#lossoflove
"Oh silly human! What are you doing?"
Is what I wished I asked myself.
All Hyper dimensional, transcendental.
My gift was my Spiritual wealth.
But in so doing, ignorantly a skewing,
Your distorted and unbalanced love.
Under the Sacred Cactus, our Love we did practice,
And exposed that your Origins are from above.
I made Love to an Angel, I didnt realise the danger,
That I would leave behind part of my Soul.
But you never knew your identity, nor what you meant to me,
Now I can never be whole.
So if you are reading, take the caution Im heeding.
Make sure your Love is strong.
Because if you share your Soul, it will take a devastating toll...
When that Divine Love is gone.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
Her mind had become one large empty room
With only a chair
She needed a place to sit and think
She felt like an empty alley crossed by railroad tracks
Life seemed to have a way of going its own way
While she watched silently waiting for the next train to pass
She heard a noise and it was a spring bird gathering twigs
It was undaunted by weather that won’t make up its mind
It’s a feeling inside that drives it to plan ahead
No matter the cold air
It must be nice to know what tomorrow will bring
It’s that feeling though
It can make you wait for the wrong thing
To believe in what is not right for you
To forget the pain they put you through
You remembered a glimmer of good
And made it the entire story
That’s why the room was empty
That’s why a glimmer is welcome
But there is no other chair
It’s because you put it on the other side of the door
And you did it for a reason
And now you’re thinking of bringing it back
What you don’t know is that it’s not there anymore
Someone else took it
Maybe you’re in the wrong room
The door is unlocked
You can leave if you want
Or you can wait
Because a fantasy is easier than a decision
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
I have tried to forget you
on numerous days
and in numerous ways.
But you say invariably,
"I am yours, sincerely".
And I search yet again
for the vestigial chains
that bind you and me.
I think of you;
and your fascinated face
peeps artlessly through
the haze of a former age:
Oh! those inaugural, elegant days.
I look up.....
expectantly, readily.......
A hesitant keenness surges......
timidly, momentarily,
then bleeds away briskly, desolately
..........mortally.
Just a few fossils abide:
Some frosty images
and evaporating voices,
......sobbing quietly
through the nasty silence
of the night
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
As twilight deepens, angst begins.
In a tender light of lavender
your image may appear,
in fields or woodlands,
among tall tombs where
tension hides in silence.
Wings of angels seem to glide
on ice across the sky, and in
a drone of babble, some strange
arcane language, is this how the dead speak?
We live in these erratic times,
searching for depth through
the opposite of being. How can
we say that life will find a way?
Perhaps through these black holes,
there are other luminous worlds.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 5:09 AM UTC