![]() |
Romantic Disillusion |
My sweetest lover, daydreaming
She, the purple gateway to a citadel
of sin and I the Mississippi River
raging between the marble pillars.
At times, old insecurities come to the fore, hand in hand with wistful memories of past lovers, loss, death and grief. At other times, I have bitter quarrels with God late into the night about sin, redemption and child-death; and when solace will not come, in despair, I run for shelter to life's true confessional—poetry.
![]() |
Romantic Disillusion |
She, the purple gateway to a citadel
of sin and I the Mississippi River
raging between the marble pillars.
![]() |
Passionate Embrace of Lovers |
My love for The Son of Man
and Christianity as a way of life is infinite, however, I find it impossible to
believe in a metaphysical world.
This poem is my own personal view of God, Jesus, and Judas. Please do
not continue reading if you are easily offended or intolerant of other peoples'
views.
This poem is largely inspired by the novel 'The Last Temptation
of Christ' by Nikos Kazantzakis.
![]() |
Istanbul's Skyline |