Love, Youth and Envy: Poems
1) The Missing Song
An era in me embraces my youth
It seems but an autumn’s day,
When life and love, with jealous hast,
Went fast, to grabbed it all away!…
For then, no more a thoughtful breeze;
It somberly moves me now—
And haunts my breast, its absentness
The living grave of remembrance.
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2) Envy’s Men
The smarter men despise me so,
I think we must disagree,
Alas, it is second envy
The only proof ‘twixt them and me,
I dream and they envy.
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3) Past Loves
I buried love with hope
But it did not obey:
I said: it didn’t care
About my little pains—
And yes, I changed…!
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4) Circles in Love
All my life,
I was a sacrifice
to love—
domineering it is!
If true gracious love
appeared,
I dare say,
her face was never clear,
and soon
she walked away.
I have gained some wisdom
with my pain;
and with all her pride,
she has none—.
Two tyrants now,
mostly vane:
lost in a world of one.
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Note: Written in the evening of: 4/30/2004 and the Morning of: 5/1/2006. Love, envy, pain, pride, youth, memories, they all revolve round in circles: small circles, then bigger ones; make us dizzy, especially if one is fickle. We live half our lives, if not most or all, fighting loves shadow. We want it to be (romantic love that it), to be the utmost, the high of highs. We have our first love, and we fall hard usually, we remember it all our lives. Then somehow we find our wives [or wife], raise our children, work hard, go to church, a few vacations, etcetera; and that even disappears sometimes: nowadays, most of the times. Then we go hunting again (or shopping), looking for our death partner: perhaps, the one we will be buried with, or by; then we get thinking of the ones we left behind; you see, the circle never ends. Perchance you never got caught in the circle, the better you are for it, for love was never meant to be a burden: like lust, or greed, or selfishness; we just kind of made it that way.
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