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A delusional love (A song for my lady)
How could a man like me
Ever understand
What you were giving me
When I was thinking only
Of myself
The physical you
Is the ultimate pleasure
A man like me
Can ever pray for
But I didn't realize
That what you were giving
Was beyond truth
It was your realness
It can't be possible
That what I am feeling
Is the delusions
Of a fevered mind
The addiction of you
Was bigger than
The Himalayas
All the spiritual love
You gave was wasted
On my fever mind
Not even the Dali lamas'
Heightened state could penetrate
Even though
it didn't enter my brain
You kept trying
You saw something in me
I did not
Can it be you’re addicted too?
It can't be possible
That what I am feeling
Is the delusions
Of a fevered mind
Maybe I was not the one for you
Yet I feel after the fact
That you're still the one for me
Am I delusional?
Thinking such a thing
But baby you are real to me
You took me to places
I have never been
The pounding of my heart
Can be heard miles away
And I believe
You can hear it too
For even from this distance
I can feel and sense you
Next to me
It can't be possible
That what I am feeling
Is the delusions
Of a fevered mind
If there is such a thing
As forever
Then that's where I will wait
There is no one
Who can ever fill the place
In this delusional
Mind of mine where I keep you
safe
Go, be free
Fly upon your spirit wings
For you are that rare
free butterfly
That few have the chance to see
And yet,
once I held you next to me
And I felt free
It can't be possible
That what I am feeling
Is the delusions
Of a fevered mind
Now once again
I've heard the magic of your voice
I can see what you see
The love I have for you
Deep inside of me
Like a bee to the nectar
I go darting straight to you
Only you have the power
To make me feel free
This is not the ranting
Of a delusional mind
But the truth of your realness
That I've come to realize
Is what I need to quell
The fever of my
Delusional mind
The refreshing reality that is you
Rings in my mind like a church bell
And I can hear the angels sing
It can't be possible
That what I am feeling
Is the delusions
Of a fevered mind
It can't be possible
That what I am seeing
Is a delusion
Comments
magics02
Fri, 2011-04-01 02:14
Sigh ..feelings
Oh friend Eddie I have to come back to this but I can hear it and I can read it once again to see..For now..very good work. I shall be back
Love to you and her
Mona
Eduardo Cruz
Sat, 2011-04-02 14:35
Mona
Waiting for your return, (McArther) Hahaha!
thanks sweetie
Eddie
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE
Nordic cloud
Fri, 2011-04-01 03:33
exactly, exactly.
Oh how well I can relate to this poem it describes the feeling I too have experienced exactly, exactly, exactly.
You take us through the sensed passages of time with your love and we are there at each beat of your heart.
Love to you you sensitive man, Ann of Norway.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
Eduardo Cruz
Sat, 2011-04-02 14:38
Ann of Norway
I believe that sometimes I'm not sensetive enough to my ladies feelings, but I am learning.
thank you so much!
Eddie of Spanish Harlem
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE
Candlewitch
Fri, 2011-04-01 11:45
Dear Eddie,
Incredible write:
This is not the ranting
Of a delusional mind
But the truth of your realness
That I've come to realize
Is what I need to quell
The fever of my
Delusional mind
The refreshing reality that is you
Rings in my mind like a church bell
And I can hear the angels sing
An honest love poem without all the mush that usually goes into them. A lovely write!
always, Cat
p.s.
it is so good to see you back!
*
When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.
Eduardo Cruz
Sat, 2011-04-02 14:43
Cat
My dear friend, I'm always happy to see you on my page. I am also happy to be back with old firends
happy you enjoyed the write and its truth.
Eddie
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE
Melissa Gayle
Fri, 2011-04-01 21:58
I believe this is so well
I believe this is so well done. My struggle is always with titles, but this one is really quite clever. This is wonderful, you weave reality with poetry so very well.
♥ Melissa
Eduardo Cruz
Sat, 2011-04-02 15:07
Mela
My writing of poetry comes from my actual realities. It works best for me, because the imagies are real in my head. As far as titles, i believe it's the headache of us all. What I do is this; a poem starts in my head, and as soon as it does I think what am I trying to convey here, then the title comes from there I begin to write. Well that's just me, we all have different ways of working the process. you have to find yours. maybe take a little from everyone and make it yours.
thank you for the read,
Eddie
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE
Eduardo Cruz
Sat, 2011-04-02 15:06
Hey little witch!
Thanks for the Beautiful!
I'm sure somewhere a man has sang to you.
Love back too you buddy
Eddie
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE
Eduardo Cruz
Sat, 2011-04-02 15:08
doubled up
doubled up
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE
Eduardo Cruz
Sun, 2011-04-03 15:08
Jay C.
I am humbled by your remark, thank you sweetie.
Eddie
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE
Hooded Stranger
Sun, 2011-04-03 15:14
Eddie
Eddie,
great piece, I have nothing to add that hasn't already been said about it...other than...it is way too long as a song...you might need to compact it a little.
Still a great poem/song,
regards,
HS
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Eduardo Cruz
Tue, 2011-04-05 02:00
HS
now we're talking!
so do me a fav. look at it if you have time and see what I can do to shorten it.
thank you Bud!
Eddie
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE
raj
Sun, 2011-04-03 15:24
Dear Eddie
there is so much strength of emotions you have provided to these words...very effective...
raj (sublime_ocean)
Eduardo Cruz
Sun, 2011-04-03 15:38
raj
really and truly thank you!
I appreciate your comment.
Eddie
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE