When life throws everything at you and you think <br />that you can finally handle it, <br />then you die. E.J. Calleja <br /> <br /> <br />The tragedy of life is that <br />nothing is as it appears, <br />just as benevolent reproaches <br />that are meant to soothe your fears. <br /> <br />Artistic creations that convey <br />the balm to my quivering soul, <br />somnambulistic reveries <br />that pacify and console. <br /> <br />Poetic interludes to lull <br />my humiliating squalidness, <br />ornamental words that linger <br />in my cadaverous weariness. <br /> <br />Deluding myself with divine wine <br />that transcends spiritual emotions, <br />stagnant pulsations that linger <br />in fading amorous devotions. <br /> <br />Loneliness that creeps ostensibly <br />to balance venerable illusions, <br /> to curse and swear just like a charlatan <br />amid remnants of delusions. <br /> <br />The slow meditative life <br />masquerading a half borne smile, <br />behind carnivalesque masks that <br />I wear nonchalantly and in style. <br /> <br />Nothing bears out in practice <br />what it promises so ardently, <br />incipient romantic encounters <br />once loved and adored fervently. <br /> <br />The evening glow relinquishes <br />the sun shining through the boughs, <br />supping mildew from their leaves <br />while vermillion sunset my soul endows. <br /> <br />Real life and stark reality <br />where life is never what it seems, <br />a bizarre world of thought <br />of hallucinations and of dreams. <br /> <br /> <br /> March 2011 <br /><br />Edmund Calleja<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-is-never-what-it-seems/
