Saturday, August 25, 2007

Obsessive Compulsive Lover

One word ought enough for those wise
But two, deaf fool-hardy
My graceful fall from paradise
Into your love, freely and madly
I walk straight into the night
As I leave no foot-prints behind
Yet nervously pale white--
I worry not. For I have lost my mind.

Then again, I savor thee
Thou princess of my soul
I crave thee at nightfall
For thy voice by day, haunts me
And my love thou hath stole
My blessing, my curse, my very all.

I flee from me and turn to you
As my heart ails from Love's scars
I live as you, my heart sedate
You cloud my perceptions, all is new
And in thy eyes, I see the stars--
I worry not. A new me we create.

7 comments:

Oracle said...

Mack, you have a poetic way of expressing yourself and that is what poetry is about.

I admire your style.
This is beautiful

Jaja said...

i like the quiet, haunting feel of ur poems

catwalq said...

eeyah

catwalq said...

oh and i just love that picture at the top

Neers said...

mack, has someone told you that you are absolutely soulful!

Kafo said...

go ahead jare


create yourself

i felt the night in this one

Jaycee said...

Are u going out with her again? Or u're just merely insinuating?

Shakespeare...welcome back!!!