hope and passion

Hope

Tales of love be in rhyme or fable,
I’ll write as best as my poor pen allow,
To reaffirm the belief as best as I am able,
When facts to belief disavow,

Always far from optimistic,
But always small hope gleaming,
Writing poems meaning cryptic,
Find in hope virtue redeeming,

When Pandora opened that little box vile,
And spread the heartache through the earth,
A tiny angel looked up to her with a smile,
Hope in life shows her worth,

For in that little angel’s face,
It gives the strength to go on,
And perhaps in belief the facts replace,
As fables forever begin with once upon,




passion, the sacred fire,
all is possession and release,
unquechable is the desire,
forget the need surcease,

as in these things most proud,
and in dealing most primal close,
sheeps clothing belies the howl aloud,
thoughts not lingering on whim morose

of all those feeling I know not to trust,
when in decision judment clouded,
I find in possession lust,
when without it my thoughts too crowded,


so let it pull with blooded hook,
to the direction it reels,
rather to have a direction mistook,
than deny what one feels.