“If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love”
~Thich Nhat Hanh
JD on ice, small talk and ashtrays,
mindless conversation,
you’re just a castaway,
on this sea of life, without a chart.
Your darting eyes throw furtive glances,
your emptiness
takes crazy chances,
while trying to feed your hungry heart.
Your heart is a lonely hunter
stealing softly in the night
weaving through the world of ones,
in the morning taking flight.
Your heart is a lonely hunter
desperation with an appetite,
a soul paralyzed with fear,
in a world of black and white,
So much love, so much passion
you’ve got so much to give,
but still you ration,
while trying to feed your hungry heart.
Who knows why, you’ve just stopped asking,
questions that would free you
from a world of grasping,
while trying to feed your hungry heart.
You step right over love
while reaching for a heartache,
with loneliness tugging at your sleeve,
You try to rise above
sometimes it’s just too hard to fake,
makes you question everything that you believe.
makes you question everything that you believe.
Your heart is a lonely hunter
stealing softly in the night
weaving through the world of ones,
in the morning taking flight.
Your heart is a lonely hunter,
desperation with an appetite,
a soul paralyzed with fear,
in a world of black and white.
JD on ice, small talk and ashtrays,
mindless conversation,
you’re just a castaway,
on this sea of life, without a chart.
Your darting eyes throw furtive glances,
your emptiness
takes crazy chances,
while trying to feed your hungry heart.
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2002
Author Notes
The “life of the party” yet below this veneer the loneliest soul on the planet. We have all seen them sitting at a bar and other places where self imposed abandonment waits on the bottom of an empty glass. You lonely hunters display an inexplicable and insatiable appetite for distorted versions of love to feed that life sucking tape worm that dwells within your hungry heart.
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