On the futility of searching in the wrong place…

One of my earlier poems written during my university days about a girl I used to have a crush on.

A poem now lost to me.

Poem from “The Deep Dark Sweet Rantings of a Yeshua Freak” by Lady Frangelica Seraphica Zen.

Listening to your inner self more than what others think you should be or do.

Never stop trying at life’s many changes and endeavors, only just briefly to catch your breath and begin again.

Paradise is the enchanted feeling that,
Enfolds the inner mind in a sensual way.
It promotes the inner being to its fullest
Rendering it satisfied with thrills and
Pleasures, of unknown ecstasy.

Paradise is a dream-like imaginative
Place, of inner harmony and peace.
A creative source of fulfillment,
In an environment of beauty without pain,
And the “wonders of life” yet to come.

Paradise is momentous, elusive and slippery;
One can have it today, then tomorrow its gone.
Should one put faith in this imaginary thing,
That some buy with money, pleasure and friends?
Should we then ask, “Is it really an illusion”?

Sometimes love runs out, and leaves you cold, alone, and empty… Things should last forever.

Fall from grace, I am the fallen one.

Don’t bother waiting up for me, today is the day I meet Mr. Right. I haven’t actually met him yet, but I’m 87 % sure today, he’ll be at the post office, bus stop, or movie theatre.