Engulfed in a sea of passion 
Remaining cool like arctic ice
Filled with raging desire
Yet calm; your feathers still and unruffled
Articulate yet mute
Gregarious on a sunny day
Sedentary by nightfall
What is the price of expression?
Being in the arms of another?
If a prize to be treasured
Die I would of thirst in a hot dry desert
Jaded sight sees chaos
Greener grass abounds thru naïve eyes
Compromised ears hearing ghost voices
Wide awake; dreaming a convenient reality
Illusions with flights of fantasy;
Like the Titanic
Soon capsize in a sea of unreality
You are the speed bump to reality
The brick wall preventing you and me
Drowning us in an ocean of misery
Will you ever let us be?
©Aturmercy
Posted in: Poetry
Aturmercy 
Dottaraphels
August 22, 2012
Engulfed in a sea of misery, an arms length away yet oceans apart.
Catapulted to fantasy land by daily chaos of a life meandering to oblivion, longing,hoping and yearning for a tug.
To love does not mean to consume and yet many abhor the possibility of separate idealism.
Yes it’s the bitter taste of ego’s gone awry,and love’s embers lingering on,hoping for revival.
It takes acceptance of error and the will to let go of myopic imagery. Many fall victim to this and become imprisoned in the menagerie of their caves self imposed.
As observed, your poetry is getting even darker here aturmercy….suppose the creativity of an artist varies by events?