Two moons rising over a darkened field
The energy love brings also has dangers for you to yield…
The rolling fog creeps slowly. Or is it standing still?
As all the people stare in awe at the sky, watching the ominous thrill

The moons are crescent, inching, crimson with glow
The meaning behind the couple, they will never know
As the township, entranced, fall fast asleep...
The grim enigma begins to reap.

It is like there are two parts, the watched and the watcher
The watcher seeing a struggle to find love
An essential ingredient to happiness and self fulfillment

You have constructed a wall impenetrable by most everyone
Built for protection to keep others out, but why
Like a bird with an injured wing I observe you flapping about

Flailing at some unknown enemy or force in defiance or defense
A look of utter scorn scowling across such a delicate tender face
One that could be touched gently like a light breeze by a suitor

Oh they have tried, your outer beauty a draw like honey
I too know the inner beauty you harbor safely in the bay of hope
Away from the rough seas of life where hurt and pain lurk

Alas frustration mounts as the dueling enigmas duke it out
Like a ring with two combatants competing to best the other
A hard fought battle that may see neither a winner, a draw no less

Leaving pugilists exhausted and feeling no less loved or cared about
An outsider peeping into a window to the soul of a future lover
That can be seen but not touched like in a dream

You were a Capricorn.
You told me those typically clicked with Virgos.
You put a lot of faith in horoscope factoids like that.

You wrote in all caps often, but
you were never yelling out of anger.
You were just an enthusiastic person.

You had a boyfriend.
You loved him a lot and the feelings were mutual.
You always liked to tell me about the funny things he said.

You had cancer.
You managed to keep that secret from me for a long time, but
you never stopped believing that you could beat it.

You were a broken soul.
You had been torn apart by your family and your disease and
you never wanted to accept help from your friends.

You were an enigma.
You never told me what the matter was and
you disappeared before I could figure out what was going on.

You came back, but
you came at a bad time and before I could say goodbye,
you had already left me your final parting words:

“I’ll see you after life.”

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She is a Vulcan
Part Seductress
Part Enigma

She will lure you into her sphere
The sound of her music a trap
You’re unaware of its allure

Like a kiss that captivates your heart
Leaving you wondering is this madness
Until caught in its entanglement

You ask how did I get here
Why was I such easy prey
When will I learn

Yet again shopping around
The fractals have led you wrong
Is this self sacrifice you ponder

Led down a garden path
Betrayed by yearnings thought pure
Her crown like a shiny object reels you in

Her lipstick captivates you
Her eyes like a gravitational pull
Her horns pierce your heart

Like a cigarette burn left unattended
The wound festers like an assassin
Until it feels like a lobotomy

It is only as the poison spreads that you realize
It was all a game to bring on a revolution
Vengeance the end goal

She is an artist vying for your love
Throwing gasoline on our passion
As if struck by lightning the reverberation hits

There is a lesson to be learned
But what
And is it too late

Andreas Simic©

Crecí rodeado de leyendas urbanas
De pesadillas y demonios,
de mundos imaginarios que aun no
he logrado describir.

Me he ahogado con fantasmas
he charlado con los monstruos
más temibles de mi autoria
y me he nombrado creador
de lo oscuro y solitario.

Soy, soy y soy...
pero hoy me he lanzado
a la luz para contar historias
de un universo nacido
de la mente de un niño
callado.
Me he convencido de que
mis monstruos son más
humanos que gente que conozco.

También me he dado cuenta
de que la vida esta para aprender,
sentir y disfrutarla, pero más importante aun
compartirla atrás vez de letras, imagines y charlas.

Y que mis fantasías y las de los demás no podrían
haber sido más que experiencias y versiones alternas
de nuestra verdad.

Loving you;
the most selfish
And the most selfless deed I ever did.?
Love is indeed an enigma.