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Lucas Kyle Feb 2017
All I ever wanted was not selfish endeavors
Not An object for possession nor a product of pleasure
But a total self gift, not something for my own
To sit beside my Queen on her royal throne.

But have you ever been so hurt you felt your heart break?
Throbbing, pounding, so very much is aches.
To realize that all you ever wanted to do
Was give her a happiness and joy anew.

But that time is past, longing hearts turn astray
To find the one with whom she will stay
Although the pain is deeply immense
Her radiant light still gives us some sense.

Long nights will be spent alone with a cigar and some wine
Hoping that all her emotions are fine
The one she is with makes her feel anew
And can do something that I was never able to do.
Lucas Kyle Feb 2017
Raise your glass as high as you can
Knowing you are in company of the best of man
Smile with those who to you are so dear
For in this place there is nothing to fear.
Not even death can part us, for when we say goodbye
The bond we have will never die.

Even when lightening marks the sky
Hurricanes of emotion pass us by
In the end it is clear to see
That in fact this was meant to be.

Hope and trust, love and joy
Together we create, together we destroy
Our fires burn with discussion and laughter
But even arsonists have to avert the disaster
Which leaves two souls alone and broken
Wrong thoughts are thought and words wrongly spoken
Even as longing hearts turn away
That invincible bond is here to stay.

Only with times our minds have erased
All that was bitter, all our mistakes
Will become only the **** of our jokes
Only tears of joy we have to choke
When we live to a ripe old age
Reminiscing back to the days
Anything we would do for each other
We all loved like sisters and brothers
It was us against the world, to the very end
I love you to death and wish you the best, my friend.
Lucas Kyle Feb 2017
Light fades.
Darkness consumes.

All that was living fades into death
To be reborn in the life of spring

But some things will never taste vitality again
For their time has come
And just as quick did it pass

Their leaves will never be green again
They have turned brown
Only to decay into the earth
To bring about new life.

Time begins to slow
Hearts stop beating
Silence.
Some things can never be reversed.
Lucas Kyle Feb 2017
Ten.
Fingers reaching out to touch

Nine.
Lives imagined holding you within my clutch

Eight.
Limbs torn apart by the gods

Seven.
Lands I have scoured while along you trod

Six.
Faces you wear behind your mask

Five.
Questions we don’t know how to ask

Four.
Eyes devouring secrets of the soul

Three.
Days in Hell with you would feel cool

Two.
Hearts beating true

One.
Heart longs to start anew

Zero.

Times you now think this of me.
Lucas Kyle Feb 2017
APOLOGY IS POLICY

What makes you think your words will reverse
The tear in a broken man's universe
A smile and handshake; all is well
Don't forget I will see you in hell
Reservation in my name; table for two
If I fall and suffer, then so will you

The damage has been done, the scars remain
Nothing in his universe will ever be the same
Apology has become policy, that is clear
To think for one minute, if I lend you my ear
About pitiful words that fall like the rain
Then you return to deliver someone else’s pain.

I know who you are now, it is clear to see
You are not the man you used to be.
Lucas Kyle Feb 2017
OIL AND WATER
Heartbeats turn to thunder
Thoughts rush through like a raging river
Knees shake
Speech is jumbled
All goes black but the vision of an angel
All goes silent but her enchanting voice
Is this a drug or a disease?
Pulled to her like the moon to the sun
But does the sun enjoy the presence of the moon?
Close enough to touch her, yet infinitely far from her heart
Like oil to water: present, but intangible
So too she stands in the valley of hearts
For all eternity, together will they be
But never to mix, never to see
A union of substance, to share in each other
All the world allows is separation from another
Although they share the same identity
Their impossible union is never meant to be

But To give her forth arm
Is all I still seek to do
All that consumes my mind
A beautiful waste of time
Lucas Kyle Feb 2017
JACK

He comes home late after work, only a grain of sand on the beach of life. A simple man who goes about his existence under the guise of contentment, working hard to fill a void he knows exists but refuses to acknowledge.

A *** of coffee is brewed, whose fate is to become cold on the counter. He picks up the morning paper, uninterested in its contents.

The only words he can read are his own, written on the pages by the thoughts of a world he should have had.

He sits alone in his empty apartment, staring out into the darkness.

He knows she remains somewhere in the abyss.

Just as light shines from the dying stars above, he hoped his love could shine to a dying heart. Frustration overwhelms, knowing he has sealed his own past.

But still, it is nights like these Jack longs for the chance to go back in time. Not to make wrongs right, but to ensure there would be no wrongs that needed righting.

It is nights like these where Jack lies alone in his bed.

It is nights like these that Jack longs for a second chance.
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