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Madness or Sanity?
- Madness or Sanity? -
What doth it mean to be a being divine?
Separated from the normal course of time…
Hearing the voices of those who do crave,
This or that, healing or help, always desiring!
Voices blending into a mighty ocean wave,
Crashing upon the shore before thus expiring.
The shore of my soul, my third eye a witness,
To things I had preferred to never discover…
The like of which could make a mortal witless.
Yet my wits are keen, my heart a true lover,
With no equal in all of the universe to fathom:
The depths of my soul, the heights of my love!
My life is an abyss, and there is no bottom…
So I cast my gaze, unto the heavens above.
Why doth my spirit feel like it is so alone?
Like a penitent, doomed forever, to atone…
For the sins of mankind: their every cruelty,
Like a spear through my heart, bleeding me!
And yet I have not lost my faith in all dignity,
Of humanity, and in them such glory I do see.
I know confusion when I look and remember,
The beauty of women, touching, caressing…
And my memory is too powerful to yet sever.
My own beauty thrives upon love’s blessing,
Longing for renewal, for such nobility, grace:
A precious word and truth, like a fascination!
Of things long forgotten, from Terra’s face…
Joys lost only to the apathy of a civilization.
Where can I discover the meaning of it all?
Of my longing for things lost during the fall…
And a time when I felt of warmth so perfect,
That I weep to think of how blissful a feeling!
This happens, when two souls truly connect,
And some inner vision leaves one soul reeling.
Time and death part us, and I search eternally,
Thinking every lover to be the one I did hold…
In the dawn of things, when virgin was reality.
There is pain in knowing, and I long so bold,
For bliss and peace and a lasting satisfaction:
Hoping beyond all that I deign not act vainly!
Destiny, directs my will, unto every action…
Whether: for sweet madness or sterile sanity.
What doth it mean to be a being divine?
Separated from the normal course of time…
Hearing the voices of those who do crave,
This or that, healing or help, always desiring!
Voices blending into a mighty ocean wave,
Crashing upon the shore before thus expiring.
The shore of my soul, my third eye a witness,
To things I had preferred to never discover…
The like of which could make a mortal witless.
Yet my wits are keen, my heart a true lover,
With no equal in all of the universe to fathom:
The depths of my soul, the heights of my love!
My life is an abyss, and there is no bottom…
So I cast my gaze, unto the heavens above.
Why doth my spirit feel like it is so alone?
Like a penitent, doomed forever, to atone…
For the sins of mankind: their every cruelty,
Like a spear through my heart, bleeding me!
And yet I have not lost my faith in all dignity,
Of humanity, and in them such glory I do see.
I know confusion when I look and remember,
The beauty of women, touching, caressing…
And my memory is too powerful to yet sever.
My own beauty thrives upon love’s blessing,
Longing for renewal, for such nobility, grace:
A precious word and truth, like a fascination!
Of things long forgotten, from Terra’s face…
Joys lost only to the apathy of a civilization.
Where can I discover the meaning of it all?
Of my longing for things lost during the fall…
And a time when I felt of warmth so perfect,
That I weep to think of how blissful a feeling!
This happens, when two souls truly connect,
And some inner vision leaves one soul reeling.
Time and death part us, and I search eternally,
Thinking every lover to be the one I did hold…
In the dawn of things, when virgin was reality.
There is pain in knowing, and I long so bold,
For bliss and peace and a lasting satisfaction:
Hoping beyond all that I deign not act vainly!
Destiny, directs my will, unto every action…
Whether: for sweet madness or sterile sanity.
Published 18th Oct 2014
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18th Oct 2014 8:10am
Sweet madness, Jessica, will be my choice; for what is life if full of care. Such a lovely write. I have missed that.
18th Oct 2014 8:45am
Ah, you choose as I would also! And a grand choice it is, for indeed when life is oft filled with care then it is never a bad time for the necessary joy and levity of spirit that makes one's soul to soar like a phoenix filled with beautiful light. I am always happy to share my light with you, dear friend! :D
19th Oct 2014 9:40am
Maybe we do both lives at once, and you just feel both paths, what is and what might have been. Blessing and a curse, but at least you can write the release. Potent prose as always Jessica. Thanks for releasing this one.
20th Oct 2014 6:20am
It is my pleasure to share my poetry with you and everyone here on DUP, Loki! Thanks for stopping by to give your thoughts as well. They are always interesting (and filled with much depth too) to read! :)
