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Hank Van Well Jr Jan 2015
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"I wonder If she'll ever know , she'll never know another love like mine , and I'll never know another love at all "
Hank Van Well Jr Dec 2014
Her love made every day seem like Christmas to me
Hank Van Well Jr Dec 2014
1600 poems
1600 ways I tried to be creative
1600 love letters
1600 moments you were the center of my universe
1600 times I thought of your beauty
1600 times I thought of your kiss
1600 times no matter how far apart , I brought us together
1600 times I shared with you how much I think of you all the time
1600 times you were the insperatin for an ode
1600 times I told you you wre the answer to my prayer
1600 times I wrote you with the idea that it would be us forever
1600 times I told you you were the ONLY girl for me
1600 different ways I tried to show you how much I love you
1600 times you didn't realize the depth of my heart
1600 failures , as you simply moved on
Hank Van Well Jr Feb 2015
Everywhere

She's in every crossword
She haunts the radio
she's in my mind, memories blurred
Cant help but chase her shadow

I feel my heart still palpitate
With just the utterance of her name
All my life , to her , I'd gravitate
For no one else, i feel the same

She's in the stars, for each an ode
Under the moon I'd weep
I think of all the " I love you's " told
And I cry myself to sleep

She's in every, unoccupied thought
I can't help but to endear
But despite all this, its all for naught
Because she's everywhere, but here .
Hank Van Well Jr Jul 2018
A bird and a whisper

A bird landed gentry in my shoulder carrying a rose petal in its beak and hopped into my palms , where I could see a silken white dove called Hope , I could swear I heard a whisper , and a piece of tomorrows dream glowing on the blooming parchment that quivered in the breeze.
Just like that she flew away , wings thrusting on the gusts of inspiration , seemed to carry her adrift , As if the feathers were that, the same of an angel ,leaving a hue of promise in its wake , leaving nothing more than a speck of a shadow against the horizons gate.
Vainly I reach out hoping to catch hold for another moment to no avail, with the ever growing echoes of the whispering breeze to which held the wings of the cherub.
Only to open my eyes to the sound if my sleeping beauty laying next to me , her chest ebbing and flowing like an enchanted ocean , enveloping my slumber ,as I dreamt to the rhythm of her breathing.
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
Absent whispers

She no longer hears her name
Amidst the whispers of the breeze
That voice of an adorer
That echoed his affection
Romantically
In hopes of it reaching her away
She never replied
the corners of her heart have now settled
On cold
The ocean of affection that had enveloped her
Amidst a conscious of loving odes
Dissipated
Bursting clouds
Into feathers they fell gently
No more letters of love
She kept him at a distance
Reasoned herself into lies
Justification, of secrets
Quiet is the pillow
Dim are the stars
He would have brought her the moon
As she looks upon the lunar smile
Somehow she realizes it
He didn't leave because he wanted to love someone else
He left because he had no one left to love
She shunned the " I love you's "
That found her
And sailed away from his sea of affection
And slowly she started to notice
The absence
Absent are the whispers
And the remnants of his unconditional love
Hank Van Well Jr May 2015
Afraid

I see the fear , hear it in her voice
She need not say but I know , she'd rather keep the norm than chase the moon.
Ride a bicycle with her past and leave the future left to uncertainty.
A shining love destined for shadows.
Unwilling to let go,and trust the roads paved for our affection.
A behind the smile lay a lifetime of wishes shared , fantasies daydreamed , and even memories made.
To much to lose , and everything to gain.
Stick with the safety of what she knows , rather than take a chance on what she doesn't.
True love only passes once in a lifetime , and she's willing to let it pass for a piece of her past.
She hides the ring , but doesn't bury it , she hides the love but won't pursue it.
Under the cloak if darkness I find her waiting , I want her to take my hand , step into tomorrow together , but shell never truly say goodbye to then , she wants the now , but she's afraid of tomorrow,
A tomorrow that my never be , because she's afraid
Hank Van Well Jr Jan 2018
all i ever did was love .

I’ve written you thousands of odes , only to have you tell someone else “you love them with all your heart”, a song I’ve never herd you sing to me.
I’ve spent most of my existence , living to love you, not a frame of mind , but, a way of life.
how do you let me treat you so wonderfully , knowing you never wanted to stay.
was it all a lie ?
you were not the first girl who’s lips have touched mine, but you are the first woman I’ve ever truly kissed.
i believe our souls were one in eternity , sewn in the strings of our heart and sealed in that very kiss,parted to be joined again on earth in this life.
i thought we were drawn to one another for as long as i can remember.
you led me to believe you loved me all your life , just not with all your heart i guess.
I’m haunted by the memories that we will never have , tormented by all the times you’ve hurt me , for they outweigh all the times you didn’t .
tried to show you all the time ,just how much i cared , you were my angel,i gave you all that i had ,you gave me indifference , i tried to walk away, yet i kept being drawn back, i tried to forget you , but how can you forget your forever.
all i ever did was love you unconditionally , all you ever did was love someone else more.
why did you ever let me love you at all.
Hank Van Well Jr Mar 2015
All the odes are gone
Like a dying star that has burned  up all its passion,
lighting a world that didn't appreciate its existence
Maybe because they just always were ......
All the odes are gone
Once an isle enveloped in affection
Slowly with each ebbing of the tide
The sea has reclaimed the creative soul,
back into the depths of her indifference
setting the island free....
All the odes are gone
What used to rain forth words,
Like a waterfall in Eden
From the tongue of my beating heart
Now just quenched with the bitter taste of indecision
Now reigns empty
Perhaps now , she may notice
All the odes are gone
Hank Van Well Jr Dec 2014
Another Christmas  poem

Children's laughter and joy
Sounds filling the air
the kids are getting antsy
For Santa to get there

Moms busy in the kitchen
Preparing the feast
And although it's hard work
She's not bothered in the least

Her kids mostly grown now
And some moved away
But they've all come back home
At least for today

Dad bounces the grandkids
Up and down on his knee
He tries to hide it
But you can tell he's happy

Festive songs set the mood
As some of us sing along
The whole family together
At home, where they belong

The trees glistening lights
Have a magical glow
Just as the waxing  moon
Reflects off the snow

The time, it's  here, finally
There's a knock at the door
The moment the children
Have all been waiting for

The man in the red suit
All jolly and fat
With big sack of toys
Flung over his back

With a big ** ** **
He makes his way to the tree
The children stare mesmerized
There faces covered with glee

He reaches into his sac
And he pulls out some toys
Dolls for the girls
And trucks for the boys

Then he looks to the grownups
And with a twinkle in his eye
He hands them all wrapped gifts
And then says his good byes

He shook grandpas hand
And he kissed grandmas cheek
He made his way to the door
Then he turned to speak

Merry Christmas everyone
I'll be back next year
But always remember to hold
Your loved ones near

Make sure to show them how much you love them
Cuz you never know when, you
Will see them again

Merry Christmas
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
Not just the " sea of love "
But the bellowing ocean enveloping an island amidst it.
And never just a shining star ,
But a galaxy full , one for each time I've felt that way
Simply beautiful ?
No,But…
More beauteous than a world full of budding flowers
In the genesis of spring
Never just enough .....
I could tell you ,
your arms are simply my  Eden,
But id rather say ,
Your embrace , like the warm summer sun
On the face of the pavement
After a rainstorm,
refreshing,blissful
I can't help my flowing affection
And that thriving adoration
i just can’t  seem to capture ,
With just a mere few utterances
such as……
As I think of being “ lost in your eyes " ,
but instead i say
I ponder the enchanting spell your emerald gaze has bestowed upon me,
Poetry my love , my odes .
For , its the only way to show you
my favorite way to show you
how i feel
Why use three words to tell you just how much I love you
When poetry lets me use TEN !
a poets motto

I love you my sweet sweet angel
Hank Van Well Jr Sep 2018
At least for a day

At least for a day America came together
At least for a day , no one cared what color our skin was , or where we came from.
At least for a day we honored law enforcement and first responders in the like, as they charged toward the unknown danger to keep the rest of us safe.
At least for a day we let our military do what they were trained to do , instead of sit on their hands .
At least for a day we could do whatever we had to , to keep the country safe from further attacks.
At least for a day their was no partisan politics , where the government worked together for the greater good and put aside the petty bickering and said “ what do you need Mr President “.
On a day where the enemy tried to break America , we stood together as Americans , one body ,not identified by skin color , religion , or preferences , we all cried together, we all brushed off the dust , built a taller building , even though that is not the symbol of who we are , it was a symbol of what we aren’t .
At least for a day , we couldn’t be broken .
17 years later ..... we are fighting against ourselves , being encouraged to disobey law enforcement , divided again by our skin color , or religion , or preference , for a while , I couldn’t even say Merry Christmas without potentially offending someone.
Hatred is spewing on both sides of our government , we are being told to “resist “.
What happened ?
Do we need another tragedy to show us all we bleed the same color ?
The Bible says “ a house divided against itself can not stand “ Matt 12:22.
I will never forget the sorrow of that day , all the souls lost then , and the ones still recovering , I cried that day , and I cry now , because at least for a day , we forgot about all the other ******* and fought back as Americans , mourned as Americans , re built as Americans .
At least for a day , we stood together !
At least for a day!
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
" beautiful "

I've seen the landscapes painting the surface of the country mountains in the spring , through the reflection if the sun.
And the opal glow in the midnight moon , off the freshly fallen snow ,
The rainbow in a waterfall , underneath a sapphire sky in the summer , some of the most naturally beautiful experiences ,for ever the eyes to see.
Gods grace among us ,
But and then I see your smile , the purest symbol of everything that's " right" in my world.
The key to my heart ,
the river of blood flow, my reason for being, the morning star to which my world orbits ,
my perfection ,
in the middle if the universe ,to which I live , you .
All that is beautiful , to the depths if my hearts content ,
All that is adorable ,
all their is to ever desire ,
all their is to ever love,
starts , and ends ,
and rests within your loving smile ,
No one can ever experience beautiful
Until they've experienced you !!
I love you my sweet sweet angel
Hank Van Well Jr May 2015
Begins

My heart beats to the harmony of your own , an echo to which
my time itself ticks.
Each breath , invigorating ,filled  loving aura.
My eyes , they open in mesmerization of your enchanting beauty , and I can't help but then behold everything through the love painted reflection that you have created.
I drink each day from the cup of your affection , the breeze carries the scent of your skin ,I close my eyes again just to feel you with my senses.
You are my waking moment
You are my every tomorrow
Their is no future without "us "
Because .....
My future begins every next moment you are.
Hank Van Well Jr Dec 2014
Being in love, can
Fuse both falling,
And drowning,
Into but one,single
Feeling
Hank Van Well Jr Jul 2018
Beyond love

I look past the furthest star , and yet I find another , for their is no edge to the universe , infinite , omnipresent , no matter how much their is , their is always more , like my heart towards you my darling , my affection is greater than what can be put in words “ beyond love “ .
Forever , had no beginning , and every step into , just grows even further .
Your enchanting eyes , your radiant smile , I hold you , I don’t want to let go , I wish you could feel the emotions pouring from my soul , the affection  “ beyond love “, such a sensation , deeper , further , wider , longer , outside of words ,past  feelings , indescribable , but pure.    “ devotion “ an attachment , our kindred spirits .
“ beyond love “
nothing can quite capture , more than all that I am.
To say I love you with all my heart is but only the beginning .
For my darling , what I have for you is more than that of my beating hearts calling , you are the most beautiful thing in the world to me and to other way to express , what I hold for you , is truly , and evermore ,  “ beyond love “
Hank Van Well Jr Mar 2015
Book of odes

Left over in the corner
Dust ridden yet cherished
Torn between touching it
And letting it go
Full of my heart
Yet baron
So may times
My fingers have grazed the rim
Gently
Like caressing the ridges
Of a flower petal
Flower petals yes ....
How often we press them between the pages
My flower petals
I've blown off the dust
Feel its aura stir up the butterflies
still in my heart
My life
A life I'm no longer living
Yet I still can't let go
She's there
" we " are there
I put it back down
I can't re live the love
Not without the pain.
It was her book of odes
Penned in my blood
from my loving heart.
Where it still seems to reside
Within the walls of the binder
It hurts to much to remember
Those words
Songs from my soul.
Left over , in the corner.
Cherished and estranged .
Hank Van Well Jr Dec 2014
Boomerang

My love is like a boomerang
It starts and ends with you
Like midnight on the evening dial , that is also first dawn too.

A complete circle with no end
An infante figure eight
You've made destination into the journey
that is more than worth the wait

No matter how far apart we are
You won't long  be alone
cuz although I may have  gone away
Your love , is where I still call home
Hank Van Well Jr Nov 2014
It was like she was simply,
making  an omelette,
with my HEART
She broke it,
beat it ,
burned it,
chewed it up,
and spit it out ,
and left it their
To rot.....
Hank Van Well Jr Jan 2015
Breath

Suffocating amidst her absence and yet now able to breathe
Yet in still drowning in grief ,
I inhale the void she left behind with her indifference.
Indifference, what took me to the now .
Although she needed both hands to hold my heart , she could not free them both to grasp it.
Despite her name inscribed on its walls, she couldn't get her initials off the other, to handle mine.
I don't wanna hurt anymore.
Tears amass in the pit of my stomach ,
Bottled up dreams disappearing into the eye of the whirlpool trembling in my gut.
As I too tried to hold in against the current.
But I grew tired , tired if trying to hold in to something that didn't wanna stay.
I stopped struggling  
She let me go
Only to implode into my own peril as I let the eddy pull me under.
No more , do I sit in wonder
From the commitment she couldn't keep.
I find myself drowning with her indecision
And suffocating , now that she has.
My heart can't stay afloat in pieces
And she let go of my heart, because of a heart she couldn't let go of .
Hank Van Well Jr Nov 2014
The flames reach out from the burning odes
Set afire and with indifference, fueled  and feasting on her rejection
The smoke bellows into shapes of the fading memories risen from the ink that painted them .
A lifetime of affection hopes and dreams , and sorrows, dissipating into the air , hours and hours of unappreciated heartfelt expressions
Reduced to nothing more than ashes , that are now remnant traces of a broken heart , that was once mine.
Tears aren't enough to douse the flames , just as futile as the letters themselves .
Unable to hold on to her heart ,and growing still are now smoke filled moments .
As the fire burns , I can no longer separate the happy from the sad .
So I just watch the fire burn
Hank Van Well Jr Apr 2018
But for a moment

Like a gentile breeze out of no where , painting fading memories again with the vibrant hue of freshness in the sound of her voice .
Calm , yet with the bellow of a thunderous burst of affection , waking my soul out of its nightmarish doldrums.
For but a moment , she flew back upon my existence , bringing my heart back to life in an instant of her smile.
“My life “ , my love , but for a moment,
the flowers aligned with the stars , the moon again casts its smile over midnight , and I can rest in her daydreams , or echoes in the night.
But for a moment , she again is the next line of the ,“ happily ever after “, where the real story begins.
My tomorrows dream , my love of a lifetime , and lifetime love. The thought of getting to touch her silken lips once more , caress her porcelain skin , taste her tenderness , and love her one more time.
But for a moment , I fall again enchanted to the softness of her voice as it sends my heartstrings into a symphony.
But for a moment , she is mine once more .
Hank Van Well Jr Nov 2014
Can't help who you love

Living life in a holding pattern because you can't help who you love
putting up with more than you deserve, because you can't help who you love
Always seems like your swimming upstream
Because you can't help who you love,
Hanging off the edge of the pedestal you put them on, to the person you fell for, the person you thought they were.
Because you can't help who you love
Just when you think you can let go,they remind you of why they captured your heart.
Caught in a storm of reality, winds of uncertainty , and yet that jolt in your belly when the catch your eye.
No, you can't help who you love.
So many decisions you know you should make.
But ,
You can't help who you love ....
You can't help who you love ...
Hank Van Well Jr Dec 2017
Can’t run away

How can you forget someone that keeps coming back in your dreams.
I can’t run away .
It’s been some time now since you decided to take your journey with someone else , yet , I have been trying to let you be
It’s so hard to erase your name from my heart as it’s been etched on it’s beating walls all my life.
With each day’s distance , the pain is a little less , until a diffident haunting ,in my dreams , where I’m hopeless to avoid you , can’t run away from my love , yet watch you walk away from me all over again .
Only to wake to a raging tempest on my insides , and a pounding in my chest, and a mind full of fresh memories of a love that will never be.
Helpless is the heart that can’t hide from a dream , hurtful is to open my eyes alone , with another handful of fresh shadows of you choosing e else over and over again.
Wide awake , amidst the midnight darkness.
How do you forget someone that keeps coming back in your dreams.
Hank Van Well Jr Dec 2014
the heart, is the canvas to which the poet paints "
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
Captivated

I am bound , bound by my own affections
The weight of my love
An anchor
I can't see past her , nor do I desire to
She has become the bright star
To my universe
My world , orbits around her .
Just as the sun keeps the earth locked in its elliptical rotation
I can't love another being as I have fallen so deeply for her
Captivated ....
Her enchanting allure holds me
Her prisoner
For I simply can not desire anyone else
As long as her affection is alive
A hint of a tomorrow  
For my Soul
Their is no one else
Their cant be
She holds my heart , I gave it to her
Surrendered , vulnerable
I can never see beyond her
Because my love It has ,
painted her into the horizon
I could never be free
just lost
Without her
As long as she holds my heart
She holds into me
Captivated am I
An inmate ,to my own desires
I can't let go , unless she lets me go
She simply has my mind , body and soul
Her loving Hostage , I am forever
Captivated ......
Hank Van Well Jr Feb 2015
Castaway

I've finally loosed the anchor
And let ....
What once was the sea of affection that used to envelop the island.
Well now , now
Its an ocean of broken heartedness,
I let go of the island ...
I let go,
succumb to the unknown
The hardest part is not looking back
Hoping she's waiving me back,
But she won't,
My Eden , the place I rested my heart
Infested with indifference.
My tears ?
They  have no affect on the already vast ocean they are spilling into ,
Only marring my reflection
I wonder how many other tears are here ,
How many distorted reflections ?
Just like her truths.
I bow  my head , let the wind waltz with the waves
My heart, a lonely sailboat
And she is the fading memory
In the distance now.
It was so hard , but I did it
Finally !
I let go
And let the elements carry me into tomorrow
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
Chasing the wind

Alone I am with my torments,
My thoughts
Assessing the destinations of my heart
Despite her words , I still find myself chasing " us "
waves upon waves  of effort
In the form of creative ways of showing my affection
Yet futile,
For as desperately as I try to gain on her preoccupied heart,
The distance
It stays the same
no matter the effort ,
Miles and miles , or just a mere arms length,
Still just out of my reach,
Like that star at the end if the universe
Or that butterfly just beyond the the tips of my fingers
She always seems to be just far enough away
To keep an " us " from forming
For some time now
seemingly forever ....just over the horizon
Or just past  the trees
That hope filled ray of sunshine ,
Just beyond the clouds
Always just far enough away.
For me to finally realize
I am perpetually,
simply just
Chasing  after the wind ......
Hank Van Well Jr Dec 2014
The Christmas rooftops
Are covered with snow
Casting a reflection
Of the winter moon glow

Then a shadow casting
From out of the sky
In the shape of 8 reindeer
That can mysteriously fly

As the shadow grows bigger
On the rooftop they land
Pulling a sleigh full of toys
And a jolly old man

Toward the chimney he goes
The burly man dressed in red
Hops up and goes down
While the kids are in bed

He sprinkles some magic
And brings life to the tree
With a rainbow of lights
And some Christmas glee

And neath the tree
He loads it up with new toys
Topped with dolls for the girls
And trucks for the boys

Then to mom and dads stockings
That hang on the wall
He slips in some envelopes  and say says
" that takes care of them all "

A quick sip of milk
And a cookie or two
Then back to the chimney
He's got lots to do

The man known as Santa
Hops back on his sleigh
And yells merry Christmas
As the deer take him away

Now down below
Excited children arise
Cuz the best way to see Christmas
Is through a child's eyes
Hank Van Well Jr May 2015
Clouds

I love the way the clouds seem to lay gracefully atop the air as if they  are drifting off to sleep on a blanket of wind currents,
Like resting  my head over her heart and floating too, gently off with them, following the rhythm of her flowing heart off into paradise.
No need to dream , because the dream is where my head is now nestled.
Her breathing caresses me like the rolling tides that brush the surface of the sand , my head is the conch that sets imbedded within, swelling with echoes of "I love you's" blended in her heartbeats song.
For with her , I am sleeping on the air with the clouds as well.
Hank Van Well Jr Jan 2015
collateral damage
Broken ,
i look at the shards of mirror
A lifetime shattered into instances
laden in heartbreak of broken memories
bloodstained fingerprints
walk in vain across the surface
In futility
desperate attempts to mend a broken heart,
But stabbed again, by the edges of infidelity
Slicing ridges , reminders  , of those painful memories
Corralling the few wonderful ones
each splinter of glass,
holds yet another series of events , in the story of a lifetime
Unable to mend
Just like this broken heart
collateral damage , to another broken past " on the mend "
For that's all a broken heart is ,
is little pieces of " reflections " that still " cut you " whenever your soul reaches out to touch ....
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
Corner
The spirits seem to enhance my emotions
My eyes , levees to all that has haunted me
Flames of rage , doused in bourbon, smoldering into neglect and rejection.
Shoulders pressed to the corner walls
My own cocoon
A lifetime matinée in moments
Another swig of liquid paradox
A soothing burn
A dousing spark
A comforting fire
90 proof tears smear my cheeks
Painted in harsh evaluation
From the face in the mirror
I've visited this place before
The corner of life , and nightmare.
Where the faces of lies are ready to greet me
With a bottle of heartbreak , and a shot glass of under appreciation.
My corner
Alone with the spirits
They seem to know every haunt in my mind
And every ache in my heart
All to eager to re live it with me
Another sip , another swig
Another paradox
They all start to drown in my own numbness
The storm before the calm
Alone in my corner
And I soon will be fast asleep
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
The corner of the room

The corner if the room
The writing table
A cloud of imagination hovers
Cast over the halo of the desk lamp
The journal lay open
Calling upon the atmospheres
From the ambiance set
The genesis of dreams waiting to be plucked
Like a swarm of butterflies
Hopes waiting to be painted
Wishes waiting to be told
a corner if the room
The helm of an imagination
An empty chair
Headrest faded with miles of pondering thoughts
Armrests look like bridges
Leading back to the sanded surface
Of the pine
Treasures channeled , and a river if ink inside the pen
An ocean of odes already poured
And more just over the horizon.
The corner if the room
A passage to a universe
Were love perseveres
And nature has a voice
Emotions are teleported
From soul to soul
Hearts are won over
And some of them hurt
From the corner if the room
On the face if the writing table
Another moment lays in wait ....
Hank Van Well Jr Dec 2014
" the crimson rose turns ashen with out a beating heart to replenish the scars from the thorns "
Hank Van Well Jr Dec 2014
you can't fight,
what you don't know
, but I know myself
, and I cant win,
Because myself,
knows me , all to well
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
I sift through the pieces of my soul that I have given you over the years
Hundreds of odes , and heartfelt snippets of affection
Moments shared , hopes confessed , and dreams wished upon
disregarded pieces of my heart
For in every token of my affection ,
Was stamped with a piece if my heart
Now discarded , I am left with a portion of my affection
And the rest lay in waist with the rest if your worthless trinkets
And I am left with the arid pages of a dried up ocean , that once enveloped you ,
Half a heart , and a soul filled in sorrow ,
And I wonder someday if you ask yourself where my love has gone
You need look no further than the broken pieces of my heart that you left stagnant , in some dormant part of your past
Along with my discarded odes ...
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
Distant calling

I hear the echoes over the horizon
Whispering
The backdrop sky painted
With the petals of a rose dipped, in sunshine
The rose , the symbol of love ,
And yet ,
Laden with pain
The thorns , reminders if the price we pay sometimes
Just to fall in love
I can't compete with the allure
Of the crimson sky bending down to caress the earth
And I can't argue with the echoes
I only pray someday
They will be mine
But until that day
My heart will ache with the empty shadows
Cast upon her footprints
As she chases the sounds of her own..........
echoes
Hank Van Well Jr Dec 2014
There wasn't a dream,
until she made it one,
I never knew love,
until I dreamed
❤️
Hank Van Well Jr Feb 2015
" I'll dream if the dreams I used to dream, when she was the dream I dreamed"
I miss you
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
Each passing day
I get closer to the limits of her drawing in my heart
Every second further the clouded chaos
That storms in my gut eases
Just a bit
Her gravity , her love
That held me
Further ,less the strain , forge through the pain
I know
The longer apart , the less it will be
The ever present magnetism
My undaunted love
The " gravity " of her
That makes me ache in her absence
The ever growing days between our embrace
Ebbs just ever so slightly
But slightly ebbs
The hold on my heart weakens
All be it in sorrow
Distance
Someday beyond the reach of her affection
As she has moved on
So too can I
Just past the reach
That event horizon just past her allure
Where she can no longer grip my troubled heart
Only to break free of that gravity that drew me to her
And wonder aimlessly lost
Just as it was before I had,
Fallen
Fallen for her ,
Ill be lost without her
But at least it won't hurt
Anymore .....
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
Echoes

The darkness echoes with the bellowing sounds of silence ,
Ringing aloud with the thunderous quiet ,
Splashes of the wisps of her exhale is likened to the outstretched arms of the ebbing tides on the shoreline
As her breathing silences the echoes
The celling strobes
To the flicking candle flame ,
tasting the air like the tongue of  a serpent
Animating the shadows in the room
Laying next to me
The reason for my wake
As I have gotten lost in her sleeping beauty
For she is the center of this universe
And all the realms of my heart
Her sandy hair
Her peaceful glow
Reflecting the pulsating candles
And casting our Intertwined shadows against the wall
And as I continue to let my mind envelop her presence
Their is no place else id rather be
Than next to my sweet sweet love
In our own little universe
Behind the echoing darkness
And the orbit of my adoring heart
Sweet dreams my love ,
I'm with you always ......
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
Alone as I walk, these hallowed hallways, wondering who before me has taken this same pathway to wherever , my footfalls muffled within the echoes , like the baron insides of a fallen oak , or the dripping of a wooden faucet , bip , bip, bip , amidst the breeze of these fallen echoes , like rustling leaves in an autumn gust , making a unique sound of chatter , if you start to hone your ears  you can actually hear the conversations, words uttered within these confines , that have never left , secrets cradled in time , moments lived , loves lost , heart to hearts , and confidant professions , no faces , just words , I often wonder when I catch a snippet of a dialogue past, to whom it may have belonged , and how it may have ended ,or to what it may have conjured, and as I find myself nearing the end of this hallway , I wonder just how many conversations have  amassed between these walls  , how many words continue to rebound  within this portion of time , and how many others have listened , to the echoes .....To the echoes in the hall .....
Hank Van Well Jr Mar 2015
Echoes in the stairwell

The heart murmurs
quiet voices
Like echoes in a stairwell
To a yearning soul still trying to hold on,
forgotten yesterday's
unfulfilled tomorrow's.
Moments in a dream,
or dreams lived,
into a moment.
haunting proclamations
Seeming  to carom off the walls of my very insides ...
Like echoes in a stairwell
So real sometimes ,
I find myself  looking over my shoulder.
Or my heart seems to freeze ,
then explode
splashing the  " tinglies ,throughout my entire body.
The whisper of her name
stops me in my gait
The utterance of her voice
Just a figment of the mind
It captivates
It undulates
but its simply just not real
But in my mind ......
Like my soul
I hear them , and wish it were
Because I still hear them .....
like echoes,
Echoes  in the stairwell
Hank Van Well Jr May 2015
Echoes in the stairwell

The heart murmurs
quiet voices
Like echoes in a stairwell
To a yearning soul still trying to hold on,
forgotten yesterday's
unfulfilled tomorrow's.
Moments in a dream,
or dreams lived,
into a moment.
haunting proclamations
Seeming  to carom off the walls of my very insides ...
Like echoes in a stairwell
So real sometimes ,
I find myself  looking over my shoulder.
Or my heart seems to freeze ,
then explode
splashing the  " tinglies ,throughout my entire body.
The whisper of her name
stops me in my gait
The utterance of her voice
Just a figment of the mind
It captivates
It undulates
but its simply just not real
But in my mind ......
Like my soul
I hear them , and wish it were
Because I still hear them .....
like echoes,
Echoes  in the stairwell
Hank Van Well Jr Jan 2015
Empty shell

Sparks had shattered through the air,
under the bellows of a thunderous explosion ,
the sudden relief of a building tension.
We were
I held on to her
My heart dense with affection
Just like the lead projectile
That speared through the atmosphere
She's gone
just like a discharged cartage
I lay worthless
Baron ,
An empty shell
Cast aside, of no further use
The fire inside , dissipated through the barrel of indifference
My heart roams aimlessly ,
Eventually, it  will succumb to gravity,
Fall to the ground,lost
my affection
Nothing more than an empty shell
A discharged round of ammo
Laying in top of the dirt
With nothing left to give.
I put it all into her
Now she's gone
And I'm but an empty shell
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
The surface
Limericks , rhymes , ballads and love
For a time just dabbled
Deeper
The whimsically rhythm
Stretched into elongated lines
And metaphoric realizations
A few more shovels full
I'm knocking on the door to my very own sepulcher
My soul
A poked hornets nest of emotions
The next phase of literary evolution
A ticketed ride to an abyss
Laden in hopes and memories
Pain and sorrows
And sometimes bliss
Further deep
The shovel a muse ?
Past the seeds
And Beyond
Beyond the outstretched fingertips
of the growing roots
where shadows have overtaken the sun
and the only illumination
The sentiment of those
who can associate with the insight
The shovel works
each new pile of dirt
Just another symbol
Another phase , another remnant
Left behind, the progression
Of a love struck heart
And its creative expedition
Through the depths of expression
Poetry
My poetry,
From a brushing on the surface
Budding rhymes , watered limericks  
To the deep rooted secrets
Locked in a soul
And I guide to just how far
Ones writing has grown ....
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
It's been so long since I've penned of the fading images my heart still continues to conjure . Like the magic mirror on the wall that has that has slowly clouded into the unknown , no longer are we in the reflection of my tomorrow's , my heart stretches with the pain of emptiness to that tightness that wrestles to free itself from my torso , for the love of my life has become nothing  more than an apparition of haunting memories of what used to be , finding me everywhere , because I saw her in everything their was , the sun still rises and sets , but no longer in her smile , the stars remind me of her sparkling eyes that like the mirror , the love has since faded . Trying to forget her is like remembering I never loved her at all , impossible , loneliness has never felt so crowded , and although I should accept it,bow my head and walk away , I find myself trying to cradle the faded memories just as futile as trying to hold the ocean itself . The moments I used to capture in the form of an ode, have become more distant with each passing tomorrow , leaving fewer memories to fill the expanding hole that now grows ever so bigger in my heart ...
I miss her , and I love her still ...
Hank Van Well Jr Dec 2017
Fading memory

I see the moon , and I look at the empty footprints leading toward another fading memory i tried to bring you.
Cast off like the wilted petals of all the dying flowers I sent.
My heart beat only for you , I sent you an ode for every midnight star.
I thought being a part of “ us “ was a dream worth waiting for , as I’ve known nothing else but love for you, my whole life and beyond.
You are every where I look , every where I’ve been , and every where I wanted to go.
I wanted to be your “ knight “ I wanted to be your everything .
Do you ever hear my voice echoing in the breeze ?
Do you remember how many times I serenaded you on a rainy day ? Under the sun ? Next to you ? Or , on the dance floor while you rest your head in my chest “your spot” ?
You used to gaze at me with such affection , and I know I always loved you with my eyes , a soul full of affection.
Now all I have are a bunch of reminders , of fading memories , and I wonder if you ever really loved me at all .
Hank Van Well Jr May 2015
Fallen

I've fallen hard
Captivated by you ,I am a willing prisoner
I Surrendered to you  in every way
In words thoughts and deeds
I'm yours
My life's breath
My hearts blood
I think I can't love you any more , or any deeper
Only to wake up the very next day and realize I have
I have fallen
Like a fly
I'm bound in the web of my very own heart strings , that only you have the hold.
Like an anvil into the ocean
I have fallen
Into your love , into your beauty
Hard , fast , and deeply
But into your arms you will catch me
And I'll fall even further and deeper tomorrow,
Over and over again
Fallen
Hank Van Well Jr Dec 2014
It's not the man in the mirror
that I fear
It's the mirror of the man
that haunts me
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