Stuttering, muttering, fluttering
falling
      like
           a
****** woman
for being a thinker, a feeler, a knower, a croucher in the shadows
she gets ******, forever alone
a planet rotating without a sun.

I accidentally spoke with you today
I thought you had lost the power
to make me feel this way.

Both good and bad- just high and low
confused about feelings
I don't even know.

Okay....so you were able to walk away
able not to stop and say
"Thank you for the effort you made"

So....it was easier to turn your cold
shoulder from me, even though
mine was the greatest love
you could ever know.

If you could do it again, what would you change?
Never-mind sugah' you can't rearrange
the pattern of hurt you have lain.

Yeah.... I'll go on living, your space a throne
lonely of all but what you've shown;
memories that fade as time slips on.

I still miss you at the end of day
and truly believe there is a way
we will meet again some momentous day.

Confusion courses through the final pulses
of a once virile spirit.
The winds of change bawl their cosmic arias
that fall on the deafened flower.
Rooted in affection, oblivious to the obvious connection
between the lacking pollen and the bee.
The yin is keening softly for the feral, untamed yang
and abides in troubled limbo till that momentous age.
A seed, which once was nothing is now a ripened tree
whose beauty is so dazzling that none can ever see.

Drowsy rosebuds dip their dainty
heads in perfect slumber
This vision of rapture has torn asunder
the placid image of false love
that once rode high on the waves of feeling
that, for you, are unheard of.

Butterflies wings tear through the hot,
muggy night of bitter scorn
and build fragile cocoons of faith
hoping to again change form.

Never suspecting upon emerge
fires of wickedness that wait to purge
all the sparkles from their starstruck eyes

Blinded and breathless they catapult
into still, stagnant waters of slaughtered hope
and drown on their own good intentions.

Bitter feelings, words of hate
Depression won't discriminate
Angers' fist flying
leaves the moonbeam's offspring crying
for the arms of shelter that come from depth-less love

Vision changing, rearranging
all the karmic energies of me
Freedom from the heavy sadness
letting go of all the madness
Yearning deep down for you to follow me

On this path of joy and rapture
with honest, unpretentious laughter
and contentedness.....eventually.

I smile as my vision blurs and your cheeky grin fades into a fuzzy world of shapes and colors
where everything is as indistinguishable as my purpose in life.
I cannot tell if your expression is the same or whether my tears cause you strife
or if they are only a few of a billion lonely teardrops in the sea of wasted time that
beats on your shore of deceit and apathetic landslides.
Pretending things are okay we move and groove to the same sad tunes
and all of a sudden there are no more notes in the air
and we are face to face, naked. Nothing standing between us and the truth
So courageous to reach out; grasp it, hold it like a lover to my breast
breath coming in short gasps.  I ponder this tedious decision
look up; catch you running away, running away, running away
I stare at your beautiful back, which I so dearly love
bouncing, weaving, running
leaving
me
alone

If Marie-Antoinette were a ninja
And her fashion sense able to slay
Then perhaps she'd have fought
That crowd 'twas so hot
And her head not be rolled in the hay.