Entreaties mine
Through faults line dominion
she mocks;
and
Like a mad fool king,
With deep aching rage I stand;
Fighting for the right to be loved.
Is it so unfair a thing that I ask?
Is love... love... pure unselfless love,
Nothing more than an aching
need within me?
Or am I like the delicate angel,
Who sings of the sweet and gentle
Lord's caress,
Yet is nothing other than an echo,
From a dry and dusty hymnal,
Thrown to the floor,
On a mid sepetember morn...
No I say!
And No again!
For I am more than that...
I am created,
Born out of desire,
need,
longing....
Thrust into life,
I scream my own precious melody
for all the world to hear...
and
In doing so,
Feel deep satisfaction,
in her tender loving kiss.
Comments
Blessing | November 13, 2011 - 22:18
With a name like alphadog1 I don't know how you could possibly be just an echo. Why, by that very nature as you so strongly state, you are born out of desire. No mocking ... Much applause!!! Well done you!
alphadog1 | November 15, 2011 - 21:08
the name alphadog 1... its a bit of a sad joke... i have little self esteem... if i can pretend to have some, then maybe some will appear...
Blessing | November 15, 2011 - 21:17
alphadog1, as often as we hang out here together your self-esteem has got to be coming along because I have yet to meet the person who didn't get some by hanging around me. There you have it chum!
alphadog1 | November 15, 2011 - 22:14
thanks :) your very sweet. I have been away from the site as I have been struggling with a new university course... I'd rather start getting my work together...tidy it up for publication, instead of writing in some sort of academic code to try to please a teacher who thinks I am an idiot anyway. There are too many ghosts with him... too many reminders of what happened to me at school. I don't think that the tutor means to come across the way he does. I interpret it that way.