Love the Life that I Hate to Live
Did the Supernatural Civil Service direct
the Diplomatic Contact Department to
present evidence of the occult so absurd
and ambiguous that no-one can believe
in the paranormal?
Communication with another dimension
should not be a substitute for living in our
own world – the fact of life after death
does not supply a reason why we are
here on earth
Each of us must design our own reason
each of us is living our reply in the artwork
that is our life: I am still creating my own
theory, following my very own star,
implementing the best of everything
I love the life that I hate to live, the
eternal search and rebellion, each step
along the way – each dream and vision
beckoning me to go further, enjoying
life as a gift
The most unfathomable mystery
filled with fluctuating feelings and
emotions so delicious – it makes
me delirious
Loss Of Mind
The loss of mind and sweet
ability to visualize is serious
loss indeed; to lose the only
thing that stands between
the emptiness and me, the
land of dreams inside my head,
cannot be endured too long;
such hopelessness is not for
me; I believe in happiness and
joie de vivre; to be thrown into
the black abyss of nothingness
without a spark in heart and mind;
where listlessness holds sway
I flounder in a sea of tears in
sadness grey, knowing what it
means – cast away on islands
of despair; deeply sunk into
dejection; it isn’t fair,
religion shouldn’t ever dare
to justify such sorrow suffered –
it destroys the sweet perfection
of a life that could have been
so meaningful, but now is cursed
by the blight of sad, unending night…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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