Love Is My Illusion
by Cathrine Hottran
Friday, January 13, 2006
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Iím no longer, much of a believer,
My scars have weakened my faith,
My highlights was deceiving paintings,
With demons discovered too late.
But yet a thing called hope,
Refuses to let me go,
I hear the whispers that say:
Youíve got to believe in love.
The dreamer convinces the realist,
Leaving an opening in my shield,
Again my soul stands naked,
Unprotected in the battlefield.
Another sword goes trough me,
Iím wounded ,the war is over,
Reality yells out laud:
What were you thinking girl,
Were you sober?
How many falls will it take,
To understand youíre not much worth,
Itís been proven again and again,
Since your mother gave you birth,
What the hell is wrong with you,
Do you enjoy this, getting hurt?
What pink cloud were you counting on,
Do you know youíre on planet earth?
Now tell me baby,
How much is this illusion worth?
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|Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore
|How much is this illusion worth? That is a good question, and some will answer, it's worth everything, if only because this is the only life we have, and we have to live it the best we know how. I like this piece because it presents the question in such a way that many people will be able to resonate with it, and ask the question of themselves. The task of a poet is to present truisms in a manner that resonates, and your work certainly accomplishes that.|
|Reviewed by . ignis
|Life is a rough ride often. When we have it good, we learn little, when things are difficult, we learn a lot. But sometimes reason fails to understand the necessity of always being forced to learn through painful experience. In love we come close to our source and when we then meet with those who have drifted far apart from it, we risk getting hurt. But because love is what created us, we will never be able to entirely disregard its call in spite of the scars it has caused in the past.
|Reviewed by SilverCeltic Moon
|Very well written. This is something we all can relate to, too. ;)Silver|
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
Through the lines of this "Love Is My Illusion", rhythm and
harmony flows and poetic excellence glows.
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|My dear poetess the illusion is worth millions and the true act worth even more. Love has its ups and downs but it's still the best thing going, more like a trap. Once bit, that's it. When you're 90 years old you'll be glad you tried and experienced rather than sat back affraid and never knowing, wishes and thoughts in the wind blowing, which way you going and how you doing. Great personal poeming. Peace out GEM|
|Reviewed by Candy T (Reader)
|I call this kind of writing spiralling - the questions are what matter, the answer is always the same four words...
Enjoyed reading your thoughts :)
|Reviewed by Pier Tyler
|Excellent art and write. It gives us something to think about even if we do not want to know the answer. Thanks for sharing this with us.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This is powerfully emotive and meaningful, Cathrine. Some thought-provoking questions give the reader pause to ponder. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|Sounds like the words of the Dispiriter !
Don't believe him ! He is the Father of All Lies !
Believe in yourself totally !
|Reviewed by Only A Poet
|valid feelings and questions, well penned.|