TrueBlue

Through Great songs of sordid pleasure



O, Give me pleasure
I want to be more than one more lost man
I sing of my poor soul
Needing to share
A wealth of worldly treasures
I cherish you
In those cold moments
I will forever
I hope you always know
O give me pleasure
Give me knowledge of the world
Don't want to know everything
Just yearning to comprehend
The world out there is blurry to my eyes
How does one come to know?
The women out there are beautiful
I drift I dream I scheme
I let go of love and then I recieve
My language informs me it is my measure
And my restraint I must use to hold on
Control
My heart moves, loves
My soul swoons
I take it in
I indulge too much in these feelings
It would be that I was guilt itself
And my good judgement I surrender
To such a thing as beauty
In tears
I make of her a goddess
O I know there is more to life
But I want the wispy rose colored dream
Of loving comfort in the midst of night
The sharing of bodies and hearts and souls
And flowers
I stay alone I hide in my self worth's daily submission
Wanting often to be somebody else
Drink to a better tomorrow
In some other place
In some other fantasy
Some other reality
But how can anything be other than what it is?
And now my brain tells me to wake up
I don't know what's going on up there
I have scars which I call injuries
I exaggerate and indulge in my own worries
I am too oft' unkind
Come in through the gates of my kingship
I welcome you with heart
O, life, give me pleasure
O let the world go by me
Let those criminal deeds occur
I cannot stop them with my heart or my hand
Let my delights be holy
And not these great songs of sordid pleasure
I have witnessed yet
Ether dreams
Sing of her love and sunbeams
Like a celestial siren
In a mind of fog that in the night dreams
I have not been worthy to this all, myself
I have not been worthy to myself
Sensitive to the messages the world sends me
In my love for her I will be saved

sagesweetwater

A lament for a man to get to know more of this world, and acknowledgement that love comes when we aren't searching for it, there it appears. This is a soulful communion of the god and the goddess, TrueBlue...wanting this love to stay and share and rejoice in all of love's beauty that it has to offer. Perhaps this says something about the scars and injuries of a lost love and now it's time to reacquaint oneself with love and taking a chance, this time very worthy of her love. A very cathartic and mature view on a poem of love.

Sage

MsJacquiiC

A lament indeed - Such a range of emotions and feelings I get from reading this message - It kind of reminds me of going through the motions of being bipolar actually LOL -----> One minute I'm worthy and the next I'm not... One minute I want love AND the next hour I'm worthy of it. One second I deserve the pleasure and the very next second I'm unworthy of it... No 2nd chances, just a range of mixed emotions...

It's not easy dealing with such contradictions, but one must and try not to fall prey to the mind... Yeah - I agree PAUL - toast for a better tomorrow, whilst today I drink. I drink to the ecstacy of love's dear dream.

Cheers & thanx for sharing!

Jacquii.
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BTW - such a great title for this piece!
Nice poetry!