Private War

Why is there always someone making love in the midst of my personal war?
ravaged hearts' savage passion, placed heedlessly on display
eyes face forward, despite the engulfing orgy of tasteless eros.

Random silhouettes bath naked in my pupils' dark waters
consorting beings frolic with deer-like fervor, taunting
rainbows reveal promise, the fog mists my vision

Don't think about pink elephants!!!!!

Sugarless candy is just not the same as the real thing
loneliness always travels, with me as it's companion
ironically the redundancy forgot to repeat itself again

Jealousy has no merit in the minds realm of my misfortune,
unknowing souls label unjustly the things they can never grasp, but somehow already hold
touch me...can you feel that? Neither can I.

Arousal, nothing more than the idle plaything of fools
pathetic this fallacy of loveless lovers
motions of mimicry, miming irrelevancies of love perceived

gentle

HARD

HOW CAN YOU BE SO INSENSITIVE?!

Every love makers war erupts in violent repercussion
human animals responding to a taught stimulus
Pavlov rests comfortably in his grave

(DING!)

Oops, gotta go!

Oh yes, the quandary, the truth, the lies

the ...

loneliness.

Rapturous love made war with my soul
heart as husk now beats to nothing more than an assumed rhythm
my tears travel as dried dandelions blown in the wind

and somehow, no matter how often I clear the battlefield,
there is ALWAYS someone making love in the midst of my private war!



-J.G.Smith (08/02/05)