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tom krutilla Nov 2013
THERES A LIVING ANGEL THAT WALKS AMONGST US
AND I'LL CALL HER MOM
SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SOUL, HER MERE PRESENCES PUTS
YOU AT EASE
SO CARING AND UNRELENTING IN HER LOVE FOR HER CHILDREN
A TRUE GIFT FROM GOD
THOUGH SHE LOST HER HUSBAND 43YRS AGO, SHE HAS NEVER
WAVERED FROM HER FAMILY
TO BRING UP SEVEN KIDS,ALONE, IS A TESTEMENT OF HER
STRENGTH AND COURAGE
HER WORLD HAS ALWAYS BEEN HER CHILDREN,TO GUIDE THEM
TO WORRY BOUT THEM
AND FOREVER ALWAYS TO WELCOME THEM BACK HOME
tom krutilla Nov 2017
I am walking with
a fools pace
trying to catch you
before its to late
as you slam the door
in my face

Like a beggar, I fall
to my knees
scrounging for a morsel
of forgiveness I seek
it's ok to taunt and chuckle
at me, I am both hopeful and weak

But the half moon of love
in the night sky
shows me I am incomplete
as I realize
that I want to make us whole
before the sunrise
tom krutilla Jan 2014
I'm sure bob dylan would'nt mind
If I quoted from his line
that all along the the watch tower
such a beauty I have found
tom krutilla Jan 2014
my lies have been misconstude,to truths, so i thought
through my haze i see the hurt i put on you
all those nights you welcome me home, arms open
and all those nights the guilt just buids

if you could just stop packing and turn around
not to forgive me again, but to let me look once more
at what i have lost
tom krutilla Jan 2014
when she stands in the doorway, the bright aura surrounds her
then her smile beams with anticipation and i reach to touch her
the soft kiss grazes her cheek, as her breath slowly exhails

and i gently take her hand and guide her to the place we want to be
laying beside her slowly kissing her every curve as she breaths deep
her hands softly on my head directing me where to go

as she starts her rhythm i here the soft whimpers timely in beat
her grasp is strong if only for a moment then goes limp around my neck
and my soft kiss grazes her cheek, as her breath slowly exhails
tom krutilla Oct 2016
Their hallow eyes perice the night
With deceiving eyes and pearly whites
Draw you in with hypnotize words
You were a thinker but now a listener
Tainted by something more sinister
***** your mind with propaganda swords
Pick me I'll heal your pathetic lives
I'll give you love happiness and blue skies
But I'll discard you when I'm sworn
In god bless america
tom krutilla Aug 2017
she entered my life
with a quick glance
and a seductive look away

oh, that's not fair
i have enough on my mind
for you to invade

before your vision skirmishes
with my heart
i need to remember" it was a glance made"

but like the Mona Lisa
it's embedded in my thoughts
and tonight is a good place
for dreams to start
tom krutilla Nov 2014
waiting for the moon, to peak, just over the horizon
illuminates, a soft glow upon fair maidens, dancing,
their flowing figures flicker, as if gentile flames of love
intice a young man thoughts of dubious, idle threats
the twilight of summer, surrenders, coolness of autumn
sturdy trees shed their leaves, stand naked, for all to see
the romantic breeze plays notes of colorful melodys
each one, a pretty song for the months gone by
do I recollect them, in an out of tune voice?
or keep them in my memories, for future rejoice?
tom krutilla Dec 2013
this christmas gift i give to you
when the world has gone askew
and your feeling sad and blue
I'll hold you close you can feel anew
because I love you
                Jesus
tom krutilla Apr 2016
walking down the avenue
right below my feet
dodging lifeless bodies
strung out from lost dreams
turning the corner, winds echo
little needles pricking all I feel
I sense the buildings, swaying
cold and stoic, yet to a beat
silently blocking the sun
each block the same repeat
but then it appears, foreign
the mist of the open sea
daylight pierces my eyes
recapturing those lost dreams
tom krutilla Mar 2017
There was a time, I thought
I could find that sign
When green meant proceed
But I'm stuck on yellow
Waiting patiently
Yet your hands roam free
all over me
But mine were seized
You said " I'm not ready"
As you take what you need
Maybe I'll walk down to the sea
Let my mind wander, a good release
Have the waves caress the emotion in me
Stir them up, find some relieve
As the soothing sounds recede
I'll look to the horizon and see
In the distant, a new coastline for me
The yellow I've waited patiently
Is green so I'll proceed
tom krutilla Feb 2014
come back home my dear
the flowers miss your sweet scent
for they droop in a helpless state

come back home my dear
these wall won't hold a love song
only the ballads of lonliness

come back home my dear
I am lost without you
I even burnt the toast

come back home my dear
come back home my dear
as I lay this wreath upon your grave
tom krutilla Nov 2013
so be it , i'll let you go
your comprimise is all the rage
tom krutilla Oct 2016
I must confess I was poorly made
I'm vulnerable yet strong
Cut easily from the blade
My skin is thick yet delicate to the touch
My mind is focus yet wanders too much
My hearing is excellent yet selective
My voice bold yet whispers when expected
My nerves shatter every once and a while
Yet I'm not ready for that funeral pile
My heart still beats awake or asleep
I hold dearly the dreams I seek
These are my confession I say to you
tom krutilla Jun 2014
there is a time in the not too distant future
when our parallel lives will cross
to meld that magical moment, and brighten
the dark holes of our universes
we can then dance on the notes of the stars
create our own melodies, hitch a ride on the
rhythm of the solar winds and entertain
ourselves as we explore each galaxy of love
tom krutilla Aug 2014
come now, let your sorrows rain upon me
so my roots can soak up your sadden tears
my canopy shall shade you from all that ails you
sleep awhile, dream of your desires
the twinkling stars silently light your soul afire
wake anew, invigorated, walk away refreshed
and always know I'll be standing here
tall and firm
with branches of hope and love
tom krutilla Mar 2016
the heart bleeds, were the arrow periced
drips upon the flowers, droop their petals
stains them green to red
roots of strength hold firm, grip the earth
waiting for your smile to part the clouds

the sun, with its tantilizing fingers
evaporate the red to green, beauty renewed
walk among them, smell the scent, heal the heart
then close your eyes, feel yourself, and think
" If it was'nt for me, the world would not be"
tom krutilla Sep 2014
at the end of day, when emotions are drained
and ole sol has relinquished to the night
the brain stimulates in vain
yet the heart wants to rest, relieve some pain
the eyes just stare, in silent reflection
waiting for darkness to shield their moisture
there's a reoccuring theme, wanting a connection
as we ponder all of our expectations
life is just a rough draft, as the poets contend
the rewrites are many and a certant constant
we hold our thoughts, as the mind bends
not knowing what message we should send
tom krutilla Jan 2014
I always new this time would come
when we depart our lives as one
that smile you wear, is worn out by fear
and that says it all

but could it be your missing me
in all your wildest fantasys
and realize its not a dream
that i have forgotten you
I chose to refuse your memories

the residue of this love affair
lie strewn across  the floor
the shamelessness and greed
collects in the corners of this room

a restless heart will never rest
as it looks for new blood for it's life
and when the heart stops
there is peace
tom krutilla Mar 2016
climb this vine, in front of me
remove the jungle, in my mind
come out of the darkness
the hazy particles sprinkle
layers upon the eyes
rub with vigor, still unclear
haunting echos, still grip
wild whispers suggest to go
the climb slips away
lets try again, over and over begin
a moment, the particles clear
warmth of the sun
the chatter, the past, too loud
many voices, converge
sift through, a weaken state
climb the vine, I think not
the effort is futile
tom krutilla Nov 2014
perched upon the eave, the robin gives his speech
can't decipher what language he speaks
pull the covers off my face, feel the light of the day
try hard to wrench this body, from this bed I lay
but it all comes crashing down, in this whirlpool
I drown, in this swirling emptyness I found
all these sentimental breakdowns, leave me weak
to carry on

will I ever come close to what I felt so long ago
when my smile was broad, and full of hope
or am I stuck in time, fighting the villans and clowns
surrendering to their laughing sounds
tom krutilla Mar 2014
why do I ponder who I am
and were is my destiny
is leading me
I feel comfortable with
who I am because I led
myself here
tom krutilla Mar 2014
as I entered the room she was at the computer
I said hi honey, she double click me
I wanted to upload my info but her site was
down for maintenance
or she changed her password
guess I'll go into the other room
and twitter away
tom krutilla Feb 2014
those old memories of you come to me from time to time
just a simple word or catchy phrase will spark them
a sly smile creases my face, useless I am the rest of the day
tom krutilla Jul 2014
gentile waves lap against me
tickle my senses with ectasy
hold me till they recede
damp erosion is what they leave
as I whimper come back

shall I leave for higher ground
to that sweet valley abound
craddle me in its hilly arms
listen to the serenade of sound
as I hear her whimper come back

this perpetual dream, that dominates
my every thought, hard to break
just let go, for sanity sake
come back to the my world, and create
as I whimper don't come back
tom krutilla Jan 2014
I can understand you may not really know what my meanings are on this page
I just try to catch the whirlpool of words and put them into a coherant thought
my thoughts are for no one in particular, only to engage in some imagination
and in the quietness of the night, that imagination could run wild

perhaps they are meant for you, or perhaps of me, or for when you sleep and dream
perhaps they are for the masses thinking my thoughts matter to them
perhaps they are saying what they are afraid to say, not knowing how to
perhaps it's just to clean the mind of a cluttered word mess

when you read them, always read twice, cause a double meaning is always nice
,
tom krutilla Sep 2016
In the depths of dreaming my body fails to awaken
My eyes race back and forth
Like a camera trying to capture every for the brain to rearrange
I can or can't feel my heartbeat
I wake up in a sweat but why
My body aches as if I ran a marathon
I need fluids to replenish my muscles
My brain surely would appreciate that
As I rise to make sure everything's in place
I look at you and smile it was not a dream just reality
I'll kiss you gently relive this dream
tom krutilla May 2014
every night when I try to sleep
the rap on my door never cease
the ghost of the memories

hide under blankets, oops too thin
pile on the pillows, they find a way in
never ending, constantly begin

never ending, constantly begin
never ending, constantly begin
never ending, constantly begin
never ending, constantly begin
tom krutilla Dec 2013
so if I carefully tug at your heart strings and fine tune them to my liking
will you sing along with the melody that we have created
and you will say it depends on how the music ebbs and flows
and what the lyrics have to offer.
tom krutilla Nov 2014
can I say of the words in the distant past
my Claire,
that sweet, caressing voice of memories last
are the elixirs that warm a sadden heart

talk to exahaustion, collapse into my arms
my Claire,
we sprawl onto the floor, I steal your charms
are the elixirs that warm a sadden heart

our history was built, now ebbing times
my Claire,
has sought us out, to hurry this decline
still your sweet, caressing voice of memories
last
are the elixirs that warm a sadden heart
tom krutilla Jan 2014
desending down that creaky staircase I can see the glow from his cigarette
the fresh brewed scent of coffee mixing in, window open, his morning routine
though I am just a kid, I wonder what he is thinking, probably family and work
he hears my footsteps and says good morning son,yawning, I say good morning dad
I ask him how are you today, he chuckles and says, I,m feeling good and you, he ask
I feel different today, I can feel what today will bring, and I don't understand and he chuckles
the next morning, there was'nt that glow from a cigarette, nor the scent of fresh brewed coffee
only an empty chair and the window closed as I start my morning routine
tom krutilla Sep 2018
as I decend down this creaky staircase
I can  see a glow of a cigarette
fresh brewed scent of coffee mixing
a window open His morning routine
though just a kid I wonder what He's thinking
probably family and work
hearing my footsteps, says good morning son
yawning. I reply, "morning Dad
I ask, " how are you today and with a chuckle
he replies " I feel good  and you?
I say  " I feel diferrent, I can feel what today
may bring
I don't understand" and he chuckles
the next morn, there was not a glow
from a cigarette, nor a hint
of fresh brewed coffee
only an empty chair, a closed window
and a start of my new morning
routine
tom krutilla Jan 2014
I take a look at this place, its such an empty space
and I'm not sure how to fill it without you
there are silent echos reverberating of a past forgotten
I set my mind on them, and yet they never last
could it be your missing me, I ask myself, the question lingers
I can't chase fantasys anymore, I have a hard time catching reality
so i will dim the lites and close this door, and walk towards a future uncertaint
tom krutilla Jul 2015
through the hills and valleys
I search for you
each place I found, the scent of you
was untrue
the beacon of light in the distant
was a false guide
yet each pixel, drew me in
for another try
the fog of love, is a mysterious one
with it's deceptions
lifting in the morning, slowly
the sky clears, with expectations
all the towns seem the same
the heart flutters, anticipation
but their memories of you are askew
as I thank them, for the participation
the miles I have walk seem endless
but in my mind, your just a day away
tom krutilla Sep 2016
With a little glance that quick peek
Our eyes lock together as you strolled by
As your turn around face smile
Your Cupid arrows brought me to my knees
Your flowing hair sculpt your face
In an instant I'm in an altered state
Devoid of time and space
Whispering to me "kiss me" I obey
Not knowing my fate
As your soothing fingers wrap around
Every inch of me
And the pressure builds to extacsy
That wicked sound of the alarm clock .....
tom krutilla Mar 2013
watching the ice cream melt downward along the cone
dripping timely on the pavement, making a perfect footprint
like our love, only to evaporate from the setting sun.

this park bench is my solace, a place to argue with myself
but policing myself does me no good
for i am handcuffed to you heart.

in the garden, flowers of red and gold
reminds me of the passion and richness
we once had

perhaps the world turned one too many times
for us to keep up,and through us off course
you are now on the other side and I
I bounced off the clouds, and found myself here
evaporating from the setting sun.



we once
tom krutilla Feb 2016
a bottle of wine and the music so fine
the notes and the melody, tantilze the mind
the lyrics flow, from a voice so strong
close the eyes, lead me were I belong
in between the layers, as the song progress
confusion battles, is it love or distress
let it ****** senses with moment of caress
that leads to questions, to address
such is the sprit of a forgotten song
that creeps and haunts,a love gone wrong
tom krutilla Jul 2015
the air in this room hangs
in a thickness of contempt
your lost in a bias of
confused sentiment
let your peering eyes, peek
into the corners of me
prepare for something unseen
I'm not what you perceive
evaluate what's in front of you
naysayers are meant to confuse
they are lonely people
not ready for something new
leave past journeys behind
exit from the tunnel
emerge to the freshness of hope
be amazed at what you find
tom krutilla Mar 2017
Come lay with me by the fire
Snuggle on the soft rug we wove together
Let the flames lick at our thoughts
And their warmth perspire us to passion
Then we'll watch the embers slowly fade to gray
As we wrap ourselves in a cacoon of dreams
tom krutilla Oct 2016
Like a web the morning fog entangles the tall trees
It drapes the valley as a smoke filled mystery
Feel free to walk among its time and length for the are treacherous exercises
What appears suddenly surly leads to ones demise
Such was my fantasy of you
That smile entangled me too soon
Your mystery I need to unravel
But only with time
Your sudden appearance and movements are sublime
Shall I fall into that treacherous exercises of chasing you
Not knowing of my demise
I'll pick yes for my mind is smoke filled
Yet the clearing is before my eyes
tom krutilla Apr 2014
the beauty of the sunset, will be the last warm
thought I have of you
the last measures of mozart, his beautiful sonata
will end my song for you
the dew that sets upon the evening petals
evaporates with the memories of you
the time and energy that I have exhausted
reaching out for you
will hide behind the dark side of the moon
tom krutilla Nov 2017
be well my love
if you want it this way
our final scene
in this fairy tale play

take you bows, bid farewell
your memories of us disapates
across the street, in that shady place
you'll find your escape

as for me, i'll be sitting
stage right
dimming the lights
wondering whats left
but only for awhile
I know there be a new
light for me
this is not my final goodnight
tom krutilla Jul 2014
can you feel me wilt in your arms
as you layer me with your charms
my eyes glance at that smile
that holds me safe for awhile

I want to tell you what I'm thinking
but my voice lacks that inkling
as the corners of your eyes start crinkling
all I can do is keep my heart from sinking

hoping you will taste each nugget of me
absorb it all into your bloodstream
to savior those magical feelings
only to realize it's just the begining
tom krutilla Jan 2015
and for you, today, my daily thought
if I may

such are the sparkling eyes that entice
such are the sculpted lips I kiss
such are the arms to caress at night
such are my dreams, my morning bliss

these daydreams, are all about you
curling my hair, anticipations of you
this tingling I have, is because of you
the warmth I feel, is because I LOVE
YOU
tom krutilla Oct 2015
the deception of love you presented to me
was magical
those many faces you wore, now seem
comical
the sweetness of your voice, drew me in
made me small
the way you touch me,bent my knees
left me to crawl
now, there are no more tears
to fall
they would only muddy, these empty
halls
the pictures of us,are imprints, empty frames
that ***** the walls
even the echos, wont repeat my calls
my tumor of love for you, has finally shrunk
I'm in remission, no longer in this funk
those false feelings you had for me
are finally debunked
now my memories of you, will come and go
but then I'll sweep the residue, to the corner
and put them in a pile, I'll call junk
tom krutilla Oct 2012
its five in the morning, and your nowhere in sight. i open the curtains to let in the sunlite. i woke up early, another sleepless night, wanting to love you hoping you might. i asked whats on your mind, you said nothing, everthings fine, another empty feeling anotther empty line. still, i never thought i would see the day when one of us would go astray, to keep a secrect and never say. i know our love is dying and i'll try to rise above, and hope you find the one that you truly love. for i have given all i have, bht just one thing before you let go, please remember me...... always
tom krutilla Jun 2014
if the last word you said to me
is the first thought I have when I dream
may I awake with vigor and vitality
then the first word I utter in the morn
reminds me of the night before
could it be a life reborn

these words I pen are not for them
cause they can't contenplate or comprehend
let their voices sway and bend
be blown away in the bitter wind

as their faces cringe and be appalled
their arrows of displeasure harmlessly fall
you and I will stand tall
as we crumble down all the walls

then I say, let them build their pathetic lives
and with our love, walk quiet into the night
tom krutilla May 2015
let me undress you
reveal such stunning beauty
your shyness, only enhances
me
your breathing is fiilled
with anticipation
as I feel the heated energy
that you emit
slowly lay you down
hear the the soft growns
as your limp body, awaits me

now, you have surrendered
to me let us do as we please
arms raised above your head
eyes closed, as I explore you

I can feel you shiver, with every
kiss I place
some on the right spot, others
to enhance my love

the slow motion of our bodys
are in deep rhytms, undetered
as your nails leave their marks
and my kisses never leave you

your last words to me, as you close
your eyes are love me forever
my response to you is ditto
tom krutilla Jan 2016
tears fall down your sculpted cheeks
I'll catch them in my waiting lips
and with my kiss, I'll give them back
so there won't be a repeat

your touch I feel, what you seek
absent of pain, that holds your heart
my words enter your ears, decipher
for they are heartfelt,to give some relief

let the corners of your mouth crinkle with life
the fullness of that smile, a beholden sight
my shoulders your pillow, my arms a blanket tight
close your eyes, your past a final goodbye
tom krutilla Mar 2014
hope you like this one,penned it just for you
tryed to capture your backward sentences
and their double meanings
your world spins in reverse
from end to beginning
your been there,done that, attitude
is trying on my soul,you want more
more of what,your silence,is deafning
I can only listen to your thoughts
and swim against their tides
I am not in reverse,nor looking forward
I am in the middle, in the now
and hoping this balancing act,my arms
stretched out, will catch your fall
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