Traveling on rocks
when
I came and saw you standing still in this theory of
time where space and the minute hand collide in the
explosive impact of a lovers long and dead embrace that
envelops all of the planets existence in this single instance.
and
then
I realized
that this collision
Was in the best interest of the sole proprietor of
my heart's real estate on which houses were built to
hold the familiar smells, touches, and tastes of your sweet
touch, and yet this time I have found that you
have forsaken this heart beating landscape with your fruitful lies
and promising truths.
For
the
rest of
us have come to realize that the words that leave
your mouth, while as sweet and well intention as you
may present them to the gathering droves of the gullible
ears, exit your mouth with the speed of an arrow
and the sharpness a blade that has a double edge
pointing back at the shooter with the same accuracy as
the target soul's painted bull's eye.
But I will
always
forgive
and never
forget the moments that these words provided to the broken
soul, heart, and mind of one terribly miserable beast, while
banished from his form, made up his mind to trust
one last time in the lips of his angel, and
while glass rose petals shattered from the spoken words off
her lips, the truths still glowed brightly in its broken
shatterings
proving that
these harsh
words of the cover
up, was faked
And the real voice, the real trust, the real love
covered in smothering lies to hide it's embarrassing weakness of
love, and showing that in its rock hard skin was
a soft, well spoken, mild mannered
(although as sharp as ever)
heart and soul filled with the love for the beast,
by the beast, and given back to this beast
and
then
the beast transformed, converted
into the one
and the only one
For you...me
Another Insomniac Poem (AIP)