Ecstasy and lust
The flow into Worlds of Wonder,
Before you become dust.
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Sometimes, one writes
Without fully knowingWhat is happening,Like with LoveYou feel it in your heartBut there is no explanationFor this most wonderfulMany times, painfulOut of reach,Impossible loveSensation.Poetry you can grasp,But love, sometimesIs much more a typeOf unattainably sad,Hallucination.
On Valentine’s Day,
Ever to be written,Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘Anabelle Lee’Love, as only love,Should be,For they ‘Loved with a loveThat was more than love, ‘He and his Anabelle Lee,The fusion, of souls,The ultimate goalCaptivating allThat life should be,Irreplaceable Ecstasy.
Two steps away from Madness,
The Blood rushing to his sadness,That nobody can hear.
We fall in love so many times
And then sadly discover it’s not real,True love accepts the faultsWith all that’s good,Only then can Love flowerAs it should.
There is a Magic Potion,
That lives nearby the Ocean,Of Creativity.We really can’t explain it,No matter how we try,Maybe the answer lies in,The secret tears we cry.
How many times has the Truth been strangled!
Tyrannical forces have permeated,All of human life, somehow!How sad it is….