If I have ever learned anything And if I did it was the hard way It is that desire is suffering And the funny thing about it was I never wanted much anyway
But the way I know this is because Once in awhile I have had a day When I got what I thought I desired Only to be disappointed when It left me feeling hollow and tired And worse off than I was before then
Absurdity seems to enjoy me I do not enjoy it anymore And like crime it never seems to pay All its riddling has become a bore Yet this is not what would destroy me As I had to learn it the hard way Desire is that which brings suffering
I never wanted much anyway Except for possibly everything Still I wanted and so I became A purple-hearted casualty Desire is the face which bears the name Of suffering for those who would be Free but are a little slow to learn
Made to look foolish looking for love Slowly we learn to suffer each day Lovers and poets and fools like me Tempted by fire who forget the burn Stubborn believers in destiny Wanting so much to have an above
Alone tonight I look up and see The scars I earned by my suffering Stars as souvenirs of ecstasy And the funny thing about it was Maybe I never learned anything
But when you look in the mirror, your eyes are knowing. That's the funny thing about wanting all the time--you never do really get fulfilled, do you? Again, you have such a beautiful way of expressing yourself.--Charlie
You are a very consistent writer. Your last line oozes with a kind of humility that comes as we age. Those seasons when we are full of ourselves seem to dissipate rather quickly.
Richard
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Jasmin Horst
Richard
I think you learned, you're just too humble to admit it. :) The phrase "purple hearted casualty" came from battling life, and surviving. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.