"heartfully" poems
With all my heart I wish I could think with just my brain.
I wish emotions were easily controlled,
Like the wind
sometimes.
Harness its raw power and turn it into a type of energy that's pure,
Cleansing to the world.
But I guess there are tornadoes,
Who funnel into one destructive force,
Tearing down everything that was supposed to be permanent and leaving behind nothing
except a trail of desolate bareness littered with broken everything.
And then there's the hurricane.
The power and area it covers is immense, effectively covering everything in a dark shadow
and flooding the area.
In the center is the ebony hearth of the storm, the monster swirling around indefinitely,
whispering promises of catastrophe.
And no one is there to stop it,
Because everyone's already evacuated to somewhere more convenient.
Everyone's already moved on,
before the waters could flow and the hurricane could fully develop...
I hate when my heart starts
sk ip pi ng
At the prospects of idealism, for dreams
Are sometimes not the logical choice but what is life without interest?
Disappointment is something I'm used to
In society,
In everyone's expectations,
in myself.
Why is the heart so painful?
Why is something that is so essential to life so easily ripped apart?
Why is mine always leading me in the direction my brain knows is wrong?
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
*A feeling
Is not about who is best
Art
Is not a contest
To insist on a victor
Is an ego that has broken
Showering hate upon the lives
Of hearts that are open*
What may or may not be poetry
Is instead the heart of our family
You commented rather pointedly
About your superior ability
And eloquent verbosity
Most likely derived from history
Of the friends of Neal Cassidy
And other written eccentricity
Yet you forgot your humanity
And instead introduced a monstrosity
An ego steeped in personal vanity
Insisting on being treated royally
Demanding your subjects bow immediately
As you crashed into the sea of tranquility
Planting your flag of superiority
And crushing our words spoken so plainly
But heartfully
Because the letters are unworthy
To one who is challenged emotionally
Unable to live peacefully
Amongst those who wish to learn gratefully
About a craft you have reserved selfishly
For yourself and those you deem to be equally
As adept as yourself in the vagary
Of references you declare to be wholly
Fresh and newly
Minted by your ability
To walk around the cliché so gracefully
While we repeatedly
Use words such as lovely
Or heavenly
Or tearfully
Or holy
So we beg you openly
To understand what is primary
In a place for the novice to publically
Air their emotions unapologetically
And speak candidly
And unconditionally
About how painfully
It is to live freely
In a place so worldly
Where men think judgmentally
******* the life from those who live meekly
And wish to exist thankfully
Amongst those who understand brotherly
Love and who affectionately
Praise those who tenderly
Open their hearts to humanity
Giving mercy
To those without the gifts you egotistically
Bludgeoned us with so artfully
But failing miserably
To impart insightfully
Your wisdom for those who willingly
Would receive daily
Your transcendently
And insightfully
Spoken songs of serenity
But instead you callously
Reminded us unfortunately
That mere man is weakly
Empowered to exist commonly
And instead arrogantly
Cuts the rose greedily
Leaving the thorns sadistically
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 9:11 AM UTC
Happy birthday,
by the way.
I just thought I’d write to you,
since I never really did
It’s been two years now
two complete rotations around the sun
since you died.
I probably think about you every week-
believe it or not,
you changed my whole outlook on life
But I’m sorry to say it didn’t happen until you left.
I think about you every time I leave the house in the morning
I think about how sudden it was
and how that happens every day to all kinds of people
even you.
I think about you every time I say goodbye to anyone
especially if the person I’m saluting is getting into a car
and when I say goodbye
I say it as heartfully as I can
and I hope that maybe they’ll realize that I’m saying
“I love you”
and “please, for the love of god, drive safely.
please.”
all in one word.
Because if I said it openly like that they’d all think I was totally mental.
I’m not mental.
I’m just a lover and a fighter
who lost something he didn’t even think he had the option of losing.
I think about you when I hug
anyone.
because you never know.
and hugs are not ever worth half-assing.
ever.
So maybe I lied.
and maybe I actually think about you multiple times a day every day of my life.
not consciously i guess.
but I can tell you for certain
that your absence is felt
in one way or another
every
day
of my life.
I wish I could have learned these lessons without losing you.
but you went all the same
and here we all are.
anyways happy birthday.
Miss you.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
Backtracking towards the Light
oh! Fakir,
brilliant shiny Bright
Neophyte hypnosis, take me In..
oh! Beloved,
fragile tendrils of my desire
heartfully hear me, hear Me..
my heartfelt Prayers,
I do not fear to tread into the highest vapours.
Clandestine Clementine!
not One Breath but Three
times itself, squared.
Blaspheme!
not forsaken, dripping drapes
blindsided, blindly onwards...
not forsaken Sight!
Hear me, Hear Me..
Bless'ed be my Name!
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
It was a cloudy sky
Drizzle had just stopped softly
On this enchanting evening, I was lined lucky
As there was an ugly beggar who deserved care, swiftly
I stopped my car before that hotel
where sometime I used to visit for coffee
during my return from office, to home to dwell
Being pose area, side of it were shops selling toffee
I gone straight to that beggar
Enquired what he may desire to eat
He was holding one bit of an used cigar
Face to face, he was not willing to meet
I used to treat deserving beggar with food of his choice
Someone will ask for a particular dish
But this man didn't even raised his voice
Repeatedly I failed when I tried to ascertain his wish
Finally the shopkeeper guided and coded
saying he wanted only a matchbox to light his cigar
When I tried hard to get, every shopkeeper just eluded
As the increased anti-tobacco canvassing had worked clear
The beggar rejected money as well any dish
His world gets filled with just a matchbox
He stood firm and let me only to pish
As I too never keep such item in my toolbox
He loitered and left the place, helpless
Upset with this, I too lost my interest to eat
I also left without eating, as I became useless
Even in bed, with this thought, I felt my heartbeat
I get delighted to treat deserving beggars, stomachful
Or else with alms, to their handful
But above failure led me sorrowful
As I could not be fairly useful
It is the beggar who gives me a chance to serve
Of course, I had heartfully attempted and offered
Altogether, I sincerely strained everyone of my nerve
But he neither cared my efforts nor allowed to be adored
This miserable failure mows me miserably for the past two years
More so, whenever I used to cross that place every day
True to say, my eyes were about to cloud with tears!
What woes remain more for my heart to say?
Copyrights reserved
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
We always have conversations
Sometimes
Long ones,
Sometimes
Very short.
We share thoughts
Sometimes
Heartfully,
Sometimes
Vaguely.
We share our hearts
Sometimes
Truely,
Sometimes
Fakely.
Yet,
Here I am unable
To understand
Whether it's
Real
Or
Fictious.
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
Friendship is sometimes not physically evident,
-- but heartfully definite.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
If I had one more tomorrow
No time to waste or borrow
One chance to tell you straight
One chance for a seed to take
One piece of life left to give
One moment I have yet to live
I would say what I meant
Though you wouldn't understand
If the message was sent
I would know I died a man
I would tell you I love you
Though you don't know why
Never taken a date for two
Never held you as you cried
Never been there for Christmas
To give you a gift
Just what you needed plus
So heartfully picked
Never protected you from a storm
Keeping the rain away and the covers warm
Never spent the summer together
Looked into your eyes under the stars forever
Never pulled you out of trouble
Just to get you deeper in it
Never ran a bath full of bubbles
Never played a game just to let you win it
Never laughed at how cute you get
When your mad and I know you want me dead
Never slipped out of time
Never made you truly mine
But you see, these things I don't need
To know you're worth loving with everything in me
Because it doesn't take time
Doesn't take moments
Because in this heart of mine
You don't have to grow it
All I do is look with a heart open wide
And I see you and I swell with pride
Because there's so much to love in a beautiful soul
If this last moment is the only time you'd believe me
If unconditional love would pull you from this hole
Then my life would have meaning
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
You prepared the soil, brought us to life, and nurtured us!
The seed was heartfully sewn,
And the wheat has prospered and grown.
You tended to us gently, speaking of our future,
And we caressed you, lovingly, each day.
Now, you look upon us with disinterest…
Harvesting is too much work?
Each day there is less sun,
And we feel the first frost coming on!
Where are you? Where is your spirit?
YOU planted the seed and we grew for you!
Why have you forsaken us?
We see you each day, standing, looking anywhere
but here.
Why do you forgo the reaping?
We join you in your distant weeping.
We trusted you from first touch to earth…
From first rain to first peak of sun.
Why is the bond between us waning?
YOU, alone, hold the key to our fate.
The grain cradle sits idle and we fear our
destiny.
Do you not recall your words of encouragement all
summer long?
The wind picks up and chills,
The snow --it comes and kills.
You prepared the soil, brought us to life, and nurtured us!
What did we do to displease you?
–to suffer from your eternal and infinite indifference?
(written on day PLUS 89)
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
I have tears and pain, and now my loss is another's gain...
You fooled me to believe you loved me...
I not knowing and failed to see...
You had me under lock and key, and now you set me free...
You were the love of my life...
The one I dreamed of each night...
Every "I love you" was heartfully meant...
All the roses and sentimentals I sent...
All my butterflies are now dead...
They were crushed, now it's hurt instead...
Your happiness is an addiction for me...
If he is what you want, then so let it be...
My feelings, they have crumbled apart...
Until I find that someone, to mend the pieces of my broken heart...
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC