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
Incessant Riposte
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