Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Piece by Piece

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Whispered promises
Perpetual dreams
Our heart's love is meant to conquer
Everything…
Yet something hides
Between what's yours and mine
A forgotten weakness
A crack or a chip left behind
Where the malicious in disguise
Slithers within
It tarnishes the mind
Putting a blemish on our soul
Piece by piece
Each sliver of doubt is driven home
Becoming a wedge
Dividing what once was
Solid gold…
Ask yourself, my heart
Have you willingly allowed it inside?

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

My Abyss



Loss pulses inside
Veins bled dry
Into a pool of darkness
In which I breathe
Nothing to define
The abyss
I'm trapped within
Scattering reasons
From unmoving lips
Still unheard
Misunderstood
An ache unparalleled
By pain
Or grief
A heart does not beat
Without understanding
With no peace
Loss cries meaningless
Inside my abyss

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Your Grave



The man in the moon dances
Among shadowed graves
Guilty souls reach
From their supposed resting place
Harmonizing as one
Singing their stories
Climbing beyond the winds
A chorus of broken dreams
Regrets and half measures
Paltry attempts at love
Tales spun from tainted imaginings
Deceit speckled with loyalty
Do you recall their faces?
Can you evoke their names?
Once all is said and done
When your grave is dug
Will anyone recall your face?
Will anyone care to evoke your name?
I’m sure the souls will welcome your song

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Endless Loop

Caught in an endless loop.

Having been told once that I cry too much.

Yet, I’ve heard that if you've lost something or someone that's important to you and you don't cry, then you're not mourning that loss properly, effectively.

When we cry, we mourn, we cleanse, and hopefully we begin to heal.

I do cry a lot, yes.

But, it's always because I’m mourning a loss of something important to me, or even that I sense that loss coming.

Sometimes I'm crying because I know that I'm about to lose something important to me and no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try to hold on, I will lose it anyway.

My heart intuitively knows that it’s already gone, and the grieving process begins long before the action happens.

A friendship is gone.

And now I cry, every day.

I'm mourning and I don’t want to let go.

Unbelievable misunderstanding.

So much confusion.

Promises made then destroyed.

Often my mind rolls over the reasons given. When they were spoken to me, each one felt like a knife plunging into my beating heart. Now when I recall them it’s as if that knife is still embedded in my flesh, and with each memory twists deeper.

It’s a physical pain. And I can only cry, so I do.

It’s a physical pain. And I can only cry, so I do.

Often my mind rolls over the reasons given. When they were spoken to me, each one felt like a knife plunging into my beating heart. Now when I recall them it’s as if that knife is still embedded in my flesh, and with each memory twists deeper.

Promises made then destroyed.

So much confusion.

Unbelievable misunderstanding.

I'm mourning and I don’t want to let go.

And now I cry, every day.

A friendship is gone.

My heart intuitively knows that it’s already gone, and the grieving process begins long before the action happens.

Sometimes I'm crying because I know that I'm about to lose something important to me and no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try to hold on, I will lose it anyway.

But, it's always because I’m mourning a loss of something important to me, or even that I sense that loss coming.

I do cry a lot, yes.

When we cry, we mourn, we cleanse, and hopefully we begin to heal.

Yet, I’ve heard that if you've lost something or someone that's important to you and you don't cry, then you're not mourning that loss properly, effectively.

Having been told once that I cry too much.

Caught in an endless loop.

Friday, January 6, 2012

His Journey

The velvet night sky stretches wide
A lonely canvas painted by clouded memories
Love eagerly seeks a place
Away from the brewing storm
To rest his weary soul

A Heart sings a call above frigid winds
Beyond creation it waits
With limitless calm and patience
For Love to find his way
Back home

Thunder crashes
Lightning brightens the darkened sky
The Heart’s song penetrates the deafening rain
Its chorus woven and complete
Fueled with adoring passion and simple melody

Love hears the Heart’s call
Rising above the mutiny
He launches and soars beyond winds high
His delicate spirit touches and ignites the stars
Then winks at the moon as he travels by

He knows the Heart promises reprieve
Warmth and peace
The Heart swells and beats in anticipation
As finally Love settles before it

His journey is over
Love has found his place
The heart cradles him
Within its arms
Soothing Love’s tired soul

He sleeps

~~~

For Sterling
01/04/12

Rest easy now, my friend. You will be missed, always.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Dreams



There is a difference
Between knowing something
And believing it

A window into my soul was opened
All my dreams flew into your arms
And you held them

Such a fleeting amount of time

Then you let them go
And they fell to the ground
At your feet

My breath seized
I waited
For a word
A sign
Some measure of understanding
And nothing came

My dreams lingered unclaimed
My heart abandoned to beat alone

That window into my soul
Slammed closed
The glass cracked within its frame
Distorting the view I knew
And reflecting what I refused to believe

My dreams flew away
On winds of change
Tears streamed down my cheeks
And smothered my heart

I watched you walk away
And I let you go

You said I had to

Monday, October 10, 2011

Love Remains


Your question is one of sincerity.
When love becomes all that remains, is it durable enough
to battle the pain, and anger that threaten to take its place?

There is a dwelling, beyond the boundaries of my humanity, where this love
sits and waits. It waits for you.
It’s solid and true.

Love.

An indestructible force with walls fortified by trust, honesty and
immeasurable amounts of authenticity.
It triumphs over false perceptions, mistaken intentions and unrealistic expectations.

My answer is one of sincerity.
When love becomes all that remains, it is durable enough to conquer anything.
It transforms into the balm that our broken hearts need.

When love is all that remains…
It is all we need.
It becomes everything.