Monday, May 30, 2011

Its Why

Its like a knob that won’t turn. Its a match that won’t
burn. Its the tune you can’t unlearn. Its the tear weld
and held that will not cry. Its the sad of our last goodbye.
Its the who of our why. Its this breath I am taking. Its this
poem I am making. Its this hurts aching.

It is about you I am speaking. Its the missing you part
we are now reading. Written here by my hearts pleading.
Told to it by my needing. Sorrow becomes our new
greeting, keeping us from meeting. Still dreams have
us achieving. Hope tricks me with believing. Your
memory’s lure deceiving. Me regretting leaving.

Days are longest when heights of thoughts fail to peak
and we fall around me. Turning to glances of romance,
my dreams perpetuate longed for beliefs. Stolen by me.
Now replaced with grief, aiding the sufferance of this
foolish thief, who seeks forgiveness and begs relief.

Half myself a part of pleasure, arrested in this gloomy
measure. The culprit of my displeasure. He writes this
burying my hearts treasure. Casting affections aside
like worn out collections. Sending togetherness off in
two different directions. Thus his lovelornness, keeping
me bereft. Loneliness undergoes corrections caused by
self inflictions from this shallow lovers depth.

Rounds of travels repeated, and like a race want only their
finish. They begin and end with the sounded gavels lay.
To my hearts dismay sentencing me everyday. Ordered
to wander aimlessly and feel then need. There to remain
empty aloof an morose. Silhouetted as if a ghost.
Cast as a lonely soul that’s unable to be made whole.

Maddened passions I hide. This episode laid aside.
Turning to flee, I fall over the edge of reason tumbling
down into me. Inward a storm of clouded desire builds
around the emptiness. From the sorrowed joy of solitude,
I reach the point leading to the sole answer for this romancer:
To begin again. Stopping the nightmare of loves, perpetual
end.

The prelude to this servitude in attitude lessens with
the lasting loss of you. Made innocent by our doing.
Made young when new. Made wrong when through.
Captured as a melody that’s played as a hurt. The beats
to each measure pulse in me as I place this here to us.

Righting our past trials. Its unlike an end, but more a path
that’s ahead of me, and on it I can see these words. As I
go they are left behind to soothe other fallen travelers, by
punishing the meek and trying the weak and giving voice
to those too ill with, “its” innocence of conscience to speak.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Shhh Angel

In times coldness those parts
of you lost to us, could keep me
in this moment wishing for
then, again.

Then again, this is what
we will come to know as the
merits of what we have become.
Apart -together. Like a storm
passed, we crash.

We crash down soaking us
with this now. This and
you thru me my heavenly
gal. Placed as trials while
we try, you type a *sigh*.

A *sigh* placed by your
fingers answers the why.
Say your name, play the
game. Now mine type it
the same. Shhh angel.

Shhh angel, have we been
this and felt here before?
Bbl we can talk some more.
Until then: Us and doing this
again the benefits of which
will be our then. You an him.

You an him or him and you.
Chased ? Caught? Sought?
Should you have fought?
Has your passion through
kindness been bought?

Been bought with wonder!
The doubts are placed asunder.
Tastes sweet here we meet.
Familiar greetings you seek.
When missed they loom bleak.

Loom bleak stirring you, mixing
words making a delicacy for two.
Shared for what catches us off to
know now, as we have never been.
Carrying reaches for our fondness
filled fate.

Filled fate flowing calm ; but then
we too share sorrows anchor, moored
here while we drift around blue.
Soon your beauty will shine through
a gift of lighted warmth. So it is to us,
seeming true I end leaving this for you.

For you. As the day draws near
to its end I wait patiently for another
to begin. Memories past lay close
at hand while thinking of you and
the morning to come. I long for the
rush of our meeting again. I hasten
to come here feeling it when, I know
we shall part to return once again
as new days must start and old
nights must end.



Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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Yes you should get the pain from
this! Like waves splashing, then
leaving you covered in me, dripping
with us. Living in our broken trust.

The thoughts of nice unfrozen
from your hearts ice, now frolic
in my mind. While in me still rains
with cries of why.

Cast alone as a player in a dream.
Hazy scenes rush up directing me.
I walk from here to where? Shimmers
of bright flick about, some heavy most
light, floating and darting feeding you
all around me lifting hurts wistful prowl.

Your perfume like doves land around
me as you near. Soft comforting
hands touch into the worn lonely hole
once my beings whole. Then fall warm
flakes of glow showering everything
around me and covering it, with the
season of your beauty, a wonderland
for two.

Hurts gone past. Where pains of love
can never last. Every whisper moves
the leaves and the grass, our voices
like winds blow. Breezes are the words
we speak. Their sound these praises
from me.

Wished for and hoped of, slowly I
lose the want from your love. When
my fantasy leaves me like a drug.
Truth dawns the horizon of now
and floods in like mornings blinding
light I feel it everywhere reaching me
and chasing your memory away, like
night being replaced by day.