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Array ( [sid] => 141812 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Curse of Jealousy [time] => 2008-04-23 14:12:15 [hometext] => Jealousy? A strange emotion...Not anywhere near as strong as love, but rated right along side of hate. Extremely powerful...and certainly dangerous. Don't read to deeply into this. [bodytext] => ~*~

A Curse of Jealousy

It is from this nights’ sleep that I am suddenly awakened
My mind errant, in a state of confusion and unrest
And as I lay there trying to recollect what had just transpired
The essence of these thoughts poured forth
Ugly, and menacing, and deeply disturbing
Leaving my eyes darting about, not knowing where to rest

In the breadth of my mind I replayed the words
I analyzed the tone over and over, and still over again
Considered the emotional presentation
The perspective of which was hard to attain
For this troubled me so
And even more in the passing day

With a voice marred of both drink and guilt
And in a gesture of sought after relief
You vainly expose a partial truth
I sensed a struggle for the words
The hair on my neck came to a stand
Why do I feel this way?

It is upon my senses that I heavily rely
Cultured from my days on the face of this Earth
And honed by the hand of nature herself
More times than not, they will point the way
And here, I have been positioned to a state of on-guard
Of this, I know…I am not wrong

This uneasy feeling has set in place a wedge
And true to its intended design
It has ruptured the threads of this tightly woven cloth
A cloth that was borne from all aspects of purity
One worn in the celebration to this commencement
A cloth now torn, by a betrayal of mutual trust

The wound has struck at the most sacred of places
It is from that place that you were kept
Now at the breach there is a weakness
Fluid seeps, as if in cadence, with the beat of a slow march
A scar remains as a constant reminder to the episode
Could this ever be the same?

Here, I feel the presence of an unwelcome ally
I know who it is, for I’ve known it before
With the whole of my strength, I tug at its reigns
For control of this beast comes not easy
And it brings forth with it, a fear
Or shall I say that it is of the fear, that it is fueled

Why should I hold an expectation of more?
Do I ask too much of this?
In this moment of insecurity, the beast creeps forth
I find this to be most uncomfortable
With sheer might, I force this beast to its space of keeping
And my watch remains ever vigilant

However, if it is to raise its head again
It will be but the time to leave
For with every showing, it gathers strength
And I have only one power
That is the power to try, to save myself
And by doing so…you also

~*~
2007-11-28





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A Curse of Jealousy

Contributed by ZiggyB on Wednesday, 23rd April 2008 @ 02:12:15 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



~*~

A Curse of Jealousy

It is from this nights’ sleep that I am suddenly awakened
My mind errant, in a state of confusion and unrest
And as I lay there trying to recollect what had just transpired
The essence of these thoughts poured forth
Ugly, and menacing, and deeply disturbing
Leaving my eyes darting about, not knowing where to rest

In the breadth of my mind I replayed the words
I analyzed the tone over and over, and still over again
Considered the emotional presentation
The perspective of which was hard to attain
For this troubled me so
And even more in the passing day

With a voice marred of both drink and guilt
And in a gesture of sought after relief
You vainly expose a partial truth
I sensed a struggle for the words
The hair on my neck came to a stand
Why do I feel this way?

It is upon my senses that I heavily rely
Cultured from my days on the face of this Earth
And honed by the hand of nature herself
More times than not, they will point the way
And here, I have been positioned to a state of on-guard
Of this, I know…I am not wrong

This uneasy feeling has set in place a wedge
And true to its intended design
It has ruptured the threads of this tightly woven cloth
A cloth that was borne from all aspects of purity
One worn in the celebration to this commencement
A cloth now torn, by a betrayal of mutual trust

The wound has struck at the most sacred of places
It is from that place that you were kept
Now at the breach there is a weakness
Fluid seeps, as if in cadence, with the beat of a slow march
A scar remains as a constant reminder to the episode
Could this ever be the same?

Here, I feel the presence of an unwelcome ally
I know who it is, for I’ve known it before
With the whole of my strength, I tug at its reigns
For control of this beast comes not easy
And it brings forth with it, a fear
Or shall I say that it is of the fear, that it is fueled

Why should I hold an expectation of more?
Do I ask too much of this?
In this moment of insecurity, the beast creeps forth
I find this to be most uncomfortable
With sheer might, I force this beast to its space of keeping
And my watch remains ever vigilant

However, if it is to raise its head again
It will be but the time to leave
For with every showing, it gathers strength
And I have only one power
That is the power to try, to save myself
And by doing so…you also

~*~
2007-11-28









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Re: A Curse of Jealousy (User Rating: 1 )
by deadwriter on Thursday, 24th April 2008 @ 11:17:31 AM AEST
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I like this. Great job.


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