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

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

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