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In a dark place
My heart hid away,
The shadows in my mind
Had clouded,
A prison for my soul
I couldn't see,
Not a sound
Came through,
Placed it all
In a room,
And lightly
Shut the door,
The pain
Only reality,
Everyday
Just minutes,
On a very loud clock
Ticking,
The essence
Of life a black and white
Reel played before me,
Smile of misery
Dance and tune,
Sadder than me
Only the dead,
But a few words
Did me well,
The key holder
Came, angel
And set me free
Closure arrived
And with it
A new sense
Of peace,
All that was broken
The pieces
Of that past
Had come
Together,
Honey for glue,
Sweet
Familiarity
Of a time
Trivialities
Were but
The greenest
Of grass
Colored glass
All roses
Thorns lost
Forgiveness
From fresh dirt
On my grave
Will sprout
A promise of
Love...
© okpoet
Too simple for actions
Too complicated for words,
Too much in my head
Permeates even through
The peanut butter on this bread,
These thoughts are waxed
Philosophical economical perspective,
On oh so jaded misdirections
Suggestions that I took to heart,
Listened to no one because they
Don't pay my bills, heart was always
In command, but I hold no one
Accountable, but I, I alone
Stepped down to follow
Her, and her alone
With very little
Broke me down
Walls of clay
Malleable
But she walked away
And dry, dried I did
Gained my composure
Once more,
But brittle I remain
Waiting for
That sledgehammer
From a song
A place, a memory,
That'll come
And powder me
All over,
Wait until
The tears rain
Puddle me back
To mud
All together again...
© okpoet
These tears
Will have to wait
This pain
Will have to hold
On the line
Listen
To the elevator music
My number
Is coming up
And in the pause
Much ado
About what
Is in my head
Take a short
Take a long
Trip through
My stories
Much more floors
Than can be seen
From the street
As you sit on the curb
Judgement in your pocket
Like loose change
You won't give to a beggar
But I'm going up
My number is coming up
I won't look down
I'll welcome you
But your pride will refuse
So alone I suffer
Empty hands
Full heart
Here's my exit...
APAD13 - 071 © okpoet
I need a mirror
Constantly on me,
So I can see
If I'm merely a puppet
On her hand,
Angelic puppeteer,
Or maybe I'll gaze at
Strings leading up
Into a hidden balcony
I a most loyal marionette,
And she most beautiful
Devilish manipulator, making me
Dance to her tugs
And pulls and yanks,
When did I let this happen?
Am I happy or upset?
Didn't realize when
These steps taken
Were no longer mine,
Ignored sign after sign
Like speed limits on a freeway,
And I'm barreling fast
No slowing down; into which?
A wall or an off-ramp?
One my demise
The other a scenic road,
Or will this highway
Just finish in midair?
© okpoet
Here I go
There goes my heart
Again,
Driving wild horses
Racing fast
Reckless
Pedal to the metal
6th gear
Redlining
Throttle wide open
Music loud
Speakers blaring
I can see the embankment
But I'm riding
Shotgun
Oh **** handle
Turning
My knuckles white
The brake lines
Might as well be cut
Barreling down
This treacherous
Downhill spiral
Loving blind
Through
Windshield streaks
Of dead bugs
Splattered,
Going to plummet
Down the abyss
We'll crash and burn
And do it over again...
APAD13 - 070 © okpoet
She's numb
To the last crumb
Eyes like stale bread,
Lying there as if dead
Her bed no coffin,
But wood not lacking
She welcomes no feeling,
Her hair pushpins
Nails like chalk,
She won't talk
All her thoughts are sins
Send her reeling
Hear a cat hacking
Fur ***** and she's coughing
Blood into her hands
Blink again
And it's saliva and phlegm,
Clouds and rain
Are all to her; pain,
The skie's greys are black
Makes her heart a heavy sack,
To push much less carry
She can't even cry
Just sigh all dark and dreary,
Return to sleep, living lie,
As her hope is flickering
But she's a Zippo among BICs
And though her thoughts are bickering,
No heart beating is just she's a Rolex with no ticks...
© okpoet
Telephoto or prime
Bokeh or crisp and clear
I can't find the right lens
To capture your beauty,
Sunlight or flash
Moonlight or twilight
I can't find the right illumination
To capture your soul,
Film or digital
Polaroid or canvas
I can't find the way
To present you
To the world
Perfection in my eyes
From within
To your exterior,
Pen to paper
Chisel to stone
I can't find the way
To say permanently
All that you mean to me,
From that second of splendor
The first instant we met
To the ever present current
Sweeping us apart and together
Distant and close
But I'm holding out
For the days we'll journey
Rhythmic steps side by side
In the sand again...
APAD13 - 069 © okpoet
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