Chasing The Fairy #17

By: Gus Victoria

Chasing dreams

Beautiful and unchaste,

Dangerous, seductive,

Calling in the dark,

Waking from a dream

To walk,

To seek and to know

The brilliant diamond

Hidden,

The joyful treasure

Lost,

That is yours to give,

Never mine to take,

They call you whore,

They call you slut,

They look down on you

And call no more,

You are mistress,

You are lover,

They are nothing,

Insecure sparks

To your star,

Forgotten

As you are immortalized,

In bed,

In ink,

In glorious memory.

Chasing the Fairy #16

By: Gus Victoria

Futile endeavor

To chase ghosts

That haunt the periphery

Of guilt-ridden experience,

Joy to dust turned,

Reflected in such  a ghastly mirror

That doth create the shade

Of a once-brilliant light,

A mad play of memory

Conspiring to move against

A positive future

For the wrath of the spectre

That never was.

Lost and confused,

The ring buried,

The church forgotten,

The vows unspoken.

Chasing the Fairy #15

By: Gus Victoria

Memories not yet made

Fuel the lover’s flame

In the furnace of love,

That combustible crucible

That furnishes the blade

Upon which we all fall.

Lust is a hunger

Only ever delayed,

Never truly sated.

Conflict created

When two souls not fated

Play with temptation’s fire.

Burned in ectasy

To sinful ash.

Reborn in redemption.

Taking flight

To fall once more.

Whole again,

To break again

Upon the jagged crags

Of an unsheltered life.

Chasing the Fairy #12

By: Gus Victoria

A ghost,

A spectre,

A feeble soul

Besmeared and befouled

Searching,

In toil shattered,

For a cosmic partner;

A soul not lost

In mind complete,

Joy near beheld,

Physical pleasure

Is known

Before all ecstasy

Is fully realized,

Plaintive cries

Thrown to the wind

In climactic embrace

Do little to bend

The iron will

Of selfish indulgence.

Chasing the Fairy #11

By: Gus Victoria

Merchants of madness,

Purveyors of untruth

Gleaned from tragedy,

Moving the mass,

Uneducated and unprotected

From hearts compassionate,

They abandon reason

As they feel the pain

Of death imposed

And future deposed.

With a sword in hand,

Pen in another.

And coin collected,

These merchants sell

Freshly bought grief.

I move only this ink

And collect no coin.

I sit as others stand.

I ponder as others move.

Chasing the Fairy #10

By: Gus Victoria

Is love hidden

If your eye cannot see,

For there she is,

Sight is a lie

That her warmth belies,

She is not cold to you

As your imagination insists,

As your words dictate.

She loves your smile

And your embrace,

Yet you wait,

For peace to come

Onto a battlefield

Of your own creation,

Your heart and mind belligerents,

Words and doubts soldiers,

Thoughts the ammunition,

She is the peacemaker

You chose to ignore,

Her love eases all

As your doubts fade,

A hot blade

Of truth and reason

Cuts through the curious treason

Of a heart hurt

And a mind disjointed.

She is a dream undreamt

For to see before

Is to not see at all.

Do not lose this gem,

You may live a king,

Or die a pauper

But tonight,

Just kiss her.

Chasing the Fairy #9

By: Gus  Victoria

A bird of a feather lost

On the path taken most

To a confession given freely

To him that asked.

A stranger hidden

From the truth given

On an empty plain

To sit on a barren pedestal

Of marble cold.

An inscription of gold

And the silken glance

Of the admiring youth

Give honor

Where ignorance is due.

Lack is surplus

When we worship

The lost empty space

Of unknown faithless frivolity.

God is greater than god

For man is more than men.

And woman mother of both. 

Chasing the Fairy #8

A slave to the night

Is gone with first light.

The bonds of darkness

Banished by the dawn,

She a harsh mistress

Jealous of the mystery given,

Hidden by that cloak of stars

That she in envy despises,

Oh that night were eternal,

Boundless joy for this nocturnal!

But the Sun must on its path tread

Burning the night away

For the sake of his sister

Who weakly, feebly makes the night

Her rival,

Dawn, for your survival,

The Morning slays the night.

Chasing the Fairy #7

By: Gus Victoria

Light!

A lover’s flame lit,

Fiery comfort

Of a charred memory

Encased in glass

Glowing brightly,

The way leading

To the lost gone

Wandering in wait.

Expectation of Desperation

For a thin faith fled.

They wait alone

Crowded in their solitude,

Pitied before loved,

Keepers and jailers,

Barriers to their own happiness,

Blind to the fire

Of Passion,

Slaves to desire

They cannot posses.

Chasing the Fairy #6

By: Gus Victoria

What joy does reside

The King and The Beggar Maid - Edmund Blair Leighton

In this heart, beside

All the hate in the world,

By your love is grown,

Its light is shone

To illuminate that world

On white silk wings unfurled

And a soul bared 

Beyond fear

And beyond reason

But with faith without treason,

I love you now

And I love for ever

The sun will cold shine

When with you

I no longer dine,

Marry me now

And I shall forget forever

And to you dedicate

A life eternal.

“Yes” you alone may say.

And for that ever shall I pray.

Chasing the Fairy #5

By: Gus Victoria

Indeed it is a sad truth

That love begets

Its share of regrets,

Though not in the loving

Should it be said

That our souls be dead,

It is in the loss

That we oft are prone to forget

The moments of joy

As we prefer the pain

Of love’s embrace lost.

We look back upon that

Fairytale time

To a fallacy known

And grown to a truth cherished:

That we were blameless;

Victims of an erratic

Callous heart.

Chasing the Fairy #4

By: Gus Victoria

The maw of the abyss unknown

Looks back at the wayward believer

Of things said

And things unproven

To this or any eye,

She looks upon a nude Adonis

As he sees a fallen Aphrodite,

Love made

Is fantasy given wing

For to fly to ends unknown.

Nothing is sacred between lovers shared,

For in darkness they hide

The truth of their passion.

They are as one once

And as one they depart.

Left alone they write of love

Separated they long for each other,

And each truth a lie uncovers.

Chasing the Fairy #3

By: Gus Victoria

An errant heart knows not

Its aim untrue,

An errant heart

Believes in all it should do,

It blunders about

In blind stampede

Toward a warm glow it feels,

It believes the lie

That clothes the majestic artifice

Of love gone by,

It bleeds poetic

Love’s aesthetic,

But does not see

The damage done

As it follows its own sun.

Chasing the Fairy #2

By: Gus Victoria

I am a revolutionary

Of heart and mind

In soul made one,

I am a student

Of a cosmic law

Still learning,

Still yearning,

I am a lover

Of unknown energies

And distant galaxies

Of mystery

And the light of knowledge,

I fail

At all I don’t do

But excel at what moves me

Because it moves me.

I know sex

But I adore love

I know her

But I love you,

And I chase the unknowable

That in the search

I may attain wisdom

For though love be mine,

Philosophy is my mistress.

Chasing the Fairy #1

By: Gus Victoria

Not quite the fairy I chase, but hot and green nonetheless!

The sweet essence of spring

In this is found;

A sweet tincture of all good

Given freely by true love’s

Fairy guide

And I doubly intoxicated

Look upon a future clear

Brought forth from

The limits of my mind

To the center of my soul,

Impossible to deny