Is love insanity?
Some would deem it so
Emotion thrust upon a mind
Exciting all the soul
But pain and life come quickly in
Rejection finds it's place
The home right next to love's front door
With plenty of rental space
Love once scorned find solace in
The home of hate and bitter dreams
Living in such isolation
Never to come forth it seems
But all it takes is one small visit
From love who conquers all
One small knock, and one small visit
A reminder that this house is small
Love's home is bigger than the air
Much brighter than the stars
With rooms aplenty all do share
The hopes and dreams once left afar
Then disappointment enters in
Reminds again rejections cost
Though joyful in the house of love
We feel the soreness of the loss
What to do in such a bind
Live in love's house with a bit of hope
Or like a beggar know your place
And live in small and squalid place?

Is this love insanity?
Is all this life a dream?
Is what we wish and hope for
Never to be seen?
This tearful burden carry
When love will take within
But never to feel stings of pain
Seems like a mortal sin
What decisions contemplate
This soul within us burns
To love and lose again we see
The bitterest of turns
We wish no more this pain of life!
Just lock us up inside!
Just let us never bear this love!
That builds up then derides!
Fearful thoughts flow through the mind
The past awakes once more
Like corpses walking all about
The stench, the rot, the sore!
What is this life for anyway?
If not in love to live
Why so hard the heart within?
That we no longer give

Is love insanity?
The wish to see a smile
That is for only us alone
That lasts a thousand miles
The wish to be held close and warm
Wrapped in a beating breast
With all the cold dark ugliness
Beat out by love's own best
What highest heights that we would climb
What storms that we would bear
When knowing that we have a love
Always faithful, always there
But faithless, wear the mask of love
So some pretend to be
Kind and loving for a time
To draw from mirrored see
It is this face familiar
That tricks the wounded heart
It is this face peculiar
That shreds the fragile heart
When pieces lie upon the ground
What can we do in life
A darkness does all things surround
Begets internal strife

Is this love insanity?
To seek and never find
To own a gnawing hungry hole chew
The soul's own need defined?
To always have an ache
To never sit in peace
To be undone from deep within
To never find release?
Is love so cruel and so mean
To seem so good and grand
But after all the wine is spilt
To offer not a hand?
Is this true love we hear about?
Unsettled and untrue
Is this love truly emptiness
In which we languish fools?
What demented living!
What sad and pointless fate!
To live in love's house means a death
That tears and breaks and spates
Is this our lot within this life?
Is this how all things score?
To go about with injury
Like those returned from war?
Or is there something missing
Some puzzle piece to find
Is this all life will offer?
Just deadly sore repined

Is love insanity?
To throw ourselves again
Into the fray and seize the day
Or fall once more like men
The utter fallibility
Seems such an awful curse
When destined once to find the key
We come back even worse
What choice is there but take a risk?
What hope hove we of joy?
The gnashing of the teeth we find
A pointless penitential ploy
We know the feeling of a man
Sent to the gallows short
His every action right before
His own mind does purport
Every rash and faulty word
Every action wrong
Before he hangs upon the mast
Thus sings his conscience's song
So we too see the error
In small and moments still
Our life is set before us
And makes us wretched, ill
Before our minds is played the action
Before our inner ears the sound
Of our worst sayings and reactions
That cause our life to run aground
So where does love fit into this?
Where does it's meaning lie?
It seems a cruel joke
To have these wings and never fly
When fate has scorned our every tread
When madness reaches forth
This life peaks in it's bleakness
With anger we are wroth
But ruined lives beget their own
Become more ruined lives
A cycle seems unbroken by
The search for love that drives
Us to distraction

Is love insanity?
Insanity is defined
Doing the same thing over and over
Expecting a difference to find
So where does all this leave us?
This strange dichotomy of love?
Where can we look for something true?
What good is all this love?
There is no one to save us.
Some would glad report
They have heart of purest stone
Thus comes their quick retort
Look inside yourself for solace.
Others they would say
But the view there-horrible
Inside we do not stay
Then there is another voice
That sounds like love once known
It gives the answer-Look above
Love lived and once was shown
Love healed all our diseases
Love quickened death to life
Love never trod downtrodden
But lifted up to life
Love walked as one of us
Love bore up all our pain
True love once died
But lives again
To show us that he reigns
There is no falseness in true love
Rejection we would bear
To feel the arms around us
To never have to fear
So love's house is much bigger
Then ever we supposed
And love is not insanity
When conquered are all foes.

03/23/2007

Posted on 04/03/2007
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