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

Strangers

*just posting this i realized with a start...this poem is over 10 years old...shit im getting old....

Strangers

It happened again . . .
You went and changed into two different men.
One I know, and one I don't.

Don't try to tell me, "It happens sometimes".
I'm not judging you for former crimes.
Just don't act like it's nothing.

I've been there before, and I think I deserve more.
I've looked at the face of love . . .
And felt overcome, with a force beyond myself.

I've looked upon that same face . . . turned into anger,
Turned into a stranger . . . You don't know him I tell myself.

One thing I know, is it's hard to change . . .
It's hard to win.
Then you went and made us strangers again.

Don't be afraid to love, I told myself.
People can change, with a little help.

Just pass me gun, or a knife, or a rope . . .
I'd rather die by my own hand,
Than to die by the hand of love without hope.

Everything's fine when the sun shines,
Then the rain comes down and winter sets in.

I can deal with the rain, it always passes,
then the sun comes out again.

But I can't deal with winter,
with coldness I can't win.

I need to know your there . . .

That there's a sign of summer somewhere.

That in the middle of the pouring rain,

you won't turn to ice.

Won't turn away. Will stay my friend.

God knows I don't want us to wind up . . . strangers again.


9/6/94

4 letter word

I strain to explain my need to be near you
I start to explode, as I try not to hear you.
You try to convince me, but I need to be heard,
to me love is just a four letter word.


6/27/94