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PERTINAX Apr 2018
What words left unspoken
Speak callous to the mute
For it is grace to give sound      
Opposition tranquil                        
Like the rushing water              
Heard from a background ravine
Babbling incessant                              
Just out of reach                              

Woe it is that such secrets rest
That truth ranks second      
En lieu of base expression      
Deeming stoic pretense superior
To turbulent interior                          
Similar to the focus of a predator          
Stalking it's prey              
<Silent>
Waiting for the perfect opportunity
AMBUSH!                          
To sate the quiet hunger              
Patiently lying in wait                

Oh, it is a shame that masks be worn
For behind that false visage        
Rests a truth                        
Left unspoken
Feel incomplete like something is missing. Any advice?
PERTINAX May 2016
Upon arrival my thoughts painted a patina
Full of dark hues of crimson and ink
Creating a stark contrast between the living colors of a healthy mountain sky

Months of worry and loss perpetuated a sense of loneliness
Like a disease slowly unraveling the progress and success
Obtained after years of falling

You taught me how to stand...
How to love...
And how to forget...

Upon my first step into this wilderness,
Our home,
A rush of lost emotion was found
And above me the sky roiled,
Screaming in protest,
As my thoughts of you merged with the quiet serenity of the neighboring peaks
To form a rolling tempest
Of our past and my present

The pain then crashed upon my soul
Sending myriad flashes of opposing memories
Incompatible with the reality of your absence

Through this colorful migraine
I found the courage to take another step,
One foot in front of the other,
Each alleviating your glare that had consumed my senses

With the last ray of light upon the horizon
I, like the sun, set down your image
So that upon my arisal
Fresh eyes can begin to see the sky
For its own inherent beauty
That for so long I had attributed to you
First piece in my new series "Mountain Views of Silent Nights".

Copyright L.R. Thompson Poetry
PERTINAX Jun 2017
How can one year seem like ten?
Is love just a form of multiplication
Stacking seconds on top of minutes
To the point that each hour
Somehow violates the laws of time?
Or does the weight of our hearts
Bend the very fabric of time
Creating such gravity that our
Beats move like a wave throughout
The cosmos?

To the outside world we appear normal
Whereas the seemingly everlasting days
To them seem brief at best
For our love is anything but general
It is special to the extent
That the faster we move
The heavier we become
As we grow and learn together
Within the shared experiences
All contained within one year

365 days
8760 hours
525600 minutes
31536000 seconds
Of the special relativity
Between us and the cosmos
Happy one year Anniversary to my queen and fiancee, Tara <3 I love you!
PERTINAX Oct 2016
The mind can be a powerful tool
One used for the good
As it can be turned evil
Like a Vader syndrome
We can become compelled
To do the wrong thing
For the right reasons
Because when faced with love
No decision can be easy
...
It takes work
...
And risk to trust another
With your darkest weaknesses
As well as your brightest
Divinations
Which can yield foresight
Into a future dimmer,
In contrast,
Than the slightly lighter road
That can lead you down a path
Of happiness for those
To whom which all burdens
Are shared
Leaving but one option
To which only the night
Can see
PERTINAX May 2017
We're all weightless
Compared to the mass
Of the sun
And moon
Yet our minds
Can carry more weight
Than an entire galaxy
Maybe this is how
The universe communicates
Across the ever expanding
Cosmos
By creating the byproduct
That we can observe as time
While the space we occupy
Is minuscule
In comparison
To the big bang
That is a thought
Without weight
PERTINAX May 2016
Forward we Push
Into the never ending
Winding paths that detour
The heart
From the course of the ordinary
To achieve the extraordinary
We Push
To be more than the others
And better than the most
Panting and huffing we release
Our constraints,
These chains that shackle and bind
Our minds to the normalcy
That plagues the weak
So we Push
To be
More
"Mountain Views of Silent Nights" part 4
Copyright L.R. Thompson Poetry
PERTINAX Apr 2017
Silence rarely ends in a whisper
For it is too common that life
And all its accoutrements
Begins with it's rival
...
BANG!
...
Leaving behind all certainty that solitude
Is commonplace in the universe wide
Nay, sound is all around us!
It reverberates in our very molecules
Enticing us to sway and flow
With the motion of space itself
Which is ever expanding like a balloon
In the process of inflation
Continually getting bigger and bigger
Louder and louder
Until critical mass is achieved
With the world we dance upon
Sitting at the very epicenter of tragedy
Whereas all matter reverses course
To crunch with a
...
BANG!
...
Leading to the first whisper of silence
PERTINAX May 2017
We are pilgrims of a world gone mad
Cruising hand in hand against the flow
That ebbs and crushes with tidal force
The freedom we both cherish so

Here we go!

Bouncing over white water seams
Dual paddles churning the waves
Launching over a rushing waterfall
Falling for what seems like days

I got you!

In my arms as we splash into the void
Our 3D world morphing into four
I open my eyes and see the light
And all I can do is love you more

The current pulls!

As we breach the calming surface
Now swimming in a quiet lagoon
We both smile our special smile
Wondering why our trip ended so soon
PERTINAX Apr 2016
The way the wind moans
Prose a story
Of life lessons learned
Minus love and its glory

Within this wind
Sadness resides
A remainder of madness
Not even the wind can hide

Angered by its loss
Ashamed to say
The reason the wind moans
Blowing away
PERTINAX Apr 2016
"There's no point in building sandcastles"
The old man said
As he gestured to the shore
"You see, they're too fragile
And aren't very durable
Unlike me they cant handle the years
Or even days
Against the crashing of the waves
The beating of the rain
Or the sting of the wind"
The wizened fellow was trembling
His hands shaking as if under some immense weight
"You wonder why I shake do you?"
He said, following my eyes
"I shake from experience
And rightly so
Because I learned a truth long ago;
I'm an earthquake
That no sandcastle can withstand"
PERTINAX May 2017
Upon the morn
The familiar fast began
A silence fell over break
Only to be broken by the soft spoken
Words of wisdom
Known only to age
...
"Good morning Honey"
...
Comfort is hard to find
And so too is value
Yet time has taught many a lesson
So that no reply seems worthy
To the the point that silence
As an alternative
Felt right
...
"Today I woke up to an angel
Her wings are frail
And her body too
Still nothing moves me
Like breakfast for two"
...
Such love is hard to find
To weather the ages takes a toll
Written in wrinkles
Seen in a wink
The knowing behind those beady eyes
As he orders his drink
...
"Honey I'll take half and half
For one is like me
While the other is her
The day is won
When mixed together"
...
Honey smiled
Moved by the sentiment
Asking for his order
Just seemed too impatient

'Let him speak'
She said to herself

'A few more
Words of wisdom
Could never hurt'
...
"Like a diamond she is my star
Let me tell you Honey
My wife is my heart
All the years have flown right by
But today feels just like the start"
.......................................
As a plate shattered
Everything resumed
Honey just looked around
Feeling quite confused
The man was gone
His words were not
They echoed across the room
#wisdom #love

A co-op between me and my fiancee

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