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Iliana
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PostSubject: Abstracting Iliana.   Wed Aug 28, 2013 5:32 pm


I am to be blamed for my compulsive behavior.
Unhinged, lacking restraint and the desire therein.
I am apologetic only to myself,
you not yet being the bulk of my despair.

For what reason must you be reprimanded when it is my soul which is at fault?
It delivered you the signals and you, it's innocent, mysterious prey, followed the trail of bread crumbs to the wrong burrow.

You were promised answers,
receiving a mass of unanswered doubts and insecurities.
You were promised reprieve, only to be shackled to my ankle.
Is it I who is at fault, or is it my blistering soul?

Do we,
you and I and them alike, posses the power to animate the inanimate? To breath the breath of our own pitiful lives into the peaceful void of the non living?
Who is truly living?

The man and the woman with their deteriorating bond that their hearts, unbeknownst, linked together?
Is it the lone, forgotten lamp that is the living one; the one with the ability to fulfill its desires and duties unto itself?
Does the woman's confession of reluctant love burn brighter than the golden-brazed bulb of the lamp, or has her words dulled out to realization and nothingness? To knowing? And in saying, which really holds the pulse?

Which lives while the other remains a relic. a dusted antique forgotten by the hands of purposeless men?

Is it I who loves, or is it I who beckons? Have I become the Siren, having artfully whisked you away from your shore, whispering lost promises of tasting the cool, mesmerizing sap pf vivacity against my lips?
Or are you aware of my deceit? Do you come for love? Is it my voice that beckons you, eternally beckons you, to trek across the salty waters of tears?

Perhaps it is my body; only natural attraction being the unwavering force you cannot, will not, hope to shelter yourself from.

Pray, it may indeed be love that is this poison. Pray, it may not. In my raving, rawest thoughts, you are suspended to my bosom.

Impale yourself into my heart, my love, for pain will come when it does.

Let this pain be bliss.

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PostSubject: Re: Abstracting Iliana.   Thu May 01, 2014 2:30 pm

HI...I'm the new guy *smiles* I enjoyed this poem quite a bit. Very relatable .
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