November 30, 1975
12:15 a.m. 
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Fadeout
I grasp the waiting string of love
And dangle in abysses wide
I hope for searching glances sweet
And pray for emotion from her side.
I know I ask for what I get
I see the visions I invent
I always hope for unseen love
But clamor for the love in sight.
In a mirror glancing freely
Showing facets major living
Dreaming wanting holding close
The memories of darkest care
And I will ride the veil of love
To satisfy my whims of pride
Like those I often scorned before.
Is life asking too much to say
"Why can't I be loved"
And then when you are to be
Struck dumb with yours.
I cannot see how I can love
So, as I've predicted, I betray
deeds and trusting
And violate advances
And mark hours of retreats.
I cannot live like this
Making my whole life a joke
Manufacturing girlfriends at my leisure
And feeling so good with
Unparalleled conquests.
Life was easier in highschool
With those ever-tossed visions
of Rah-rahs in bed--
And now the visions are realities
And the love I searched for is
Lost
And I don't know how to turn it
off--
And I really don't want to somehow.
I learn the words to all the tunes
And scream in passion words of woe
I seem to like the situation
And break the hearts as on I go.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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