Poet to Poet- Journal Entry

Sad Love Songs/
Silencing of the Soul

Crippled fantasies piled
on crippled fantasies, poet,
more powerful than any words
ever written.

Who will relieve the sordid thoughts
that tear my soul apart,
that leave me exhausted & angry
& stretched inside-out
like some rubber-doll?

Who will restore balance & sanity when
suspicions seem like fact
and insecurity creates its own miasmic world?

(pause)

"Do you not understand that love endures beyond
the horrors of troubled moments,
that freedom is the path of love
& the child must finally give up searching for his mother?"

"Your mind will destroy you with it's mad assumptions, poet
as if what is yours can be taken away by any
peddler selling his wares."

"Retreat within your soul (you always do),
sing melodies to what is real,
the stars, the moon, the days & nights you have shared
can never be taken from you, silly poet."

(pause)

It begins with emptiness
where love begins.

It begins with love
where emptiness
begins.

I wake up (if sleep graces me at all)
with the bed
still on the wrong side of the dream.
My legs are scattered through the streets
like pick-up sticks.
Crawling on stumps,
Crawling in the spittle.
I bitterly accuse the world
& bitterly accuse myself,
my muse & you poet.

How could I not have known
that the book was on the wrong side
of the dream?

How could I have walked beside it
for so long?

"What does it matter, poet
the past is that, the past...
the arrow has flown from Cupid's bow,
bask in it, for you shall remain forever safe in his arms."

You're right, poet...
I must close, write soon
for I do miss your words.
Thank you my friend!

~SAS~