Prince of Tears
PRINCE OF TEARS
What name could I bestow on you?
On such a master of the emotional changes,
I thought could only happen in another lifetime.
What title could hold steadfast,
with the complex chain of tests you take an emotional heart thru . . .
A heart that ends up beating, only to serve you.
I've known some who've survived your web/bed.
And some of the unlucky who didn't.
And when it was my turn,
And you dealt your seductive hand,
As much as I tried to resist your desert,
I sank deeper in the sand.
Despite all the denial,
Through my disappointment, painful desolation and fears.
I now understand why you've been given the crown of . . .
PRINCE OF TEARS
. . . A kingdom made of the lost water, of lovers cast away.
Truly the PRINCE OF TEARS,
with robes of broken hearts,
and bodies lain at the foot of your cold-hearted throne.
Still . . . I can't help but love you, dear.
You, my PRINCE OF TEARS.
Even though now I know better, At least I know why I should.
I don't think you would really share love, even if you could.
And if I said I don't want the comfort, of the pain you inflict so well,
I'd be lying to myself, never uttering a word in my own defense.
Though my reaction alone
Even the deaf, dumb and blind, would know . . .
could sense.
So, despite all the denial,
Through my disappointment, painful desolation and fears . . . .
I have given you the crown of the
PRINCE OF TEARS.
1990
What name could I bestow on you?
On such a master of the emotional changes,
I thought could only happen in another lifetime.
What title could hold steadfast,
with the complex chain of tests you take an emotional heart thru . . .
A heart that ends up beating, only to serve you.
I've known some who've survived your web/bed.
And some of the unlucky who didn't.
And when it was my turn,
And you dealt your seductive hand,
As much as I tried to resist your desert,
I sank deeper in the sand.
Despite all the denial,
Through my disappointment, painful desolation and fears.
I now understand why you've been given the crown of . . .
PRINCE OF TEARS
. . . A kingdom made of the lost water, of lovers cast away.
Truly the PRINCE OF TEARS,
with robes of broken hearts,
and bodies lain at the foot of your cold-hearted throne.
Still . . . I can't help but love you, dear.
You, my PRINCE OF TEARS.
Even though now I know better, At least I know why I should.
I don't think you would really share love, even if you could.
And if I said I don't want the comfort, of the pain you inflict so well,
I'd be lying to myself, never uttering a word in my own defense.
Though my reaction alone
Even the deaf, dumb and blind, would know . . .
could sense.
So, despite all the denial,
Through my disappointment, painful desolation and fears . . . .
I have given you the crown of the
PRINCE OF TEARS.
1990
posted by chase at 10:21 PM
4 Comments:
Thanks for visiting my blog. I like the murmuring passion of your poetry, and your collage art especially the "cross" series. Keep it up.
I still remember when I first read this peice....and how much it MOVED me. And it still does. It was this peice....that made me feel......poetically enraptured by you...
Hi Chase, this sad and sweet poem.
Oh wow. I read this poem for the first time in what seems like forever ago. It's still beautiful!!!
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