As there is light in the world therefore darkness comes as well. Likewise, with Love comes sometimes depression at least until we get it right. These poems are the darker half of who I am or was at that moment in my life. My emotions ran wild and I was but a toy, a mere play-thing, of my own subconscious. Depression, regret and doubt ruled my every waking thought. Is it wrong to regret Love's Loss. No it is not, it is wrong to constantly live with regret and not get over it and move on. It took me to long to realize this lifes lesson. Life is suffering.
A Translucent Thought in The Wind
I live in a void,
A Translucent thought in the wind.
Death and Terror,
A silent scream,
Echoing throughout eternity.
Lives snuffed out,
Within the chimes of time.
Violence a malignant form,
Stalks the entity of Life,
To erupt in morbid shapes.
Anger bound by stupidity,
Unleashes itself against love.
Where living is dying,
And feeling is eternal pain.
Peace is raped of its Nature,
And fed to ravenous souls.
Hearts yet unborn,
Are left to die.
And all this,
I hold behind my eyes.
A. Sutton, 1985
I wrote this when I was 17 years old in the middle of an NJROTC class in High School. I never knew why I wrote it, or for
what reason. It seems very morbid to me. But I like to think that this
was my little look into the future of what I would see in Desert Storm. Published in 2003 in "Eternal Portraits".
Trust?
Complete trust, Complete Love,
A two edge knife.
Without it no Relationship grows.
With it, temptation is possible.
How much should I be willing to give?
A. Sutton, 2002
Love's Fool
Thunderous Silence Screams,
An unyielding torrent,
To which I submissevely bend.
To my once joyous heart.
The illusions of truth bleed away,
Leaving truth an open wound,
Upon a fragile heart.
To my once happy soul,
Four corners close unrelenting,
As I sit alone this night.
Can't breath! Can't think! Can't hide! Can't run!
Every sight,
Reminds me of her.
Every song,
Reminds me of the loss.
Every thought,
Regrets of what might have been.
What I could have done.
Once again.
So alone.
A. Sutton, 1992
Heart Adrift
Overwhelming Loss,
Despair and Loneliness,
Reduces a once noble hearts,
Single devotion to love,
To chaos and confusion.
No longer my life sails true,
Through the riptides of Pain.
Where do I go now?
A. Sutton, 2002
She needs without care,
Chancing all, He loves without reason,
Love destined to fail?
A. Sutton, 2002
Night falls on the city,
Searching he hunts for her love,
Love is not prey, but a gift.
A. Sutton, 2002
Loves Price
Her beauty haunts my mind,
Like some sweet remembered dream.
Her soft radiant visage,
Sends euphoric shimmers through me.
The intoxicating kiss of her lips,
Fires maddening passion deep within.
My heart yearns, nay hungers,
For every smile, I gave reason,
To grace her lucious lips.
With gentle fingertips,
And breath held tight.
I caress her silky smooth skin.
Ever fearfull the dream could fade.
The very touch of her is bliss.
My overawed gaze dwells,
Upon her eyes, searing my soul.
And my heart howls in fear.
For in her eyes,
I am loosing myself.
The stone walls around my heart,
Crack asunder.
I find myself inexorably,
Trapped once again,
In Love.
I surrender myself,
To the unerring fate,
I pray never comes.
With a blink of my eyes,
She is gone.
Grief stricken I crawl,
My heart a misshapen and spent thing.
To try and hide,
Once again.
A. Sutton, 2002
Chancing Fate
Why do I go on,
I constantly ask,
Not caring whether the answer,
Is that which I want to hear.
Because it is that,
Which resides deep in my heart.
To love again,
And perchance take a roll at the dice.
For happiness exists for all.
A. Sutton, 2002
A Hesitant Fool
I walk, a meandering gait,
Void of destination.
Without care or want.
Roaming my life in obscurity.
She passes me by,
An angel trapped in the wind.
My eyes ensnared by her beauty,
Unwaveringly track her,
As she enters and exits my life.
Our eyes meet with smiles exchanged.
A half a block later,
I stop in deep consternation.
I should introduce myself,
At the least make myself known.
Perhaps fates arrangement,
Smiles on me at last.
My heart pounding I turn to try.
And she is gone.
A. Sutton, 2003
A Lonely Dreamer
Love's Perfect Picture,
A false mirage constructed,
Deep within my foolish heart.
An unquenchable fervent wish,
Once whispered in hope.
The dream of meeting,
The one I could love forever.
A fool's fantasy?
I imagined her caress,
Driving my heart to hunger.
I imagined dark silky hair,
Teasing my fingertips.
I imagined her full lips,
Dressed in a smile for me.
I imagined her eyes,
Dark pools laying my soul bare.
My imagination grows wild,
As the last petal has fallen,
Plucked by my hand.
Naked truth a lie revealed,
By a stem shod in thorns.
A. Sutton, 2003
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