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A delusional love (A song for my lady)

How could a man like me
Ever understand
What you were giving me
When I was thinking only
Of myself

The physical you
Is the ultimate pleasure
A man like me
Can ever pray for
But I didn't realize
That what you were giving
Was beyond truth
It was your realness

It can't be possible
That what I am feeling
Is the delusions
Of a fevered mind

The addiction of you
Was bigger than
The Himalayas
All the spiritual love
You gave was wasted
On my fever mind
Not even the Dali lamas'
Heightened state could penetrate

Even though
it didn't enter my brain
You kept trying
You saw something in me
I did not
Can it be you’re addicted too?

It can't be possible
That what I am feeling
Is the delusions
Of a fevered mind

Maybe I was not the one for you
Yet I feel after the fact
That you're still the one for me
Am I delusional?
Thinking such a thing
But baby you are real to me
You took me to places
I have never been

The pounding of my heart
Can be heard miles away
And I believe
You can hear it too
For even from this distance
I can feel and sense you
Next to me

It can't be possible
That what I am feeling
Is the delusions
Of a fevered mind

If there is such a thing
As forever
Then that's where I will wait
There is no one
Who can ever fill the place
In this delusional
Mind of mine where I keep you
safe

Go, be free
Fly upon your spirit wings
For you are that rare
free butterfly
That few have the chance to see
And yet,
once I held you next to me
And I felt free

It can't be possible
That what I am feeling
Is the delusions
Of a fevered mind

Now once again
I've heard the magic of your voice
I can see what you see
The love I have for you
Deep inside of me
Like a bee to the nectar
I go darting straight to you
Only you have the power
To make me feel free

This is not the ranting
Of a delusional mind
But the truth of your realness
That I've come to realize
Is what I need to quell
The fever of my
Delusional mind
The refreshing reality that is you
Rings in my mind like a church bell
And I can hear the angels sing

It can't be possible
That what I am feeling
Is the delusions
Of a fevered mind

It can't be possible
That what I am seeing
Is a delusion

Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Last few words: 
any help is fine, before I presented to my lady. I'm thinking Jazz or R&B
Editing stage: 

Comments

Oh friend Eddie I have to come back to this but I can hear it and I can read it once again to see..For now..very good work. I shall be back

Love to you and her
Mona

Waiting for your return, (McArther) Hahaha!
thanks sweetie
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

author comment

Oh how well I can relate to this poem it describes the feeling I too have experienced exactly, exactly, exactly.
You take us through the sensed passages of time with your love and we are there at each beat of your heart.

Love to you you sensitive man, Ann of Norway.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

I believe that sometimes I'm not sensetive enough to my ladies feelings, but I am learning.
thank you so much!
Eddie of Spanish Harlem

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

author comment

Incredible write:

This is not the ranting
Of a delusional mind
But the truth of your realness
That I've come to realize
Is what I need to quell
The fever of my
Delusional mind
The refreshing reality that is you
Rings in my mind like a church bell
And I can hear the angels sing

An honest love poem without all the mush that usually goes into them. A lovely write!

always, Cat

p.s.

it is so good to see you back!

"The Book of Styx" can be ordered and purchased on line at:
http://eddystyx.mythramuse.com/

My dear friend, I'm always happy to see you on my page. I am also happy to be back with old firends
happy you enjoyed the write and its truth.
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

author comment

I believe this is so well done. My struggle is always with titles, but this one is really quite clever. This is wonderful, you weave reality with poetry so very well.

♥ Melissa

My writing of poetry comes from my actual realities. It works best for me, because the imagies are real in my head. As far as titles, i believe it's the headache of us all. What I do is this; a poem starts in my head, and as soon as it does I think what am I trying to convey here, then the title comes from there I begin to write. Well that's just me, we all have different ways of working the process. you have to find yours. maybe take a little from everyone and make it yours.
thank you for the read,
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

author comment

Thanks for the Beautiful!
I'm sure somewhere a man has sang to you.
Love back too you buddy
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

author comment

doubled up

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

author comment

I am humbled by your remark, thank you sweetie.
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

author comment

Eddie,

great piece, I have nothing to add that hasn't already been said about it...other than...it is way too long as a song...you might need to compact it a little.

Still a great poem/song,

regards,

HS

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now we're talking!
so do me a fav. look at it if you have time and see what I can do to shorten it.
thank you Bud!
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

author comment

there is so much strength of emotions you have provided to these words...very effective...

raj (sublime_ocean)

really and truly thank you!
I appreciate your comment.
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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