Ignorant of limit, free of bond Virtuous foolishness, night-less dream All pervading, all purifying You are the pounding of the heart And the gushing of the blood You are the pain of separation And the exhilaration of tryst The sighs, the joys, the thrills You are the highest intoxication You are the promised consummation
Hopeless romantic, grounded realist, eternal optimist, brooding pessimist. All these are me. I am all of them. When I referenced my diaries for poems written decades (1985-99) ago, I was surprised to find that most related to either Love or Death. I was even more surprised to discover that, with a quick change here and there, many of them could be interchanged to reflect either. It was in this way that I discovered in myself the obsession that Sigmund Freud labelled as Eros and Thanatos, a theme that has fascinated thinkers, poets and writers for centuries. Here you will find Eros and Thanatos and a bit of Philos in between.
It was your integrity at the time of ubiquitous pain of separation, you want to move the home away from home coming to terms with the trauma your shadow was not following you playing dead nuzzling the earth, racing to
alone in my bed I lay still not able to pray I close my eyes to a world unknown cobwebs etched in the very fabric of my existence alone helpless with demonic bites viscous fangs with long stemmed dripping blood
A dream… Always like a stained past An unknown future A brimming river which dominates And takes you wherever it wants Doubtful, Undecided and Dark Sometimes sweet.. sometimes bitter Sometimes cute.. sometimes harsh Incredible yet uncontrollable Fantastic yet unpredictable A