsolable song
When everything begin to wither
And every guile in me begin to batter
With life starting at a dead end
Come, sing with me my dearest...
Oh! My bedridden utterance
I drown in this earthquake of choice
Torment to my feeble spirit
A day to dice, die while I breath
Embrace a new home, earth
For this shame, blinds my light...
Oh! This mortal being, Adam
On this day, I rain a curse
To die with grief a thousand times
But, this heart so delicate
Will brew my peace till it dies
And leave me weaken to my bones...
Oh! My king, immortal one
I cried, longed to bath in your mercy
For this flesh took away my sanity
Behold this detail in your hands
Save me! From this hell of flame
And put a stop to this Eve's song...
To a stranger who has died -
Money is nontransferable;
That the Egyptians tried -
The kings - they're unconsolable
But I know some things that follow:
A reputation that's admirable;
Fame - too - worth much in gold
As well as a pretty caricature.
Others will take their talents
And I - by history’s sieve -
Will take - cheating prognosis -
My poems with me when I leave.
I write unto you hearts that yearn
Yearn for pure love that's rare to find
Don't frate cause there's a time for everyone
And it's the rarest of love that takes time to find
I know your hearts are unconsolable
I know you beyond hurt, you empty
That's why you long for someone that understands
It can be hard but don't give up, we all need love
That's why no matter the number of failed attempts
Or the endless list of rejection
You still give yourself a chance
Hoping to feel and be alive, cause just how the heart is
I write unto you hearts that are learning
Learning that it takes effort to love
And it takes will to stay in love
For it's not easy to make two people want something
I know that you'll heal from the pain
I know you'll heal from who hurt you
But you should also heal of you
Cause you've taken the blame long enough
Go out today and start a new chapter
Meet new people and start a conversation
Your love awaits in the many faces around
You just need to follow your guts more, your heart has had enough
The PO£T
There is nothing worse than love except unloved.
It's unclear why I have been moved from desirable to undesirable.
An unaccountable situation not uncommon in the relationship world.
The issue that one has become uncommitted is undeniably
ungracious and unsuitable.
The fact that my possession of an individuals undivided attention
that has been replaced with uninterested and unclaimed
makes me uncertain of the existence of the love she claimed.
Am I to understand that she became uncomfortable and unconsolable?
I underestimated unbreakable. Undermining the unwilling unknowing that
the price would be the ultimate. Where was I unrelenting in my cruelty?
I find it unsearchable to see what went unchecked or what parts I left unrequited.
I'll just have to let her go so that she will be unburdened.
Better that than her being unfaithful.
They are young and their faces are like rosebuds,
and they go where freedom is not sought but totally suppressed,
they may die and yet their words attest what they promised;
see their flag flapping high, rise to salute those lads!
A distraught soldier weeps as he puts down his heavy rifle,
another comforts him by saying," It's a sacrifice done with a cause! "
He attempts to smile, but resumes his crying with a curse;
his buddy responds to that, " We'll be heroes, many we'll tremble! "
" To die this young on foreign soil and have no wife and kids? "
He replies with an unconsolable sob. " I'll be dead and under a big draped flag,
never seeing again my adored land, family and friends...
is this sacrifice worth a life just began and already turned into a dirty rag? "
" I may die before you do, " his camrade says with truthful conviction,
" You will go home and start a family with my blessing
and I will make sure that no harm comes to you! " he murmured trembling;
" Lay down and sleep, I will pray for divine intervention! "
Eider down comfort comfortably comforting
Distant imperceptible traumas unimaginable.
Feather pillow softly laid my head
As under a Mother Hen's wing
Unperturbable
But cold wood floors shock my soulless sole
From the foot of the bed.
Unconsolable.
A man stands on a hilltop, weeping.
Come and see.
For he has watched a nation unaware,
chipped away to just this memory.
We'd found that we could meet a war,
and through a sacrifice to find its end
and then in one obscenity, (a burst of light)
attended with our souls the foetal cavity
of madness--gave to the world
a blood-besotted flag,
and yielded up its ghost.
His tears come hotter, for
they cannot be assuaged.
Once we knew that love existed.
Beauty quietly confirmed itself
before our eyes; we had a god
and ate his flesh, and drank of him--
and once we lost ourselves in moonlight.
Once we sang.
And shall we turn away?
Such grief is unconsolable
and may not be forever shared.
The man has tears enough for us.
Our nation, swept away by greed,
left us only with this hilltop.
Come, and let us find the strength
for our own weeping,
our own blasphemous eternity.
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Silence inflexible
I am inexorable
For how else can forgiveness be
If I explain
I could bridge the gulf here worthily
Of unshed tears for me
But how thin that line
Where Adam's complain gave her the cross
he should have borne
I cannot die with her again
For I surrendered to my cross
Am already dead to her
I bear this not as a loss
But as an unutterable pain
Carrying their guilt upon me like a stain
Is what forgiveness demands
I shall have no glory
If I will they will have joy
Dismantling what's left of me
I am unperturbed
But unconsolable
Is the silence
That guards this Adam's penitence
AUTUMN SADNESS
The leaves cry in the early morning sun
And can no longer respond to her kisses,
Their lips are shriveled and dry
Branches are darkened
The hopes of summer are dashed to the ground
Ground underfoot
The summer tree’s glorious crown golden is robbed
And turned to dust, dead, shredded,
As a child’s handful of gold coins is knocked to the floor,
And he weeps: unconsolable under his mother’s caress.
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