Along with reams of short stories, and longer attempts at fiction, I’ve written countless poems over the decades. The bulk were written in my teens and twenties and I literally have folders full of handwritten and typewritten compositions.

I’d been threatening to put a selection into print since the mid-90’s. I remember discussing it with an old girlfriend in ’95 but a number of things always seemed to stop me. Part of that was not really being sure if I wanted to share them with the world, part was never having the time to go through what was amounting to thousands of bits of paper – ranging from typed and formatted finished compositions to hand written stanzas on the back of paper bags, or anything I had at hand when inspiration hit.

A few years ago I finally got round to sorting out a collection and published them under the title “Wild Card Symphonies”. Consisting of three smaller volumes of my work, “Wild Card Symphonies”, “Cry To Me”, and “This Graveyard Heart”, the book totaled just over 120 poems. You can buy a copy (plug plug) through Lulu on one of the links at the bottom of the page if you like what you read and want to have more.

Embrace The Illusion

Embrace the illusion

As it’s offered to you

In sacrifice of innocence,

With the taste of a new dream

Still warm upon your lips.

It’s always the same,

It’s always different,

What must I do to be saved ?

–

Am I to be buried

In a tragedy that’s not mine ?

Am I to be reborn

Living a life of excuses

With bitterness flowing

From the faces of the holy,

And the violence of the truth,

When the truth is only lies.

–

Smell the fragrance

Of my corruption,

The temptations that led me astray,

The passions of others,

The fools that came before

Only leaving empty promises

And a graveyard of broken minds.

It’s always the same.

–

You pull away

From my embrace

Saying you believe in me,

While I say the truth

Is not what it should be.

And you deny my words as I turn away.

You say “It must not be”,

I say “I’m afraid it is”.

–

Embrace the illusion

As it’s offered to you

In sacrifice of innocence,

With the taste of a new dream

Still warm upon your lips.

It’s always the same,

It’s always different,

What must I do to be saved ?

When the truth is only lies.

(EMBRACE THE ILLUSION By A R J Abranson; 08-08-93/17:30 & 30-10-94/16:54)

My poetry anthology, Wild Card Symphonies, is available to buy now on Lulu in both Softcover and Dust Jacket Hardcover.

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