Life, dreams, goals, Love binds us, passions drive us... thru a poem.

Love for a dream, a successful climax to a life well lived, perhaps over and again, and some feel as if their love would better kill them then fail or let it go.

Love of success and the desire for it, above all things, and the heartbreak of failure if you do not succeed. Heartbroken by failure, dreams unfulfilled, some die in sadness when they still should be thrilled.

Success or Failure

You let me down

my lovely dear,

my dare for you

still holds.

Release me from this life I live

and let me move along.

The challenges I have ahead,

Indeed could leave behind,

for I can’t do this by myself

thus dare, I could be gone.

What is the point? I ask myself.

So often when I’m crazed,

I seem to think there is a chance,

but clearly, I am dazed.

I love you dear

and close to hear,

I hold you without fear.

I know that I live on and on

even if I am not near.

Indeed the story would live on,

If ended with such grace

as a blade slipped in beneath my ribs,

then gone without a trace.

The dagger sharpened to cut quickly ,

the painless stab so swift,

the stroke from left to right

then pulled,

with a shutter as I lift.

The blood that flows out quickly,

the gasps for one last breath,

the “leaving” as I have before

in so many paths to death.

I wonder at the way it comes,

each time is different still.

In love I take my own life,

a life I live for thrills.

I came with purpose,

Yet I know,

Success will not be found.

It is the journey

not the race,

the goal is life,

another round.

I run so fast I know I miss

the love I want, the passing kiss.

Yet every time I come to Be,

I look for you once more to see.

The smile, the look, the touch Wii Love.

The chance to hold you for a while.

The thought that Wii may share and dream,

those things that aren’t quite what they seem.

Alas my lovely,

the time is near.

Please take the dare

I have no fear.

If your job here is to do thus,

Then I am here to grant success.

I shed my armor!

Sheath my sword.

My breastplate opened

dagger drawn,

I dare you now

before the dawn.

Love me,

hate me,

Take me out!

Is that what this is all about?

If so then let us get it done.

No reason to destroy such fun.

Come to Heart and cut it out,

perhaps that’s what it’s all about?

Alas, I do not know for sure.

I am a poet, not much more.

I love you sweets and wish you well.

My time here Heaven, mixed with Hell.

Why would Wii come,

except to love,

with a passion to create?

An artist in the life Wii form,

that help create our world.

Please le me lead you if I may,

around the house built from the clay

of bodies once they had been used,

with water dust they can be fused.

Bio-formed and new shapes are given

to bodies that I lived in,

left behind to gather microbes,

in the winds that brought

them all back home.

Once the Old Man forms the houses,

stained glass windows are his choice.

A chapel not,

but more a temple

left behind

a former of voice.

Brad W. Kittel

Some time past

when success and failure ruled my life, '

my love that could not last.