I SOB BITTERLY

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    I SOB BITTERLY

     I Sob Bitterly

    Taronis – ‘03

     

    Bella! Bella! My soul cries out

    Oh that we were near

    But this can never be

    We are shackled by morality

    And separated by time and space

    Only to meet in Tesla’s light

    Far from the embrace we crave

     

    Oh irreversible choices of the past

    Damn the linearity of time’s passage

    Inerasable programmed by selection

    Decisions made without knowledge

    Without insight of that which was to come

    Familiar not with what cannot be undone

    Lamenting the place I now stand

     

    My soul cries out Bella! Bella!

    Beautiful pink in Tesla’s light

    But it can never be, you and me

    I am bound by time and vows

    Imprisoned by selections made

    Limited by my bounded life

    Unchanging and ever

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    ginga commented on I SOB BITTERLY

    12-23-2009

    Ta, Such passion and unspeakable regrets pour forth in this poem of desire and fire. ginga
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    wheelsal commented on I SOB BITTERLY

    06-25-2009

    Fidelity chains us and you have shown the Yin and Yang if this. Excellent poem in its simple/complexity.
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    ta

    12/22/2009

    thanks :)

    cousinsoren commented on I SOB BITTERLY

    06-25-2009

    Wow! "I can never be, you andf me / I am bound by time and vows" The themes of yearning, restraint and fidelity are effectively sustained throughout this simple poetic and poignant confession of love. This perfectly crafted poem overlows wtth clarity and sentience like a glass of spilt vintage wine,. "Bella! Bella!"
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    ta

    06/25/2009

    well I am italian lol

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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