"shatterings" poems
What right did I have to reach into her dimension,
Take and kiss her hand—pull it halfway through
Then let it fall limp between the panes?
By rights, she beckoned me from the end of a hall of mirrors called memory
The shards of which I tried to replace as best I could
After many shatterings.
Still, my world being real, my responsibility for circumstance held sway
Versus her whole ephemeral portmanteau called jealous rage
I nearly tripped over where it lay, backing out of that dark tunnel.
Looking back I only know the love I felt like rain on empty drums called desire.
When her mate and mine…mate, we can then work to make the pieces fit
From what remains, and I imagine happiness
Will reign in one world or another.
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
Taken from me,
my will
or these shatterings,
Pieces of every sensible answer,
what helped me
through these insanities,
Pride
I thought I had
in this glass box of mine
Which makes it funny how
when I let it slip through my fingers
love of myself was all I could find
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
Traveling on rocks
when
I came and saw you standing still in this theory of
time where space and the minute hand collide in the
explosive impact of a lovers long and dead embrace that
envelops all of the planets existence in this single instance.
and
then
I realized
that this collision
Was in the best interest of the sole proprietor of
my heart's real estate on which houses were built to
hold the familiar smells, touches, and tastes of your sweet
touch, and yet this time I have found that you
have forsaken this heart beating landscape with your fruitful lies
and promising truths.
For
the
rest of
us have come to realize that the words that leave
your mouth, while as sweet and well intention as you
may present them to the gathering droves of the gullible
ears, exit your mouth with the speed of an arrow
and the sharpness a blade that has a double edge
pointing back at the shooter with the same accuracy as
the target soul's painted bull's eye.
But I will
always
forgive
and never
forget the moments that these words provided to the broken
soul, heart, and mind of one terribly miserable beast, while
banished from his form, made up his mind to trust
one last time in the lips of his angel, and
while glass rose petals shattered from the spoken words off
her lips, the truths still glowed brightly in its broken
shatterings
proving that
these harsh
words of the cover
up, was faked
And the real voice, the real trust, the real love
covered in smothering lies to hide it's embarrassing weakness of
love, and showing that in its rock hard skin was
a soft, well spoken, mild mannered
(although as sharp as ever)
heart and soul filled with the love for the beast,
by the beast, and given back to this beast
and
then
the beast transformed, converted
into the one
and the only one
For you...me
Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 9:25 PM UTC
The summoning, when it came, I answered with whale song of my own
And all the water between did not distort the sound, the resonance
Of tuning forks at the same pitch, that offended most ears who heard them
Most did not; instead held cupped hands to their heads and heard only
The rush of their OWN beats and the flat la la las of no desire to interpret those alien sounds
The ocean floor held hidden things, broken by time and the wash of happenings that cracked and buried them, both
And in the shatterings of these brittle things I showed you neon fish
Darting through the ruined holes of ancient amphora, making playgrounds of their ruin
I showed you scrolls with ancient learnings, written in ink that proved indelible
And the meanings; I knew enough to draw a map with some destinations
Yet the road was only a suggestion of words I could not grasp, their translation lost in years of forgetting how
I asked you once, I am certain, in syllables that almost made my words
If anything could be formed from shards; you had no answer, I
Knew that all of the breakings shone back a whole in each, my
Me reflected a thousandfold, not broken but in pieces
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC