I Write Poetry
[big]Hedonists' Lament[/big]
[i]written 18SEP11[/i]
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I have love not, for unworthy am I
Shallow, the hollow void is my heart
Indulgent child of my own destruction
Flittering madman, running hither and fro
Rabid collector of lusty and tasty treats
All fleeting pleasures and empty calories.
Treasures I have, and have had
Unique and notched upon my bedpost
A place of trophies and conquests
Of vintages and times gone by
Sweet moments preserved in amber
Fuel fit only for fantasy
Burning illumination into my dark corners
Where pain and pleasure are of equal measure
The higher the mountain, the deeper the valley
And in those darkest shadows, I do dream
Of gentle times and lovers’ bliss
In places only you would know
Never seen.
[i]written 18SEP11[/i]
[sep]
I have love not, for unworthy am I
Shallow, the hollow void is my heart
Indulgent child of my own destruction
Flittering madman, running hither and fro
Rabid collector of lusty and tasty treats
All fleeting pleasures and empty calories.
Treasures I have, and have had
Unique and notched upon my bedpost
A place of trophies and conquests
Of vintages and times gone by
Sweet moments preserved in amber
Fuel fit only for fantasy
Burning illumination into my dark corners
Where pain and pleasure are of equal measure
The higher the mountain, the deeper the valley
And in those darkest shadows, I do dream
Of gentle times and lovers’ bliss
In places only you would know
Never seen.