Without Pain Without Love

They say no man is happy who is not dead
I say where pain does not exist life will then end
For what is remembered are the scars we wear
Even as our joy is preserved in the faces of our children
I wonder of all the moments spent waiting for a moment
A moment of joy in order to bear the moments that sting
We sleep, wait and relieve ourselves constantly
If but for these times to gather what would it bring?

You ask life to come closer but why can you not approach first?
What eyes of blindness can see without opening to face your fears?
What ill will towards those who hurt you can transform your bitterness
When believing in the unseen is felt in the promise of never-ending years?

What is buried and silent cannot bring wisdom or joy, only wistfulness
The dream said their voices are screaming the answers yet I hear only the wind
Within fantasy’s martyrdom I watch as her beauty strips itself before me
While an awakening rooster crows once more as I deny what reality did send
There is no time except in the instant neither recorded or upon which we wait
Who can deny the courage of a man who finds room for another blemish?
There is no life without pain and no pain without love
Whether it happens as imagined is no matter except what happens before it is finished

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time2rite 4 years ago from Navarre, Fl, USA

Great poem! I've often said that you have to risk being hurt in order to love; that when/if it's over you are hurting, that means you were able to open your heart and love. Even though I have experienced great pain from love, I wouldn't trade my "scars" for any of it. Beautifully written, Suburban Poet!

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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

there is a strange sense of emptiness to your poem. very good

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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

I love the way you think and write.. this is wonderful to read and it makes your think.

Blessings to you


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SheZoe 4 years ago from Idaho, USA

wow! is this ever poignant and true. The depth of the truth in it-only one who has lived it can express this well

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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@time2write - Without love we haven't lived... the scars are part of the deal and part of our growth. Thank you for your comment.

@Mhatter - Thank you for your comment. I think I've been writing quite a bit of strange things lately but that is what I feel; yet the smile is still there...

@Deborah - Thank you love.... thank you and I hope Franny is doing well.

@SheZoe - Thank you for that.... I have scars. I'm human... we all are...

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girishpuri 4 years ago from NCR , INDIA

very thought provoking creation, voted up

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raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

we live in the world of illusion, we are blinded by our materialistic desire...

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