The Cure

[Falcon2001]

I struggle randomly, pawing through papers

to find a cure for what afflicts me

I hold up bottle after bottle of dusty, archaic

Panacea to relieve my ills and clear my head.

I look in vain, for no vial in my collection

contains the cure for the curse of man

The curse that haunts us all eventually and

Binds us to it's will without a thought or fault

 

In my dreams I am haunted by gossamer skin,

emerald eyes like jewels jealously guarded,

hair like a sunset in autumns past,

and lips so like a rose as to fool the bees

I toss and turn and find no rest as my mind

traverses space and time to cause her to smile

and when she does it is as the sun breaking through

clouds once heavy with rain and now dried out

 

A mirrored image of one so fair as she could

buy all the riches of solomon the great, for to me

all the ladies of the world are as mere rocks before

the diamond that shimmers blessedly and unknowingly

and this, this perfection doth marred with coal and

streaked with ashy residue of littered insults

doth not know it's own worth, as it seems as lumped and

worthless as a brick of coal in the midst of a furnace.

 

How I want to show her to the world, say to all

"Look and wonder at what God has wrought!"

And place her upon a shining pillar which would seem

dark and dead beneath her luminescence.

But as I live and breathe I sense despair's dark pet

Doubt gnawing upon my questing heels and producing

Questions of severe veracity and concern.

 

I stand defeated in my sanctum, breathing heavily

And sampling one vicious concotion after another

Trying to find the serum for Love, and cure myself

of this Blessed disease.

Edited by: Falcon2001 at: 11/16/02 12:22:42 am

[The Big Pointy One]

Wow, what can I say... I'm pretty much speechless... the only thing that comes to mind is that I know *exactly* what you're saying/experiencing with this.

 

*Raises a glass, in a salute between friends, if nothing else*

BigPointyStick

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[Falcon2001]

Thanks everyone, but I'm sure there's got to be a cure around here SOMEWHERE.

 

Because if there isn't, then I guess I'm doomed to a long life walking dazedly through it like a sleeper in the roses. It's weird. Like moonbrushed masters of a drunken castle I wander through life dizzily, perfumed gardens and towering spires forming the concrete foundation for my excrutiatingly kind imprisonment.

 

Not sure that made sense.

[Rahsash Geldich]

:pokes her pervious post irritably:: Stupid touchpad mouse

 

Anyways.

 

There isn't a cure, but I personally think its rather fun

[Annael]

wow is right. and honey, there is no cure for love.