My Lost Lover & I

My Poetry

What have we known about love dear one?

We were just kids when we were sold a dream
A hope that fulfilled every longing
That solved every problem in the universe
But here we are, stuck in a cube, imprisoned by the thing that was promised to make us
Wrestling purpose and pleasure
Seeking definition and affirmation
Only to fall short.
Anger brewing. Hope deterred.
Dreams forsaken.

Here I am in a straightjacket in this room my love
I come running after you, and you tease me with your sultry beauty and elegance
Leaving me wanting, and hurting
As I am getting closer, you are staying far.

You are tethered to your inadequacies my love
Positioned in tempting providence that cannot fulfill your reality
You are raised and lowered by your expectations
And you are found starving and begging. Never receiving.

Here we are mon amour, senseless beings, in a vast universe
One that sees us as ants in the grand forest of life
Left to our own devices, feeling everything, knowing nothing
Small tokens for the pleasure of the gods.

Painting: The Lovers II, 1928 by Rene Magritte
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A Stoics Prayer

My Poetry

God, grant me a clear vision to see my reality as it truly is,
To feel the wind in my hair,
The bright sun on my brown skin,
To know and feel my past and future with enduring soulfulness,
Surviving uncertainty with passion and promise.

Grant me fairness and wisdom,
To behold love not as I imagine it,
But love as it comes, imperfect and normal.
Help me to see my neighbor in all their ugliness, yet in it, find my own humanity,
A shared consequence of our mutual existence,
Ruined yet magical.

Grant me that I may see, with these eyes, the colours in the trees more clearly and attentively,
The colourful tones in the roses and bushes, the places perhaps one dares not look.
Help me to see the deep & dreadful waters of the Atlantic with a clear and renewed view,
A view of my mortality and that of my keen.
My significant insignificance in the presence of such great a marvel.

Grant me that I may look beyond the telescope and see with clarity that I am but an ant in the grand forest of life.
Grant me that I may look closely on this day, and see, that it has been afforded me to gratefully acknowledge it,
And in it find mirrors, reflecting my flawed yet acceptable existence.
Beholding this very day again and again, to find beauty, wisdom & grace.
To spend on this day, all that it requires and deserves, with no tomorrows guaranteed.

Grant me therefore wisdom and courage.

(Painting – Birth of Eve by Harmonia Rosales, 2018)

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