The distance ever so touchable
Yet you're still far afield

The glimmering glitter in your blissful
Translucent almond irises
Waiting to deviate from them
Yet they have imprinted themselves
Now affiliated with my heart

Seeing your lips brimming brightly
Rejuvenating your flawless visage
Embodying my love
Not even half your beauty

Inwardly made you mine
Realistically destined for another

Drastic jaundiced waves
Crashing the shores of heartbreak
Sentiments

Thus the eminent work of
Patience
Silence
Benevolence
Enshrouds my blooming admiration
For you
Unfastening my feigned ethos
For you

I comprehend the significance of dignity and family

But my love
Ceaseless and eternal

But my love
Yours only

The crinkled paper of misfortune
Dumped into seclusion
No more will it jab my uneasy heart
But that was just anticipated
It never happened

Floods of tormenting tribulations
Washed away my entombed
Pathetic desires
No more will it surmount reality
But that was just anticipated
It never happened

Echoing lethal voices in memories
Dies with the magic of eternal
Stupor
Now moving forward to posterity
But that was just anticipated
It never happened

Sought love
Youthful aging
Innocence far and wide
Idyllic world
Bloodless demise

But that was just anticipated
It never happened

Mind you
It never will

Their words
Like the softest cannon fire
Shrapnel finding every mark
In blood and brain and bone
and heart
Leaving us to bleed
for more
Till fire, now silenced
turns to dark.

3/30/14

Telling.
On the news I see
in the cradle of mankind,
bloodlust  rampaging.
Killing machines laughing
as children cry and mothers
stare silently at nothing.

Telling.
On my porch I see
three birds sharing a perch,
eating seed.
One brown, one red,
one olive green.
One gently feeding the other.

Telling.

r ~ 4/9/14

I write your echoes
In chalk and not in etchings
A shield for my heart.