The mind is a formidable foe, but it can be conquered and trained to ones will.

I remember your lips and your sonnet
and a perfect sunrise alive early hour
I remember our nights
and the long hours kept
glances here and over the shoulder
I remember you reaching over
gently grasping my hand
The hold of strong iron
with the sweat of my land

It was like a fast train
a transparent boxer with a heavy hit
I try to keep my footing through its mighty solid fit
I love you
and I have loved you
for so long dear
Come to my side and be my witness

Days speed
and all of my pain, another tattoo
a reminder of when I was with you
I blanket myself with dreams
it was rich for awhile
Days slept too long
and the threads became undone
A nightmare followed
close by as a spy
I've walked around this place a thousand times
prison steps from yesterday
the wood has softened

I bow my head
to see your face
another tear
my eyes trace
outline to shadow
I close my eyes
and hope for sound
to pull from you
to heal from you

We never part with words
just hunger

Today, I will tell you that I'm lucky
I've got an angel on my right
and you on my left
I see your eyes, like diamonds,
follow through the white-hot steam on tenuous glass
I place my finger on the same line you started
repeat the movement
and trace back my name

Your breath is heavy
your pulse of heart rhythmic with mine
In unison we are alive


"In Sympathy In Existence"

(c)April 18, 2008, Bellabloom,
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Tears fall
Unheard, unseen
Unfelt, and unnoticed
Still I cry
As broken am I

They tell me not to dwindle in the past
But that just causes me to laugh
Sometimes it is better to live in the past
Because the present is straight ***

It's all because I have these beliefs they view me as ******* rebel
I'm dangerous they say
A corruption to society
When the truth is they just want to exile me

The world just isn't ready for change
It wants to cling onto the past as if the past is its very life force
How hypocritical
Funny if you ask me

So I'll just watch from the moon as the earth spins "uncontrollably"
Laughing away as the stars shine in the distant space
Just awaiting my day
The day I will make my return to the hypocrites of society

I sat alone and aloof
A Book in hand
And words in mind,
Leaving my reality behind.

He came from nowhere,
Nowhere that I could see
And asked about the words I read;
But for all his words, my words were dead.

We spoke for a while,
Hot coffee warming our hands;
Smiles on our faces and hope in heart
We both played well the stranger's part.

With the hands of time in motion,
We spoke out our souls
Of our lives and our faces,
And our words and their paces.

Of the hours that hurt
And the words that burnt;
The sweet balm of love and care
And how life could, maybe, be a little fair.

He asked, at last, if my words were taken,
And I thought back to the boy
With whom my words belonged--
*I've given up my words far too long...

do i look like a temporary replacement
or is it just written in subtle letters
in the spaces between my eyelids?

tell me if i talk too much.
i remember every word of endearment to be passed through
your lips. are they meaningless?
does "beautiful" slide off the tongue so easy, it has forgotten its own
meaning whenever you speak it?
does the word "amazing" leave a rancid taste in your mouth?
how many other places has it been? i'm sure it left an imprint on
the tongue of your ex lovers.

i'm sorry, i'm not usually so passive aggressive,
but i swear i can feel you leaving me and my insecurities to howl at a lonely moon.

It’s a perfectly golden day
she isn’t loving you less
no obstacle on your way
eating up your space

though fine on surface
you feel inside unrest
of a sighing emptiness
weighing on your chest!

There’s a wind blowing strong
no speck clouds the blue
your ears get birdsong
and you don’t have a clue

what stirs the ache
that finds no easy heal
but for you to break
lose strength of will!

The petals burst in bloom
crowned in sprightly leaves
yet shrouded in gloom
you wonder why heart grieves!

Somewhere in the vanity of hope,
Lie buried the ashes of dreams..
And, it is in its sphere,
A castle of life is built.