Wishes Don't Happen on 11/11

I know, it's been a very long time.

So dust off your eyes and look to the screen once more, for love has me writing again.

I hope you enjoy, and please savour the moment.

Because I feel that it will be a while until this voice speaks again.

Inspired by the works of Shakespeare, a girl and how sometimes, things just don't work out.

Wishes Don't Happen on 11/11

Ever since my first yearning breaths in this world

I have been told, by both the young and old

That the heart is the wisest and strongest

Of all that a man will ever possess

Ever since I could listen and hear,

People, pictures, strangers and friends have said

That one must heed to his heartly desires

Above and amidst, the roaring whipsers

Of reason and logic, as their guidance

compares not with the immutable cry

Of the infinite truth that lies within,

the yearning dark cavern of a man's chest

Ever since I could look forth and see

My eyes were bedazzled, with the beautiful vision

That one must follow what he sees as true

That which he hears as the voice of his heart

For love does conquer all and everything else

For the dim light of a man's beating heart

Can light up the greatest chasms of dark

So I listened and watched, I understood

That all that did matter was love, love, love

So the voices of reason and logic

Promptly silenced themselves, lending their ears

To the beating commands my heart did shout

And I chased and I caught what I searched for

But there were no fireworks, no hip hip hoorays

Just jealousy, sadness and copius pain

Soon as I thought, I'd finished the puzzle

The world came and threw it out of my hands

As soon as the final piece did fall in

Everything did so quickly fall apart

My friends and my brothers, those of my blood

Did cease to speak, opting to give instead

a painful treatment of silent detest

I'd walk past my brother, he'd walk past me

And we'd stare at the ground, not looking up

Him not wanting to see the man

that had taken what was rightfully his

I not wanting to see his eyes

For they would have been brimming with rage

And it was then as I stared at the ground

That I really did see, what love had done

And as I sat alone in my silence

I heard the fruits of my own hearts advice

I stared and I saw, I listened and heard

I looked and my friends were not there

Just pity and consolation from kind mouths

So I then closed my eyes, listened instead

But none of my brothers did speak to me

And it was within this piercing silence

That I heard my head say, its first wise words

"Why the hell did you listen to him?"

For whilst my heart beats strong, and much louder

Than the tiny voices in my vex'd skull

I shall cease to listen to its pulsing

and allow the voice of my mind to guide me

For the voice of my mind gives good counsel

And the voice of my heart only gives pain

And so forth, I then did come to decide

That the dead weight of my humanity

Shall give way to invincilibility

So with this statement I have come to say

That I renounce, reject and relinquish

the dumb advice of the voice in my chest

Though I am hoping that perhaps one day,

he'll speak and have something worthwhile to say

But until then, I will cease to listen