I am a victim and you know that I know this.
Je suis une victime et vous savez que je le sais.
You say that you love me,
But the words lose their meaning
When they are passed through the filter
Of the reason and truth.
Vous dites que vous m'aimez
Mais les mots perdent leur signification,
Quand ils sont passés à travers le filtre
de la raison et la vérité.
I wish you would have been the man of my dreams
Or, at least, I wish you would have made
Our apparent love be
Rather an illusion of reality
Than a reality of illusion.
J'aurais aimé que vous ayez été
L'homme de mes rêves ou, au moins,
Je voudrais que vous ayez fait
De notre amour apparent
Plutôt une illusion de réalité
Qu'une réalité d'illusion.
I wish you to be aware that,
With every victim that died,
You're increasingly poor with a feeling
And still less able to love again.
Je voudrais que vous sachiez
Qu'avec chaque victime qui est morte
Vous êtes de plus en plus pauvres avec un sentiment
Et encore moins capable d'aimer à nouveau.
And every time you kill
Love in self, your dreams, her dreams,
You just stay only in the shadow of life.
Et chaque fois que vous tuez
L'amour en soi, vos rêves, ses rêves,
Vous restez seulement dans l'ombre de la vie.
their once was a wize man that told me death smiles at us all all a man can do is smile back i geuss wut im saying is that it moves the one person that cant be moved it shows how much life can mean to just one person i really like it and i look forword on reading more () psycho aka kyle
A divine verse! Wrapped around my heart! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Love, Reality, Illusion.. every time you kill love, you live in the shade of life. You say that you love me, But the words lose their meaning, When they are passed through the filter Of reason and truth. Dear Poetess, you are very much expressive about the struggles and pitfalls of love. let the disappoint do not allow you to fall. Get up and go forward. Life has so much to give. we shall never succumb. thank you very much
(I went back to your Bio - You published in a Canadian anthology called A POET'S VIEW OF BEING, which strikes me as a highly philosophical, even metaphysical arena of poetry. It seems to me you have a double vision because as a doctor you are at the cutting edge of applied science, but as a poet, and a remarkable one, you are involved in the Humanities. I dabbled in science as a child and adolescent but my education and profession were 100% Humanities-oriented. I'm interested in science and pursue a layperson's knowledge. But you occupy both worlds and that's exactly the person that is needed in the modern world - a scientist sensitive to the poetry in and of life. And so ends my catechism, as Shakespeare's Sir John Falstaff (that delightful rogue) says.) // This is an intense poem; it's unrelenting in calling a selfish, careless, pitiless person to recognize the real evil in which he lives and thrives. There's a line in KING LEAR that is just tossed out by a character but it fits this person: BLACK ANGEL, YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME LOVE. It's frightening to think someone could actually live that way. But alas many do. Your distinction between ILLUSION OF REALITY and REALITY OF ILLUSION is precise and brilliant! I wrote in a notebook. I can use it to make sense out life's non-sense. Melvina Germain is right: this poem flows like a country song; it has both sorrow and strength. And the strength contains the sorrow.
So deeply profound and intensely incisive, your lines pierce the truth that is in our hearts and the reality that the more we hurt others, the less capable we are of love. Bravo! 10+++
A powerful poem. I really like it. I especially liked these lines: And every time you kill Love itself, of yourself, of herself You just stay only in the shadow of life.
You Definitely Have a way of making people Feel Your Words! ! ! Very Feeling, Very Strong! ! ! Incredible Write! ! ! Thank You for Sharing! ! ! Bless You! ! !
I loved these lines. And every time you kill Love itself, of yourself, of herself You just stay only in the shadow of life. Thanks poet for this nice poem.
Real love never dies even if it has to be in the shadow of life! Tres bien!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully expressed thoughts in both French and English