So intense,

Inspiration is a lacking,And my nerves they are a cracking.Now my heart begins to tire,Having only one desire,Stay as close as close can be,To my singing fantasy,Inspiration, don’t expire,Keep me warm under your fire,You mean everything to me!

And Want!And once we Have,We destroyThat,That gave usWhat we wantedAnd thoughtWe could not have.Eternal paradoxesAre we,More and moreIrrational,And therefore,Much less free.

Never worked a day, judiciousTook a much easier route,Their riches ‘never suspicious’,It’s All Others you must doubt.

In our mutilated and insignificant,Human stage,Love plants the light,A minuscule spike,Of singularity,A moment in Infinity,For the Human Tragedy.Love to One,and Love for AllIn our world, so small,Our only claim to Immortality.

How can that ever be?Something magicHad happenedDeep inside of meSo unexpectedly,But, I fell in loveWith this poemAnd idealized,The Poet, tooFalling in loveWith both of them,For some Romantics,Not very hard to do.

Bombs!They may, justlyAnd with goodReasonBlow up in your face,Without plastic-surgeryAvailable,To leave no trace.False verbal destructionIs never just,Do not smear othersOut of jealousy or lust.