I did this to you,
my reasoning
a need to hang onto
your loving expression.
I did this to you,
the constant drive
to convince her only
she can be beautiful
I did this to you,
because love is
certain confusion
lives remain in wander
I did this to you,
for that gift of your
delightful demeanor
always attracts beauty.
I did this every day,
every moment of my life
because yours, that sweet
reminder of love is you.
I wish there was a way,
balance begins today.
This love he feels
cannot be defined
only realized
when recalling her eyes
he is drawn to the moment
sweet smile somber
he might feel her pain
with her elegance
he is designed to restrain
any trace of loneliness
might ooze from her lips,
instead would he follow
the ends of the earth
to be by her side,
to hold her in swift
protect her from a tide
that represents
a societal scrutiny.
though he mix his words
with confusion
there is only love
would emanate his heart
to let her supple
touch … his soul,
together
they each in their quiet
would hearts never fail.
Certainly one with the crowd
we often seek
might rather blend in the gala
then feel shunned to the balcony
Of course there is mystique
in a darkened corner
awaiting his presence
sweep me off my feet
Oh there stand the dignitaries
awaiting a shower of feigned
admiration, for the world
is always their muse.
Waiting solo with a smile
she stands a posture
sweet character and elegance
for her smile make a man swoon.
Is always this case, woman in black
eyes to match her delicious mystique
an untouchable – perhaps
a quiz of the heart.
Yet so many a man would desire
her company, for her real,
a genuine air of beauty stands alone
unafraid and necessary.
In the light of a gala designed facade
stands a woman of grace surely beheld.
I stood on the edge of the canyon
an audience spectacle
too many voices to listen to
while cascading past natural
rock formations,
hard, brittle, scathing returns
the body bounced across the horizon,
so quickly, so deep into the earth,
unrecognizable meeting its end.
What is it goes through a person’s mind
in mid-air, a descent beyond
the imagination,
complete fear,
no longer attached to the soil,
a free fall of choice
when the world seems beyond
our own desire to walk with security.
When does the jumper decide to ignore
the reality of love that exists around their
broken dreams, unsettling fears,
when again do they come to terms
with the pain they inflict
upon others when it is them, they
him or she
that is fighting some demon
designed to task their soul
to forgive themselves
without impulse.
Do the shadows ever disappear
or are we mortal dependents on fear.
No ticker-tape parade
just blackness
a dream that never evolves
an eternal anesthetic
drawn upon by mortal fear
the lack of desire
to face the conflict of our lives
is it delightful to the eye
certainly not
more the morbidity is accentuated
by the confusion left behind
the soul readied for the next day.
Our lives do hang in the balance
we choose to live, decide to die.
we find ourselves battling
the rights of the wrongs.
Yesterday I enjoyed the darkness
a quiet left me undisturbed
until I heard from a dear friend
the news did not offer me solace.
So call it grandiose,
a cop out if you may
I follow the trail of the many
who decidedly felt no love.
We once gave our lives,
while slowly
she took pieces back,
he couldn’t control,
nor did he want to,
yet each time he felt a new pain
knowing this part of himself
would be gone
and that pieces of her
she no longer inclined
to spell freedom
in their love.
He would give his all
his world would be hers
and yet
answers to questions
he might ask
never answered
despite him always giving her
a response to her
curiosity
no questions exchanged,
leaving him vulnerable
for today’s cyclone
the destruction of
everything he loved …
her
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