***A Hope, A Dream, for Reconciliation...***
Johnny Raven

This rope I’ve climbed for decades now
Has frayed from falls
From jagged rocks and
Bloodied blows of dialogue
Their firearms half-cocked
Breathing in this bile, this bog
Sinking slowly towards the
Unknown inhaling/breathing
People’s poisons I’ve lost my
Purpose, and I’ve never had a
Place I could ever deigned to
Call My Home
Beyond the veil, the hidden site
Have I once again gone mad?!
The faceless forcing wrongs
Twisting the twisted,
A manufacturing of tortured consent,
Blinded by a
Facade of Masked Wrongs passing off as a
Right - Evil gifts from the gifted
For the dead, for the fractured
Inbred screaming and screaming,
Confined in a cube of lead,
Paranoid delusions
Secretly inside am I just dead?
A walking corpse, decaying by
Days...am I lost, I’m just an
Ignorant intellectual
Pushing back the bounds of
My own Stupidity, a silent lucidity
The death of hope or stripped of
Everything, Everything, Everything
Even the hidden hand, ever so
Gently holding onto that one
Impossible fraying seems.
Too afraid to speak, when spoken
That cultivated dreams strengthened
Over the years through nightmares
And a sea of pointless pussy
Trying to force those pieces into
That missing space,
Some coming close, but never
Ever measuring up to you, my dream
Your emerald eyes, your beautiful face
Whom you brought into my fucking
Life, a dream turned nightmare as I set ablaze what we were
You wisely walked away...and left me to my dreams….

When she spoke, my heart would skip it’s beats, I’d lose
The power of the English language
I'd lose the power of fucking speech….
And now that dream
Has come again…close enough to smell, close enough to make my Hell a little cooler, the shadows brighter, the burning soothed…
And yet…and yet…I cannot even tell
My Emerald Eyed Valkyrie,
My Heart,
Has always belonged to her.
There have been other women of course,
Carnal place holders, temporary sometimes pleasant company,
But in the end…NOT My Valkyrie, My Heart,
My Love, the only woman who ever made me feel and after Knowing my graveyard of a world shattering secrets…she still
Loved Me…
She still loved me…can that Dream, so fragile, when spoken it would Shatter into a mist of 'could have been?'
I held so gently that Dream of Old
Hands outstretched, crucified asphyxiation - anticipation
A Hope, A Dream, for Reconciliation...

-  Johnny Raven  ©2015  (September 16th)

This poem is about the first woman I ever fell in love with. I had never felt anything. Nothing. Happiness nor anger, nor sadness...nothing. And the day I met her something happened. The more I spent time with her and the closer we became as friends, I slowly developed emotions and began my journey on becoming a better man. She discovered some things about me after we had a long talk about what she helped pulled me out of. She save my life, but she wasn't quite 100% aware of how much danger she had put herself in by doing so. That and the intensity of my love for her frightened her beyond the pale. It frightened me too. It was overwhelming. So, like an intelligent woman, she left because she was not able to handle that kind of madness at that age. I hated her for years until I grew the hell up and realized that she had done the right thing. She is and shall always be the woman I hold all women I date up to. I know that isn't really fair, but lets face it. We all have checklists of what we want in a partner, mine just happens to not be a checklist, but an actual person. Now all I want is to rekindle our friendship. I really screwed everything up back then and only recently she has began to communicate with me again after years have passed. So at this point, I just would like nothing more in this world than to have that friendship we once had back. She is and shall always be an inspiration for me on a great many subjects and character aspects. She truly is a wonderful woman.
murielle lemaire
murielle lemaire
May 28, 2014

we meet at starbucks and i can almost pretend nothing changed until i feel the distance in your voice.
i am calm and quiet. i did not expect this
yet here i am sitting in front of you as you explain how you feel (a rarity).
and you and i are alike in more ways than i realized before.

flying through the young night air
i feel alive and free and happy again.
i meet theresa j hanson. dancer, 19, long thin hair and long thin body.
she says she's heard a lot about me and i am surprised and i like her very much (or my first impression anyways) even though you told me that one time that you had sex with her and other girls would probably instinctively hate her. but i can't. she's just so nice and anyways that sex had nothing to do with me.
she gives us cantalope and me ice water.

cigar smoke.
we go out on the little apartament porch and you smoke the cheap cigar, the kind your grandfather smokes. get a red solo cup for the ashes and i found an old dirty butter knife out here. and we sit. and unexpectedly you say can we start over. and im shocked(you've suprisde me so much tonight) but so grateful and of course we can. you blow smoke rings and when you say whooo are youuu i cannot help but think of alice in wonderland and you are the smoking catepillar who asks life's hard questions and am i alice or the queen or the mad hatter or lewis carroll

coming back.
we reinact a a scene as if we just met and i kiss you as if it's the first time and that is how you will remember me and my lips are cold and your mouth is full of smoke and the kiss is fire and ice it's a wonder we did not steam. something so you'll remember me{i will never forget} and i guess we'll figure out on the way.

at reconciliation.
Denel Kessler
Denel Kessler
7 days ago      7 days ago

Each curl of conversation
stills my tongue, half-sentences
stranded in the mire
of biting reason

words silently form
protests, defenses
reasons and intentions

worthless to ears already fed
with the insistent conundrum
accompanying every attempt
at reconciliation.

Pink Hat
Pink Hat
Apr 16, 2014

Gentle is the heart that weeps
Mournful is the soul that yearns
Gorgeous is the memory that lingers
Joyful were the hands that held

Iris Rebry
Iris Rebry
Aug 25, 2014

We both have felt like charred trees,
Tearing out each other's roots and
Setting each other's roots on fire.
We've fought
Tooth and nail
Clawing out each other's eyes,
So we can't see.
But today you smiled.
And for once I felt bad.
You were alone friend.
And yet I left you.
I meant to be nice.
But what to say?
We need to replant our
Scorched roots
And hope that the seedlings
Sprout in the wake of our
Beautiful disasters.

Kimberley Sebborn
Kimberley Sebborn
Jul 27      Jul 27

and in that brief moment of eternity i swear i belonged to you; each fragmented pixel of my being held together by the fragility of your touch

These tears I carried for you.
My child I am crazy
about you.
Don't you know
How much Love
I have for you.
This much.
xxxLove x xx

a reconciliation took
Elizabeth Squires

a reconciliation took
place to-day which gave cause
for two hearts to be so gay
they'd quarreled
over an umbrage  
that had divided
their happy cage

with the flying of a dove's flag
their disputation
didn't for long drag
kissing and making up
came into play
that ended
their spat's foray

in both
of their minds they
knew that love's chime
needed repair
of its broken bell
neither party
could ever bear

tonight they'll sleep
with their souls
once again
such is the
restorative power
of caring and listening

Reconciliation is another word for salvation;
Chelsea Connell
Chelsea Connell
Nov 22, 2013

While walking on the paths of past and
While wading through the rivers of lost dreams,
One will realize that life is temporary.
Forgiveness comes hand-in-hand with misery and
Pain comes hand-in-hand with love.
Life is complicated and so are we.
The trail side weeds caress our ankles like the waves kiss the shore after a storm.
- the storm is our mind & we are the weeds -
Reconciliation is another word for salvation;
For life is temporary and salvation is the answer,
to the questions we will forever ask,
as we walk on unexplored trails and wade through glorious seas.

We had an attempt at reconciliation
Jimmy King
Jimmy King
Feb 18, 2014      Feb 20, 2014

Two years ago on Valentine's Day
We had an attempt at reconciliation
And did 69 on a small sweaty couch
In a karaoke bar.

One year ago on Valentine's Day
You avoided eye contact with me and this year
You'll probably kiss someone else
And not talk to me but
That's okay.

Because it'll be just like three years ago
When I didn't know you and
I had a pretty good day.

I don't know. Maybe it won't be exactly like that.
I'm sorry, I'm not trying to deceive myself or anything,
It's just hard to say what real and what's
An admission
Of incompatibility.

from a week ago
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