It's hard to see logic when I only hear lies
it's tough to keep fighting when you're running in disguise.

I need to know the truth but when I stare into your eyes
every second that I look it seems a piece of me dies.  

You wear this mask to hide your face
its shame and guilt that took its place.

Tell me please what have I done
I fear my hand which holds this gun.  

Was it me who lost your heart
Or was it he who made it start?  

Tell me *****, did you love this fling
I can't hear you past this awful ring.

No more lies just tell me straight  
Oh no you're dead, I shot, too late...

The First-Born Blues
Sara L Russell 22nd August 2014 20:59 revised 27th Aug 2014, 13:58

So I bite down on bitter words
and I eat my humble pie
for those who will not understand me
Until the day I die.
self-pity's for the birds,
where the golden egos fly;
if you will not understand me
should I bother to ask why?

So you know I'm always me
and I never will be her
and you know she's gone forever
things can't be the way they were
I survived, unworthily
though you think I should concur
that death struck out unfairly
- should have taken me, not her.

So I wear my comfort cross
and I carry my cross of woe -
each a spiritual placebo
from the God I used to know;
and an eerie sense of loss
follows everywhere I go
for this poor downtrodden ego
that you always overthrow.

The thought that flickered
The second that passed
The moment I considered
It could have been my last

It wasn't a hideous joke
Not a wicked, humorous pass
Tears escaped my eyes in an awkward stroke
Maybe that was the answer at last

I would die an exact age
Not a day too young or too old
But that would be my last page?
This be my life for all to behold?

No, not here
Not now
I will not just disappear
Nor to her I will ever bow

Freedom I will taste
Away with fear I will kiss
Under no haste
*I will subsist

Run to me my broken child
And I will make you whole
I am the one who loves you most
Who breathes life into your soul
Run to me my broken one
And I will set you free
I’m here with strong arms open
Turn around and run to me.

You lie sleepless silence shattered
In the broken glass of your day
Your fragile spirit tattered
Your hope is swept away
In the deluge of delusions
Frustrations born of pain
But I am no mere illusion
Caught in a drop of rain

On my knees at your feet
I lift your tear soaked face to the light
I am your fortress your retreat
From terrors in the night
I am your warrior, your peace, your path
As your world tumbles down
I am shelter in the aftermath
You will not crash you will not drown

Let me hold you safe in my arms
Put your weary head against my breast
I melt the ice I keep you warm
This pulse of love beating in my chest
I have loved you before eternity
And after time stands still
You are beautiful and whole in me
I love you now and always will

Just a love note from your “Father”
082206
TL Boehm
you are loved beyond measure. Treasured beyond belief

Will you carry on
Over open water
Will you go
Toward the rolling shore
Will you fly high
Ever rising spires silent skies
Rush of wings brings you home

This is the moment
Smile and cry
Goodbye
Will you leave me for ever
Little girl no more
Sail far from this troubled shore
Broken wings can’t fly with you

If I could be your light house
Shining bright for you
But I’m only the mirrored darkness
Reflecting torment we go through
One faded image shattered
By the stones thrown from passing years
Bruised and broken on the highway
Washed away by blood and tears

Will you carry on
Through windswept waves
Will you go
Til you find your way
To a harbor safe and dry
Spread tearstained wings and fly
Until you find your way home….

Leave me lost
I stand sentinel
On this troubled shore
Alone
© 04/01/2006
For buffi and beth

I have learned that blood and bone
Are no assurance of love
That the parents who should protect you
Forget you
In the wake of their own unspun lives

I have learned that the newborn life
Once cradled in my arms
Won't consider my sacrifice
In the wake of unbridled rage
Love is a hollow lie

I have learned that I am a monster
Murderous and cruel
Selfish and judgemental
Producing bitter fruit
That withers on the vine

I have learned that the world
Doesn't love a dreamer
War and tragedy churns
In the belly of Babylon
The meek are weak expendable
Casualties of circumstance
Destined for demise

I have learned there is no sanctuary
No refuge from the malice
Washing over me like sleet
On a winter day
My heart is cold stone
I am lifeless

I have learned that intoxicants
Only fuel the ache
magnify this emptiness with
shallow platitudes
The flavor of the day
Scraped off the spoon tomorrow

I have learned
I still don't know how
To give up the little dreams
In the silence of my soul
I gather them piece by piece
Hiding them from myself
For fear I'll do me harm

I have learned I should love myself
I have learned....I don't know how to love
TLB 05/20/08

In fertile fields
Fragile blooms heavy with seed
Swaying lucid dreams
Coupled with a whispered destiny
Do you believe?
(Father forgive me for my sins)
I listened
Pulse quickening to the promise
Carried on transparent beams
the angelic rush of lesser light
Left me sightless
Blind witness to the culling
Harvest put to flame
Only aborted dreams remain
(My life ends where yours begins)

Fragrant flowers consumed
Emotional holocaust of volcanic ash
Scorched earth your cordial offering
Death is the memory of a smile
Shadows pass across your face
(Along this fractured path I race)
I let your passion burn within me
Fury, vengeance and rage
Your forever promise ever hellish
Echoes in my smoking soul
I let the sun set on my anger
(Falling far from perfect grace)
Let you shackle me with my own actions
My guilt a noose to snap my neck
You the author of defeat
another broken soul for your unholy altar
(resurrect this child from this dead end street)
I cling to life in the balance
Waiting

silence welling in the aftermath
Crescendoed message resonant
let go...let go...
Is there oblivion in the release
(place my spirit to worship at your feet)
Falling away from everything I know
The old man shatters within
(wash away my every sin)
(my life ends where you begin)
TL Boehm
05/29/2008

We write about love,
And it's ups and downs.
It's all we seem to know.
I know I'm guilty
Of this too,
My poems with surly show.

Forget about love,
Just for a while,
Take your mind off the thought.
Just relax and write,
About something new,
Whether you'd like to or not.

We all need a break,
From the stress of love.
So let's take a short vacation.
Let's wait a bit,
To bring back love,
Hold off it's reincarnation.