The charcoal footprints mar the boards
across the rugged floor.
The wise, adored, and agèd face
leans in for but a taste.
With a flavour in mind (too familiar, yet sweet),
the worshipped one tends to his tasks.
From the small, seam-full void,
he unravels small joys
and bestows his own deeds to your wealth.
For the fragmented soul,
there is only one hope;
restoration of claims so outrageous.
Lest you revel and bask
in the brashness you dealt,
your depletion of arms 'comes contagious.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
Some piece of me is left behind;
perhaps my heart, perhaps my mind.
For there's one assures me I am home,
while th' other claims that I am gone.
I left my home so long ago,
is it still worthy of the name?
Or must some majority dwelling be known
by this title, the very same?
My whereabouts has changed so much,
with each new moon, I'm somewhere new.
Yet each house has its' homely touch,
for in each one, I'm finding You.
They say that home is where the heart is.
I fear there's too much truth in this.
I feel my heart is being shattered.
I feel my heart is being scattered.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
Doubt not how I love thee;
the very thought doth wound me.
But
something's lacking
something's stagnant
something's stale.
My choices,
out of love
for thee
have strained
have struggled
hard.
My choices,
out of hope
for me
are dependent
are contingent
upon you.
My dreaming,
so far-fetched
they say
needs naught
but
your true love.
But
love
is not enough
I say
to bring
these dreams
to life.
Will you hide behind this vanity;
this mask of and such?
love
Or will you face
the truth
I seek
and answer
an answer
the one I need?
your example of love
your love for me
That is the answer
I need.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
And we are children still,
we who lack the will
to relinquish what we learned of love -
its timeless, epic, hopeful thrill -
despite our experience in the world.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
Things were so clear when
they were not clear at all.
We had nothing to fear when
we didn't know what fear was.
Things were simpler when
we had time on our side;
we didn't know what it was
or how fast it could fly.
As we take our
final steps from here,
can you tell me one last time
how we ever came this far?
With your hand in mine
and a smiling face.
With the sun shining down
in every dark place.
With a child's mind
and a lover's eyes.
With nothing left to fear
but ourselves.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
Oh whisk me away,
ye winds of fate.
My flesh, it withers here.
'Tween the toll of the tide
and the chortle of Time,
my mind so refrains from its' ease.
There once was a day
when my spirit could claim
that is was quite relieved by your lead.
But more often than not,
it seems your clever plots
are foiled by Time and her schemes.
So don't drag me on,
don't tell me your plans,
don't try to dodge Time and her tricks.
Just leave me alone,
with my own plots and schemes,
and I'll fend for my own ****** self.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
When harsh winds blow, you strengthen me so
and fill my lungs with breath.
This faint heart shall not drop its' pulse
nor beating in its' chest,
these weary legs shall never rest
nor stumble where they tread.
Tho' scrapes and gashes do gnaw at my arms,
not a cry shall escape my lips.
Tho' loves do come and leave me, oh,
your hand in mine ever rests.
Hatred rips across my chest
as the strike of a thousand whips,
but the heat of your love mends every wound,
bestills my wavering hand.
Tho' the drop of a single feather
could shatter my very world,
it is you who blows the harsh winds, oh,
you fill my lungs with breath.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
There's an essence in the air
that leaves me panting
thirsting
craving
A sweet toxicity of sorts
that floods these halls
these rooms
these bodies
There's a force amongst this crowd
A collective heart pulsating
It's a notion of liberation
of one heart beating sporadically
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
Oh the road's been long and winding,
and I, here, patiently waiting,
have clung tightly to your smiling,
ever so tightly to your smiling.
Anxious as I am to go,
Still I'm begging, “Let me stay.
Please just give me one more day;
my Love, she needs me.
See her weeping?
Please just give me one more day.”
Another day passes; here I am,
my Love still proudly by my side.
When I look into her eyes,
I feel as though I might survive.
But alas, my Love, I'm fading,
and I'm begging, “Please forgive me;
I've nothing left to give you
but my love.
I know the road ahead seems long,
but my dear, you are so strong.
And I promise I will see you soon again.”
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC