Love IB Sunsets

sunset yesterday here in imperial beach, ca

~Sung Within Surreal

Not of time or place, this heart of mine
still beating as loud, this mystery of life
because good answers, a silent kind.

Death is coming for us, each day faster
challenging is our preserve, our purpose
religion made irony a fool for hypocricy.

I’ve been already and continue besides
asking myself how long maybe can take
against the innocent slaughtered by god.

Straining against the mechanical decibel
has always been a humming that’s mine
a wrap against the elements sung within.

(c) August, 2006, RJDuberg

~How This Heart Continues

Late nights trouble me
I lose track of time
how long ago was it
when fall began
the world left to me
in the ruins of my heart

Doctor attended my survival
but nothing has changed.
How this heart continues
I'd rather not say, can't;
especially late at night
when life craps this way.

Those I love, so far away.
Men not allowed to whine.
Lonely and abandoned...
Would it have helped a child?
Back then as I began
the ignorance was bliss.

Now I'm accused of being a child.
An old guy does childish things
absentmindedly racing by time.
I feel less than way back then.
The spiritual quest didn't fail.
I awoke in a fall from grace.

Women were always a mistake
I'm obsessed over the love lost.
The pain warns me of my ego.
It's my life, it's my right to wake
on this flight more an aftermath
of waiting that's killing outright.

Knowing worse in the world
doesn't stop an iota of pain.
The wings that kept me aloft
were mythological and rotten
adding insult to the injury
of time lost in coming horror.

The dawn inflates my facade.
I know pretenses that please
despite how bitter the taste
invoked by other's whatever
like Sharapova tennis reruns
virtual power by image elite.

I have been waiting too long
for me not to whine about
how my heart continues.
I am forced to make a move
though there's no reason to.
The paradox screws tighten.

(c) September, 2006

~Eve's Secret

Why agonize over it?
The assumed quintessential source of man's pain
cannot be balanced by what makes his life fun
cannot be looked at with her cynical eye lash
from shadows of myth or mirth in rebellion.

The rib, the crux, the bone, the point of wars
men know all too well her move behind doors
her worth and the stakes that fools bleed on
if a lady would extend me her great patience
women are not men's rival or defective genius
wrecking happiness by temptation over desire.

To consider her origin, let us ignore a secret
women act competitive provoking unhappiness
their karma distancing them from this shore
where they must return this honorable desire
stepping here is a goddess' right of passage
the alternative is hope's unthinkable death.

The secret of eve is the challenge of love
man's possibilities evolve in proportion
to the heart of synchronicity, with another.
So dear Lady, men are inversely your magic
and your presence gives essence its beauty
that imperfections like Satan get cast out.

Freedom needs you to be free next to me
It's time you come home so I may survive
otherwise these creeps that surround me
will be my deminse on this sea of outrage
Could you be anymore feminine in mercy
when you step here to end love's isolation?

© 2006, RJDuberg