INCIDENCE
A Warning left unheeded
Circled back to extract a toll  When and where nonchalance staked it’s imbedded presence is difficult to know
Worse yet was WHY
Fastened to Duality Gripping desperate each extreme
A manufactured reality
A one lane scene of encroaching beams
It’s hubris and its ego it’s mistakes that feed a stubborn ugly thing  it’s a tornado we saw coming Strangers stare , aware of destruction that it brings
Bobby O

A HEART ALIVE
A poem, an optimistic tome, came across my eye, it included and insisted on some rules we all should live by. On your sleeve the rested hopeful heart should reside, carry nothing you must hide , fueled by rule apart from flimsy cliche’ no Dionysius wine in vessel clay shall steer your mapped traveling way, Gaining altruistic sense sparks a bettering afore a gifted granite strength to breach New day. Live Long, Live Strong, Let Strengthened Heart lead til Life’s Last Tragic Play
Bobby O

BEAUTY in SURRENDER
Shaking out tensions , I exhale ,Drifting now with shuttered eyes, In mere seconds appears my prize    Her beauty postures a Truth  unmatched , she reaches out from the peaceful vision in my mind
A gentle touch, indelibly attached In reality and in dream , My soul now joyous in a forever bond captured by her Love Supreme.
Bobby O

I KNEW IT WOULD BE NEVER. *

It’s Rough to Admit you pushed Truth away, especially when it’s near .
Overtaken by a clouded mind that wouldn’t see it clear. 
Shaken, frozen in place, forcing a smile born of recurring fear. Tentatively advising   HER(?), while whistling past the hollow
“Follow  not your heart”, sounding not profound , a magic rescue won’t appear,  as I hear my  futile diction trying hard to steer a tired fiction  to her inattentive  ear. 
Measure not the figment dance , nor the ticking clock of scant romance , knowing rare chance For love real has disappeared 
Realizing my dream prepared was still very much  untaken
Leaping into just a wishful thinking trust? a flawed presumption and sadly so mistaken 
Freshly bruised , Neatly brushed, newly wise, now must adjust , design function search to find
true love robust  and not forsaken. 
Bobby O

TAKE YOUR MEDICINE.   Phillippe  said how could I let her get away? I did have hope that she was going to stay. I’m feeling that if she loves  or leaves I wont even lift a finger, I don’t think I’ll even think or grieve ,  maybe not even linger when  noticing  she wont be sitting next to me at the ball game.  

Smirking now and not wondering how this before never empty seat shouts intimacy subtracted and belated , Yeah, this ends not complicated,  just simple cause and effect, with quick pause to collect , Sharing out loud  a dialect between me and  my companioned voice of mind , because my sanity is going to wake as  them or they or she intakes These  lyrics.  I hope they’re fair, but admitting something anyway ,I’m a little scared to share and the end will be and bring us somewhere.

Put a little jazz riff to it , I’m thinking she oughta put a little musica to it , and I’ll abet and let, so she  can visit if she insists. Will there  be a view that’s crowned most fun to see? Probably she wouldn’t tell me. With or without  her screams and silken sheets, that or not  that , this episode will be complete
BobbyO

AWESTRUCK
Floating through , fourteen steps from my view , she was the energy in the parlor. Politicals, 5 Stars, Ambassadors alike, each held a word on their tongue , blurt, shrug, defray, sparse and naked  of clamor ,how quickly caustic recourse surrendered , fourteen steps away , now all puffery gladdened to join Pageant extras. I wondered , were there moments Marylyn left her charisma askew? keenly aware  her hypnotic control ruled mostly the men , but the ladies too. Not with jealous eye but engaging admires no questionnaire could ratify. No one will tell cuz no one Can tell. Somewhere ago the accident became weapon , even 56 consecutive buys only a florist list. It was all too short. It is all majestically measured, above even the four carved granitely. Wishing only she cooed and whispered less in that one song, she hated that she showed up Jackie.
Bobby O

THIS DAY A WINDMILL
The Windmill ruled with motion but today it was just still
An unadjusted stance and ungathered blades askance
A Frozen Titan statued from breezes nil

A wish for wind desired, needed, unconsidered by half its kinetic pair, this a breach that can’t be reached or achieved or earned or fair

The Titan’s magic coarsely halted , a status bent with all recourse bare
A sentence ****** by Nature”s fuss a captive ‘til
Nature deems to submit its share

The day she said she no longer loved me
She denied the one more chance I yearned
She held nature’s power over my destiny
Now she can’t be reached with no change achieved or earned
Like that windmill stilled , stripped of choice and will,
A captive’s fate
A bitter pill
Bobby O

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