Loving one and holding another
What was it about the heart you
Were unable to bear
Living with wounds that run deep
In a revelation you have
No need for another
Cut off at the knees
Forever broken heart, pieces inside
Holding tight to false pretense
Of his false promises
Confessions in the dark take place
Of sweet pillow talk moments of surrender
Putting greatest fear in motion
Set aflame with burning disappointments
What was once thought to be a God given angel
To rectify all the men who could not reconcile the shortcomings of selfish entitlement
Today, a crossroads intercedes
Revealing that those were only childish and foolish dreams
Foolish hearts and deceiving minds
Desires to rewind paths to have never crossed that dark and slow moving turn that night
How do lovers hold hands of several
Kiss the lips of two
Whisper words of many
To share your life and body with her
Reveals your heart belongs only to transient ambition of selfish desires
Strumming at the chords of tattered heart strings
Sad songs of crushed tomorrows
A castle built in the sand
Washed away with the tides that could not be overcome
Sinking slowly to the high waters
Constructed words of no secrets, no lies
Fears of falling short
Became reality in a quick instance
Begging for forgiveness from a heart reluctant to give
Drink away the memories
Wash away the sin
When will the silence come
From all the noise and chaos within
When will the images stop tormenting me in these places of despair
Waking up alone is better than waking up in arms that hold another in unfriendly places
The cave is deep now with no light shining through
Bestowed by the lover that sleeps with another
Overturned leaves fall for the season's changing in place
Yet the sun is warm and light filtering through offering the only comfort from what was once a promising future
A once barren floor cluttered in disarray
For one lover's heart, Her body became the great exchange.
The Dichotomy of Two
Incessant Riposte
If forever is a promise and never a lie
If never is the promise than forever a lie
Heed the tongue which lay so heavy with emptiness
And seek only the mirrors from the hearts of piety
Just a souvenir on your shelf
Polished with silent, glimmering infidelities
All your lies outlined with white
Restructuring the frame of delicate lives
There must be solace from the violent breaks of tides
Waiting on the dawn and break of day
For sight of relief in all your shades of gray
The salt on skin once bitter, now smooth to touch
The edges worn from the storms but the inside reveals rough
Giving new life rescued from the tundra’s of disappointing love
A flash in the night, bows beak and hearts take flight
Exchanges of swords and projecting rites
The wars raging within too strong to be contained
Seeking for truth, understanding beyond peripheral broken picture frames
Knowing now our attempts were too weak
For the wells we sprung ran deep
Hands frantically trying to mend
Nervously abating those words that would be said in the end
Understanding the purpose in pain, seeking answers
Without playing victim to regretful ransoms
Vindicated from the mouth of dirty lifeless hands
This was not the beginning
This is not the end.
Wrote Summer of 2008
Midnight Trains and Revelations
Moments of past take me to surrender
Greater times of smiles wide
Colored images are fading to black and white
Like an found photograph with sepia burnt pages
Honesty not enough to fill the rage
Holding patterns of silhouette images
A divide of heart and mind arise
Doubt succumbs the encumbered heart
Hopes crashed on the ragged rocks edge
No conclusion of answer
Who was the liar
Who told us we were one
Should I be okay to go my own way
When do you let go and when do you fight to hold
All the things we hold hope to and aspire for strong
Falter to reality of reconciled indifference
Some things will never measure to the pedestal in which we are placed
Regret never holds the trophy to the epitome of things lost
Images hold smiling eyes and endearing trust of future
Where do you lie in the chaos
Alone, aside, beside, alone in a wrecked halo of misty repose
Selling souls for a glimpse of love
With pain blinding all the angels
Sweet innocent embrace
Tears shed and hearts that bled
Childhood friends reincarnated
Fingertips a brush of promise
Dreams alive ….
To rectify all the yesterdays in tomorrow
The Revelation of a Kiss
Dreams of nuzzled embraces, warm chest to cheek
Like the swept traces sweeping golden wheat strands and tips a brush
Waves of gold and amber flecks, molding forms
Between Us
Reflective images in mirrored words that spill over the corners of stark pages
Dancing off linear ledges into reserved spaces
Drunken with the honey on lips soft to touch
A promise frozen in time, on the tip of tongue and sweet breath
Rendering a portrait of ambitious rebirth
Stolen from the childlike occupations of love
Dancing shadows of imagery move through concealed passion
Slow motion movements reveal true intention
A song, sweet in carrying winds
That covers the nimble of her curve and his bend
A locket that encapsulates the gift
The revelation in the first kiss.
My Muse
May 15, 2009 - Friday
My Muse...a dream of 9
Current mood:grateful for love's abiding reconciliation
Category: Writing and Poetry
MY MUSE
The Dawn that kisses the dusk a bidden farewell
The songs of gentle untold rainbows clutched and hidden within Love's spell
Dandelions that catch the lofty winds giving way to purpose in it's creation
Tiny fingers grasp the very vibrancy surrounding the agile soul in it's relation
A lovers hand, folded and cupped in grace
Fog, gaps and voids of space
Shores of sand plunge into the depths of salted foam of crashing waves
As night is to day and sun is to rain
Each thing was called before the other frame
Completion and purpose both riding on one another
Growing before, harnessed shapes of complexed circumvolution spun delicately upon her
Like threads of silk, the chalice flesh and tongue and cheek of face
Infinite circles moving through cellular activity into organisms creating the gift of EMBRACE
When perched highly upon pedestals of unrealistic drawls
It is no wonder we should plummet to depths beyond heaven's wings of breaking falls
They leave words not unspoken to the thief of the night's cruel intention
But give thoughts to the words evoked in the heart's to reckon
From the depths of softly mettled summer puddles to the air above the stark moon's solidarity
It shows kindness rippling corollary in clandestine equality
It is free from narcissism, arrogance and hate
Challenging each movement as critical to the outcome of their fate
Licking the salt from each others abstruse wounds
Love finds solace striking the chords in the healing of new tune
Feathering Wings growing veins
From fingertips to halos grace their love reigns
Free from sufferings of life impaired by clamorous concert
In HUMILITY you have shown me the sublime invert
Like speckled clusters spiraling eccentric raves
Bursting into still pools of deep blue waves
If we should allow our bodies to do what our hands do in prayer
For my angel of mercy has mimicked himself in forms fashioned of rare
Like Braille is to the blind, your love language resonates beyond all realms
Speaking volumes to my soul, grasping volumes of gallant veils
A tourniquet of love arrests to the source of insult
Healing touches ornate the flesh where once hands laid there careless assault
For others it is more vigorous than empathy
Clotting the deplorable affliction of suffering
Gentle demur and softly spoken whispers of heavenly migration
Ascending only onto the throne of palms clasped in COMPASSION, disregard of regulation
Fire, flames in passion dancing, growing and wicking the well of tears
The dance of two steps, wavering between fragile minds and dreadful fears
With the words that broke silence as he spoke from darkness into light
A once anxious bird no longer seeking to take flight
His hands are warm and gentle with promise
His tongue soft with mindful caresses of a harsh word's amiss
Wounds of deep brim over with consecration
A dream repaired and painted brighter beyond her feeble imagination
Warm whispers through the darkness, weeping milk and honey
Licking the dew of brooding fixation over the once weak and lonely
Pining the clusters of renewed promise upon the branch they were plucked
Cognizant of the arrow of LOVE in which one was struck
A symphony of light envelops its on lookers
Masking and consuming it's audience of players of kings and their jesters
A culminating vibrancy
Pulsating crowns of glory
Palpitating rhythms of patterns and color
Displaying in all its magnificent wonder
Feet pound the pavement
Hearts break the stroke of mundane golden bands of engravement
When the dusk blankets the day
The sounds resonate from the dirt, reminding of it's intent to not give way
The beat of the heart still setting pace for it's withered rosary
A shrill of hues saturate the canvas of ENERGY
Unscathed and whole, delicate lace of porcelain skin
The bubbles that we watched in awe, chased and burst in the wind
Drunken with a mother's milk sweet upon the aperture
Reveling in the world turning into itself, manifesting purpose in her harbor
Beyond the age of reason
Embracing the growth of each saunter's season
Garments of silk to burlap and burlap to cashmere
Reclaiming his right of passage once robbed in another to be rediscovered in her
Baptized in the murder's blunder of infinite sin
Reconciled and brought forth in reclaiming of INNOCENCE because of him
Defense is paper thin
With what was once broken is made whole again
Free from the footholds of imprisoning pain
Simply released, apostatized from his deceitful reign
Wings given to wilderness angels
Smooth as ravens wings upon delicate skin of curves and caramel angles
Doing with what one seeks to do in darkness in the light of eyes
Chase and capture, harness and memorize
Attributed to the strong for the weak seek only pasts kiss of death
Where love and mercy are buried in the burden of the mother's breast
It is for the delicate and slight, we must remember their preservation and innocence
Allowing the past to settle like dust and only embrace the tomorrows of FORGIVENESS
Souls and hearts that seek only charity in which to be bound
With resolute to not spill seed at the nipping heels of the relentless ground
Shadows dotted along the walk growing taller into migration of one
Sweetly reconciled flesh teeming with the lips that parted, for there true love once begun
Hours seemingly melting into days, folding into weeks
With more than our words did we learn to speak
Eyes exchanging glances and nuzzles upon noble stances
With only candlelight to illuminate the ways for the understood tearing down of valiant ransoms
Sweetly abated breath shallow in perfection upon my neck
It is with your melody my soul gives way to freckled kaleidoscoped flecks
It is in each other's comprehension of vulnerability that
We may dignify and set forth the fire to our INTIMACY
From one fishbowl to another
New perspective on perspective
Counting 4 leaf clovers
The humming summoning me to your side in spite of the miles
Spawning of new covenants exchanged with the corners of smiles
Giving new breath of hope to once barren envisions
He has sewn seeds of vivacity with articulate precision
Each thing growing and unfolding before us
Evolving and changing its perpetual discourse
An evolution of adaptation
Pursuant of evolving alteration
The infant's cries to the last breath before our stone graves
Seceding LIFE and it's fleeting conducive discord of bows and waves
The Barley House
The Barley House
Smiles exchanged, hands entwined, lips soft to touch
Pieces in this puzzle placed on the table for child’s play
The souls that crashed next to the multi-colored layers at our feet
Leaving naked truths to expose the delicate disappointments
Songs of sorrow embraced in gaze
Crimsoned cheeks nipping the estuary of lucidity
Moments stolen beneath the fast moving sky
Rain danced on hollow panes as we moved in and out of intimacy
Primal, pure, permission to feel innocence and freedom
Enveloped and clothed in your fragrance
Locked into your dreams, as clear as the mirror reflecting you
Raising Phoenix, stone fruits on the tongue, soft blankest of our love
Awakening spring, golden glistened skin moist with summer’s kiss
Brings seasons of change in our love slumber
Can pieces be mended to patch the gaps of space between your heart and mine
Longing for the March of new love and greater times
What's Left of Me
What’s Left of Me
Navigating storms
Treading waters
Calm and fierce riptides
Washed ashore, standing on the edge of the deep end
Gauging temperatures and temperament
Lost and found in you again
No map to guide all the places you hide
Reality of the nothingness that exist
What was shows no comforting familiarity
Time only reveals the little lies
Monumental to accepting fates of parting shapes
Our words faltering in half hearted exchange
Eyes have closed, hearts crashing at the soles of our being
Striking the ground, we try to wash our dirty hands of the sin
Breeding places of mistrust
Reflecting on greener eyes that held and studied
Silhouetted flowers admired in the dusk
A brush of warmth with soft whispers of adoration
To the stark backdrop of your disappearing acts
Punctured, paper cutouts framed in uncertainty
Obstacles, roadblocks and hazardous warnings in your actions
Pushing squeaky peddles in frozen time, circling chaos of repetitive patterns
The poisonous bordered embrace
Upon toxic lips of fake intimacy
Replaying the images in mind
Bodies collide and take place on their own side
Salt of tears to sea
Resurrecting what you left of me.
The Fallout
The Fallout
The world we enter now
Cold and unfamiliar sounds
The bad that materializes from good people
Wreaking havoc on the human souls
Of what was once righteous and pure
Holds only wounded hearts pierced with abrasive words
When permission is given to no longer forgive
The disappointment rides on waves of rage
The prison we force upon ourselves
Caged hearts wild with primal stake
An impenetrable force field of ugly truths
A frozen ground in the solitude of spring
Slumbering hearts return to familiar places
Fragments displayed of worn in comfort
On a silhouette to the favorite immersion of memory
The beauty of your naked flesh against blinding rays
Lips drunken with greater dreams and fragile hopes
Became a ceiling of woven webs, absent of earth barren roots
Delicate prey of our broken promises
Cycle in the ghost of us
The fallout
Falling back into snapshots recorded
The reel plays unrelenting regret
Hearts should have been sewn at the stitches we thread
Only a canvas lingering of tattered and torn arrangement
With question left to mend
The pull of gravity
Running into stone walls of concrete silence
The victim of the lost love we mistreated
Tears won’t bring back the touch of two hands in one heart
Dying to the apparition of a lover and friend
Chasing Pavements
A song of growth as in innate as our human nature
Like rays dancing on pads of green graces...toying with echoes of
silent laughter
Summoning waves of bellowing displace, ebb and flow of enchantment
Punctuated in movement with passion and fear
A sweet composure of growth and experience
Like tufts of dandelion outlining the very traces we fail to recognize
Plucking and strumming the chords of simple things like sunshine upon
our face
Our days are not but full of gray
Recently, I witnessed a double rainbow captured beyond cubicles that
can't replicate the effort of a day
The sounds resonate from the warmth of rounded heels strike porcelain each morning in
the quiet arousal of play
Doors shutter quietly, adding comfort to the rigorous efforts of
vulnerable engagement
A mirror, reflection, things once flawless can appear unkempt.
An anomaly depending on ability to see greater things and gifts of
discontent
Not for successes of the golden laden ladders sought
For instinct hungers the beacon of truth; patterned light
Languid language of fluid ambition
Storms have weathered a shore and this is no exception we will weather
once more
Hope believes for the strong but Faith keeps you were you Belong.
Paper Tongues
Black and White
Linear Words
White and Black
Responsibility Falls
Between the Cracks
Weaving ridges of broken vessels
Black and White
Lacking any true insight
If we see ourselves as other define us
White and Black
Whispers settled on the bone of our back
Do we erect or disappear
Do we believe in lies or fact
Black and White
Where is the color seeping
From the depths of the soul we are bleeding
White and Black
Words can't break your bones
Words can shatter or repair souls
Black and White
Social collapse in context
Heart lacking content
White and Black
Black and White
White is the contrast
of what you can't always render black
White and Black
Black and White
Where is the world evolving
A recession of regression
Progression of depletion
Black and White
White Fades to Black.
Stone Words and Empty Hearts
Time spent waging wars with an arsenal of verbal assaults
Instead of holding hands and mending hearts
The spool of love has reached it's end
Breaking bends of irrefutable sins
Why do they pay the price for our mistakes
They didn't choose their path but the helpless ones must walk what we paved
Why champion invitations for illusion of reign
Antagonists naive of their inflicting pain
Unaware of the seeds of despair yet we toil the roots
Vines that grow and choke out our son's and daughter's truth
A quite chaos consuming,
Broken in silence with the words chosen
Smile, look alive, claiming you are better
Recklessness in your game of posturing,
Tearing down of ransoms for fear of losing
Protect your false empires,
Surrounding yourself with a masquerade of lies on fire
The distance makes it hard to breathe
The chasm of failing legacy
A temporary pain as your words carry blame
A liberty in being set free, no longer enslaved
Threads and fibers in replication
Won't let go easily
For the world is smaller than purpose
My heart may incur a flood from the hole you left
But my efforts will not suffer a defeating collapse
For angels are worth dying for
To prevent
All of your blindness,
All of your hatred,
Replace with all of your kindness
I hope you realize this
You have done enough to tear me down
Today, I stand so they won't fall.