Were I lying broken at your feet
would you give me the precious breath of time?
Would you keep my shrunken shadow bathed in your heart's light?
am I a priceless piece in the tapestry of your being
or.......a rather profane lie that rears its darkness with empty smiles and hollow sentiment
would you step over my shame as I beseeched kindness
A weakening strangled voice calling out names i thought you may remember
Friend.......Brother........Sister...........
Would the deafening echoes be my only solace?
Monday, November 29, 2010
Passion
Is this love?
As I lay here temple laid bare for your eyes
Vulnerable to your touch
unable to breathe as your essence permeates my existance
Portals to your soul open
......and yet I remain unseeing
the Song of your smile and sorrows remains silent
unthinking thoughts of desire
climb distant peaks leaving doubt behind
lighting quick I ...am lost in we
our wholes halved in an effort to be complete
then quickened pulses cool and peaks descend
we becomes me and us becomes you
portals close and songs remain unsung
I lay here nakedbefore my thoughts
Is this freedom?
As I lay here temple laid bare for your eyes
Vulnerable to your touch
unable to breathe as your essence permeates my existance
Portals to your soul open
......and yet I remain unseeing
the Song of your smile and sorrows remains silent
unthinking thoughts of desire
climb distant peaks leaving doubt behind
lighting quick I ...am lost in we
our wholes halved in an effort to be complete
then quickened pulses cool and peaks descend
we becomes me and us becomes you
portals close and songs remain unsung
I lay here nakedbefore my thoughts
Is this freedom?
Visceral Bliss
Engaged….heated visceral conflict
Our breath comes in short quick sighs
Lungs fight to possess vitality
Hearts pulse with life’s urgency and frantic purpose
What purposeful terror is this that clutches us?
Pursued by the wrath of a mad spirit
In the aftermath, perspiration……. our pulse still races
A lingering scent of deadly beauty caresses our thoughts
Soft viscous silhouettes etched permanently in shared memory
Mouths dry and lacking words to describe our tormenter
And then……thoughtless cardiac bliss
Endless mortality
Our breath comes in short quick sighs
Lungs fight to possess vitality
Hearts pulse with life’s urgency and frantic purpose
What purposeful terror is this that clutches us?
Pursued by the wrath of a mad spirit
In the aftermath, perspiration……. our pulse still races
A lingering scent of deadly beauty caresses our thoughts
Soft viscous silhouettes etched permanently in shared memory
Mouths dry and lacking words to describe our tormenter
And then……thoughtless cardiac bliss
Endless mortality
Mother Time
WE BEGAN AS THE BEST OF FRIENDS
OUR FUTURE INTERTWINED FOR AN ETERNITY
MY FEATURES A REFLECTION OF OUR SOFT REALITY
MY INNOCENT EYES SHADED BY THE ROSY LENSES OF YOUR LOVE
WITH THE WAX AND WANE OF SEASONS WE CHANGED BEFORE EACH OTHERS EYES
AS MY APPRECIATION OF OUR EVERY MOMENT TOGETHER BLOOMED YOU SEEMINGLY FORSOOK OUR LOVE
AS I YEARNED TO HOLD YOU FROZEN IN MY ARMS AND SHARE THE SAME LOVE WE ONCE SHARED
......MY FEELINGS WERE UNREQUITED
YEARNING TO REVIVE OUR FADED GLORY AND IN RETURN............ RECIEVING NOTHING
GONE LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT LEAVING A SMOTHERING SILENCE.... BROKEN ONLY BY WHISPERS ON A BREEZE OF WHAT ONCE WAS
MY ONCE SOFT FEATURES NOW CHISELED INTO SEVERE MEMOIRS
AND YET ......STILL YOU LEND ME A POISE AND GRACE WHICH BAFFLES THE SEEMING IMPENDING DECREPITUDE OF OUR RELATION
YOUR LESSONS SUCCOR THE DEPTHS OF MY HUMANITY
UNENCUMBERED SENSES WITH BUT A FAINT ANACHRONISTIC ROSEY SCENT ILLUMINE BEING IN VERITY
IN THE WISE FINALITY OF OUR MORTAL EMBRACE I EXHALE AN ENLIGHTENED SIGH
WE ARE THE EMMINENCE OF EXISTANCE
OUR FUTURE INTERTWINED FOR AN ETERNITY
MY FEATURES A REFLECTION OF OUR SOFT REALITY
MY INNOCENT EYES SHADED BY THE ROSY LENSES OF YOUR LOVE
WITH THE WAX AND WANE OF SEASONS WE CHANGED BEFORE EACH OTHERS EYES
AS MY APPRECIATION OF OUR EVERY MOMENT TOGETHER BLOOMED YOU SEEMINGLY FORSOOK OUR LOVE
AS I YEARNED TO HOLD YOU FROZEN IN MY ARMS AND SHARE THE SAME LOVE WE ONCE SHARED
......MY FEELINGS WERE UNREQUITED
YEARNING TO REVIVE OUR FADED GLORY AND IN RETURN............ RECIEVING NOTHING
GONE LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT LEAVING A SMOTHERING SILENCE.... BROKEN ONLY BY WHISPERS ON A BREEZE OF WHAT ONCE WAS
MY ONCE SOFT FEATURES NOW CHISELED INTO SEVERE MEMOIRS
AND YET ......STILL YOU LEND ME A POISE AND GRACE WHICH BAFFLES THE SEEMING IMPENDING DECREPITUDE OF OUR RELATION
YOUR LESSONS SUCCOR THE DEPTHS OF MY HUMANITY
UNENCUMBERED SENSES WITH BUT A FAINT ANACHRONISTIC ROSEY SCENT ILLUMINE BEING IN VERITY
IN THE WISE FINALITY OF OUR MORTAL EMBRACE I EXHALE AN ENLIGHTENED SIGH
WE ARE THE EMMINENCE OF EXISTANCE
Icy Fortress
To the world my head stays high
Battered by life and left for dead
Hopeful eyes ever look to the dark night sky
I am a fortress unassailable by the troubles of man
Inhumane stoic, bred by frigid existence
Cold forbidding solitary stone
Denying asylum to strangers in the night
Away from superfluous being
Away from the minute cracks lining the icy façade
The tiniest glimmers of humanity and weakness
I am a fortress unassailable by the warmth of man
Windows to the soul fogged with unshed tears
Resolutely upward gazing in hopes of basking in one sweet sunrise
Battered by life and left for dead
Hopeful eyes ever look to the dark night sky
I am a fortress unassailable by the troubles of man
Inhumane stoic, bred by frigid existence
Cold forbidding solitary stone
Denying asylum to strangers in the night
Away from superfluous being
Away from the minute cracks lining the icy façade
The tiniest glimmers of humanity and weakness
I am a fortress unassailable by the warmth of man
Windows to the soul fogged with unshed tears
Resolutely upward gazing in hopes of basking in one sweet sunrise
Redundant Shouting Whisper
I am a poet! I scream in a muted voice
I lash together recalcitrant letters attempting to bare my humanity
I scream as loud as humanly possible into howling gusts of wind hoping they will carry my gospel to hearing ears
I avoid the chilling truth that... despite my hoarse throat and ragged soul.. My words have met oblivion
A poet whose words stare into the abyss
Lighthouse
From my lofty solitary perspective from a mist shrouded beacon I wonder
When my eyes close.... in these fleeting moments, does the spark i see in the world momentarily wink out of existence..
There is no one to hear the beauty which my soul etches on my mind eye
Will I forever be the cold flickering light breathing warmth and hope into travelers in the night
With only callous waves to reach my rocky shore
A proud towering lone regent perusing my domain
Possessing with my gaze the earth, seas and stars
A melancholy kingdom to behold with naught but a soul weary citizen
Gargoyle
Here I sit perched atop passersby
The world moves like a blur around me
I sit pensive and stoic in spite of life
My frozen expressions scream as though they long to join the colorful blur
My hideous countenance turn all but the most observant eyes away
Hidden, my glorious spirit still lives
Labels:
Depression,
Gargoyle,
Hope,
Melancholy,
Poetry,
Stone
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