Robert Dimas

Robert Dimas Jan 2014

A player in life’s game
Only bears one aim.
Keep up the charade,
Masquerade reality.
Forced smiles
Cover up the sweat of shame
He withers inside.

Anxious minds wander
seeking to know the truth.
Any tidbit of conversation will do.
Twisted diction ruins lives.
Words are hollow;
his emptiness revealed; he won’t deny.

Can’t dodge the stench.
Years of buildup have left
his mind wrecked.
Teeth stained with lies,
the time has come to live
in the light.

“Fa la la” the jester sings,
Mocking his incredulity.
Through the air revelation rings.
Though time doesn’t heal
the scars agony has left on his entirety,
he wears a mask of stone
to hide the distorted fantasy.

When the time comes to celebrate the truth,
He finds it’s the hardest thing to do.
If only for his own sake,
There’s no going back
And he knows he must leave this place.

In a world unknown true happiness lies,
Shifted vision has allowed him to see
A way to be, he’s searched for desperately.
His world to leave behind,
Never looking back
He knows it’s the only way to rewrite his story.

The salient charge;
He must break free.
Carve new paths in life’s worn down trails.
Only then can he break his step
From his life: the cruel charade.

Robert Dimas Jan 2014

Like You

A voice like literature,
Classic and charming.

Eyes like Christmas lights,
Warm and enchanting.

That touch like the ocean,
Passionate and unpredictable.

You’re like time,
Infinitely unattainable.

But like a mountain,
I want to be on top of you.

Robert Dimas Jan 2014

A Lament

A faceless stranger resides in my mind
A figure from a life passed.

Before you let me down,
All I wanted was for you to be proud.
A boyhood desire now gone because of your fire.
It burned everything.
Here am I am not but a shell.
There you are dead,
Though not in a literal sense.

Time heals wounds,
And your face from my mind.
A roar to a whisper your voice is muted.
It's one of a coward.

It seems strange that I once craved the regard
Of a depraved heart, one which never gave.
Father is just a title,
You the false idol.

At the end of all things
You just gave up and
Left me feeling bitter disgust.
My anger has long since faded
And all I know is how to feel nothing;
A recurring theme,

And that is what you taught me.
What remains of you? A shadow
Of a jaded past. It's never been easy.
Though now I see with such clarity.

My eyes are like the desert
There's no tears to fill the mind's sky.
The one thing I learned is
I am strong.
I am not broken, just lost.

Robert Dimas Jan 2014

In the Mourning

Uncertainty reigns supreme;
A ruling and stone heart king.
Rebellion is stirring
Whispers of uprising
A fire fueled by fear.

The War of Wills has raged
Since the beginning of time.
It's a war of the mind
He wants to conquer.

The walls of the empire
Come crumbling down
The truth has found its way out
Though remains worry and doubt.

He navigates a void
His only friend the night
Which never ends
And then

He's drowning in a lake of lies
And no one is there to save his life.
The task is his own
Because he's always alone
Till the moment he realized

All is out
In daylight to face.
Not looking for glory
But his own sanity lay in the stakes.

He looks behind and
A cold mourning takes hold
For all the things he should have done,
A remorse for that which cannot be changed.

When victory's in sight,
An end to endless nights
A final enemy appears.
His own reflection in a mirror.

Robert Dimas Jan 2014

The Story of Us

Not a day goes by
That I don’t think about you,
And I
dream of everything we could be;
Together,
We'll conquer the world
We are the kings.

I want your hand in mine,
They were made for each other.
Two halves of one whole.
Without you just a broken mold.

I want nothing more than
To feel your presence.
And hear the music of your laughter
Such a sweet song I hear.
I’ll run my fingers through your hair and
I want to feel the warmth of your embrace
Just to know you care.

I want to make you see
Our future: a tapestry of dreams
Though I fear it will never be because
You are you,
And I am me.

I'm intoxicated with this idea
And when I wake I'll be hung over
And retching the delusion that
It will ever be more than fantasy.

Robert Dimas Jan 2014

Haiku

The trees in summer
Should be green though the leaves are
Dead like the winter.

Robert Dimas Jan 2014

Untitled

Materialist dreams are all you know.
Live carelessly.
Work endlessly.
Afford luxury.
Gluttony.

Insatiable minds let money pile high
Making mountains to fill the hollow heart.
Greedy desire ignites deep from inside,
You live an empty life.
Will the money cry when you die?

I yearn for absolution.
Only indifference provides
A clear look at life.
The silent war ends, no time for amends,
Only to reprimand.
Enjoy your time in your own private hell.

A poem without a title because it is about you and you lost yours the day you walked out that door.