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J Lobo 1d
I still recall the altar’s glow,
The incense thick with whispered grace.
I swung the smoke in practiced flow,
A boy who knew his sacred place.

Some ties are silent, undefined,
Not marked by vows or chapel walls.
Yet still they weigh upon the mind,
A yearning wrapped in sacred calls.

I question God, yet hold Him near,
Though reason pulls me from that shore.
My heart believes through doubt and fear,
And aches for truths I can't ignore.

So let me speak what priests won’t bless,
That love, when real, still feels divine.
And maybe God, in quietness,
Still lights a candle next to mine.
J Lobo 1d
They called my name and wore it thin,
A borrowed cloth against my skin.
Each word I spoke, each hand I shook,
Felt stolen from some braver book,
A mask too tight to fit within.

Applause became a kind of curse,
Each cheer, a verse I must rehearse.
Smile, nod, and hide the hollow eyes,
Clutch gilded trophies with dry sighs
While doubt wrote chapters even worse.

I learned to laugh, to play along,
To hum their praises like a song.
But every crown sat loose and wrong,
As if they’d catch me before long,
A jester faking he belongs.

And when the night stretched sharp and black,
I traced the cracks along my back.
This borrowed life, this patchwork skin
A quiet fraud, too loud to win,
Too full of ghosts to send them back.

Yet here I stand, unmasked, unmade,
A tattered soul they can't evade.
I own the cracks, I claim the scar,
I wander listless, yet still I spar
I am the blade they never stayed.
J Lobo Dec 2022
Am I crazy to fall for you?
My soul, my being,
Set ablaze
At one sight of you.

In these flames, I burn
And yet I believe
My haven
Is me there with you

Am I the fool rushing in?
My heart leading
In a daze
Pulling me to you.

Your heart I am yearning,
The world to forget,
Here I kneel
My sanctum is you

Am I a dead man walking?
A loser still thinking
he's got a chance.
In the end, me with you.

In restless unease, I am
This is love, I know.
Will you say;
You love me too?
J Lobo Apr 2022
Letters on the parchment
Some sweet to read,
Others breeding misery

Letters written with passion
Some with love abound
Scorn others carry

Letters in the box
Waiting their carrier
Ink waiting to scream.

Letters laid waste
One tumble scattered
A plash staking claim

Letters lay there bleeding
Unread by the reader
Their designs lost, Incomplete.
J Lobo Mar 2022
This here drunk moon sets
The bottle not to blame
A feeble heart all but smitten
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4560210/convo/
A response to Convo by Frances Raeburn
J Lobo Dec 2021
Colour my words, world
Light or dark, all caged in its tunes
Tongues lash out in cacophony
Thank you Sudhanshu for the inspiration in The tongue (haiku #6)
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4438263/the-tongue-haiku-6/
J Lobo Dec 2021
You who left me in
this here storms of your making
Dead yet or shall I bury?
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