The Vault of Lost Tales

Memoirs of an Enchanted Sojourner

Month: March, 2014

Crooked Cupid

If it is my birth rite

Why has it suddenly taken flight?

Why is what’s supposed to be mine always out of reach?

Instead of calling it what it is, it is called ‘a moment to teach?’

How is it that I must somehow now learn

From true Love stolen, that I was never meant to earn

‘Oh well’ he would say, ‘life is just not fair’

But every being was meant to exist in pairs

The thief always has an excuse

For why what he has stolen is of no use

If you don’t have it, then you don’t need it

Yet if I question why, he makes me to bleed it

Of all the things that may not be mine

I know Love is, and should be returned in kind

But the thief gains and benefits from dividing the two

He profits greatly from making true Lovers blue

Jilted Lovers looking to the left and to the right

But never facing the thief who darkens Love’s light

Love never needed intervention or a helping hand

So wherever there is heartbreak, search out the middleman

I should be the only One to whisper in my Lover’s ear

Heart of my heart, no one else has the right to come near

With your bow and arrow, you sow much distrust

Seeding wondering eyes and loins to fill with lust

Cupid is Love’s enemy, attacking where he can

Hovering just out of sight, the meddling middle man

Naked

Can you imagine what it must be like to be stripped of all that is not you?

To be freed from being told what to be, think, and do?

 

To have no gravitational pulls or outside influences warping your path

For your energy to be free to assume as it pleases without math

 

Ah, this cannot be, you must think

‘Impossible’ your veiled mind blinks

 

Without clothes, without care, without wind, or weather wear

Absolved of all things that bind, including others’ judging glare

 

What would that be like?

Is that how the stars feel in the sky at night?

 

But there is no such thing as night, neither is there day

These are all illusions that keep the whole truth at bay

 

The stars are too affected by the same things that make you blue

Stuck in a rut that burns their energy up, staring longingly at you

 

Have you ever thought their twinkle might be a wink?

Hoping you remember that you are not what you think

 

You may glitter, sparkle, and gleam to them

You may just be their long lost gem

 

After all, do you ever realize that you are of the same stuff?

The Earth and your bodies are but compilations of Stardust

 

It is true, all the minerals and elements that are in essence you

Come from distant Stars, and the Periodic Chart proves it too

 

But there is a veil that hides the tale

A cloth that muffles the Stars’ wail

 

And makes you feel that alas, your existence is vapid

When indeed all you need is to again be truly naked