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Posts tagged “reality

When Words Become Our Burden


I have this love,

I need to talk about it,

so for the listener,

it is a story heard long ago,

experienced like yesterday,

only memory is our recall,

when we all

know the essence of love,

confused within a

burden of words.

 

I wish sometimes,

when I see a sunrise,

I might wonder the beauty,

and let that be all my heart needs

to feel fulfilled,

and yet,

it continues to emanate its energy,

while I remained shuttered,

afraid to let the world inside,

see my tears, my sadness,

my lonely cry out for forgiveness.

 

It is so hard to understand

the end

when we think of all the love

we would share

together in each other’s arms

always knowing then,

there would be another time,

but, a halting word,

the damage is done,

my desires and passions

run beyond the fantasy

turned toward real,

and she needed then to run away.

 

I have a certain sadness in my heart,

I would like to enter the next

life

yet, the callous nature

of selfish pride

still outweighs

the reality of losing her.

For now it is the beauty in her eyes,

the timeless nature of

all we have meant to one another,

for now, in my tears,

I wait for those memories,

I want only to know elegance,

it is the fashion of her sweet wonder,

lets me wander away

hopeful.

 

 


When Words Interfere


I fell in love, with her,

she told me one day how my words

might draw her to my side,

and I thought to myself,

well for sure,

that was always what I wanted her

to say.

 

So there we were, two of us,

together in the mainstream,

outside of the eye of anyone

nearby who might,

cause our lives to scream,

yet we were in love,

and we watched our shadows,

play romantic games

in the sunlight,

just out of our sight.

 

We knew there was a time,

when somehow

one might want more,

and the other might as well,

yet we never realized,

both would struggle with

understanding just why,

or how, or can we, or might you,

why can we not figure out

why.

 

Yet we knew love,

we are in love,

love is where we took ourselves,

selves,

we became the alone

part of understanding why.


A Wish to Disappear


Oh it’s true, not simply a mockery

we often appear to be more cagey

 

I’ve carried the wounds of childhood,

in order to find comfort in that I would.

 

This life I lead is sometimes a travesty

I hurt people to benefit me, simplicity.

 

A long time ago, she seemed to agree

yet still today I haven’t a place to be.

 

I live in a bubble some might decide

if pierced life would surely need subside.

 

Yet, somehow I maintain an integrity

one that surely lives on in subtlety.

 

She is the maker of my dreams I swoon

though it is me shatters imagery too soon.

 

I wonder about this state of mind tonight

is it really all that matters or that might.

 

I can feel my body is resolute with despair

I cannot move from this place to there.

 

I wish that I could feel a sense of response

to rather know the pain than cause a ponce

 

I’m a quiet man inside my lonely mind

there’s far too much memory to remind.

 

I hope that time might heal the pain I cause

for as much as time for me does give pause.

 

I love to know that my life here does exist

for the need to disappear I then might resist.


In Such A Low


my mother would reference this place,

a sort of mental ravine,

her heart might nearly stop,

eyes would glaze?

blood flow in her feigns might suddenly,

spill into one pool of spun lethargy.

This was not a place

she liked to be,

she’d often howl at the nature

of love and all it’s failings.

 

yet, she never discovered a solution?

only knew when inside?

not a lesser degree of pain

could ever exist.

 

where my mother was always never to pull the plug,

I might decide otherwise,

though my freedom would be sought?

there leaves a ring of memory,

clinging to everyone’s personal psyche.


Come When They May


There are these tears, they build,

a sort of wall of a waiting storm,

I like to imagine a sweeter guild

of love than ever might we form.

 

I wander toward a make believe

palace on the top of this hill,

it is here I would wish for reprieve

from the scream inside so shrill.

 

The mounting crags of spindled rock,

would slip me into sweet oblivion,

if in a moment I would look to block

the piercing light I rest my eyes upon.

 

Oh to find the shadows of my common

world, whereby, the normalcy of why,

would only bury the familiar horizon,

when only together we might forever cry.

 

I have found my way again in the blue,

A moody appreciation always loving you.


In Love’s Sweet Silence


We do in bold form express our truth,

in eyes we search,

lips we touch with certain youth,

the nature of our time together is love.

 

It is in the moment we try to define,

well beyond the physical desires,

we know there is a certain muse

in our quiet interactions after words.

 

I speak to your elegance,

and might my eyes light up

to the expression of reassurance you provide,

when showering me with peace of mind.

 

I would for it is that desire to know,

a thousand sunrises,

the time it would take

to in such eternal light express my love.

 

Oh to have you by my side always,

the tear is in such reality of course

a beautiful reminder of a solemnity,

that truly your love lives in my soul.


Strength of Time in Sad Tone


In a sunlit room, sitting alone, wondering,

where to go, where this leads, what time,

while spring suggests to everyone we are alive,

are there any assurances we will ever be the same.

 

A powerful throng of medley stands behind,

I listen to the heart inside a dream, a melody

sings to me in tears another ballad forgotten,

or shall memory in its certainty remind me of love.

 

I sit alone and a familiar energy encompasses

my everything, my world, my desire … such is

passion when the soul can ache for someone,

she, who would define my ever lovely fantasy.

 

When toward a reality we did travel in summer,

I in her hands and she in mine together smiles,

oh so is the contrast when the brilliance around me

is only to be a shadow belonging to another time.

 

Is it in the wisps of our nostalgia, the beauty of then,

that we hold onto, waiting for that next delightful breeze.