The Eye.

The eyes sight of a thousand desires
births a bastard muse of seductive nuances
hanging in the ether
awaiting it’s sibling liars.

They all follow.

The stage is settled gently,
wooing it’s way through,

a temporal vixen,

forgiving it’s tardiness,
I besottedly embrace
it’s sensual players
within my repertoire
of self deception.

My bones now strut
in tune with a dead song
in a macabre mimicry
of wantonness
fueled only by the burning
of my souls surogate sacrifice
of its eternal freedom.

Why then,
does my heart beat still?

The fateful answer is that
It knows nothing of eternity,
and it is upon the play of my senses,
through which I am informed of love,
that it has been thus deceived,
and it’s deception of itself,
gives unto itself,
the power to go on blindly
without the barricade of
the lie of death.

……..and so I live on,
and so do we all.

The Eye.

carboneye

Perth., Australia

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A simple poem about how love can be both our death and our life, whichever we choose.

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