Something to think about...

"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die."

~H.P. Lovecraft (The Call of Cthulhu)

For now, I will leave you with this couplet and the previous poems, but as an interesting side note, did you know that George Lucas based Obi Wan Kenobi on Carlos Castaneda's literary works involving a Yaqui Indian known as Don Juan? An interesting author if you get a chance.

Another awesome poem...Not by me.

Glove

If in this word
Is love itself
Then love is bone
And blood inside
The form that warms
Your lovely hand-
Your hand is love
And mine that takes
Your love in mine
Without your hand
Is nothing but
An empty word.
Bruce Guernsey (b. 1944)

Who can argue with such ambiguous yet concise writing? Plus, it can not be easy to compare love to something as ordinary as a glove.

Temerpance

Your sinful blue eyes',
Fail to see me.
For my true intention;
Love's blasphemy.

An established couplet,
Or so you seem.
As one lies near,
The other in a dream.

Time spent with one,
Dispels my thoughts.
Together at once,
My love is caught.

For as one has,
Not both can partake.
One hand in one hand,
The other I antiquate.

And at last,
My open eyes can see...
The struggle is endless,
The decider is me.

I hope this new poem makes up for my absence...I am sure overtime my small break from writing will seem as if it was a necessary excursion.