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Am I a fool to dream of normality? Do I wake up every day lurking toward formalities?  Just to say what I  never mean; the dean of all things screened. This thing wrings dry dreams. As long as you scream they tear at your seams until the cries die and the tempest collides…  Leaving a war torn path forcing cads to a toaster-bath, aside their suit and stash, powdered nose; I can’t, Let the passenger inside take the lantern in stride or face judgment in HIS eyes; a coward’s demise.

 

The demon stowed amidst angel wings,

Flaunts an unaffected gait, treading o’er embers of her kings.

Her smile, a fallacy of warmth. Her kiss, a hollow oath.

Though she speaks of a sage, a martyrdom she sculpts;

Feigning love and desire, yet in her own heart, never raged a fire.

Always of lust, never of love.  Passion for, “None of the above”.

None grand as the blaze which I’ve stoked to life in my own.

And none grand as the infernos doused by her rein of preconceived notions…

SHE  is a temptress with an angelic guise; the inevitable fall from emerald eyes.

 

I can’t ignore, the smile you wore.

It breaks the sky

Into a blue heaven every time,

Even if only in my mind.

I know you can’t be here tonight, I won’t fright

I’ll keep my wishes flowing ’till daylight;

Shooting stars, 11:11

Snap the wishbone just to get keep them flowing.

One of them has to catch soon,

They can’t all be lies

Or else what am I fighting for,

if not a chance to be yours?

A chance to show what I can bring to your life

To show you that I can be wrong

and I can be right

Just a human at your service,

to break at will

Or embrace me with the heart I know so well

You are why my skies still hold their hue

With your smile, a troubled sky subsides to blue.

Is there no end to the guilt that I feel?

Do I blame myself for another’s yield?

If light means life then I must concede;

the darkness has found me, it refuses to leave.

It smears carbon black over eyes pearl white.

Concealing the pleasure, enforcing the blight.

The agony is a bore, life becomes a chore;

when all that I can fathom is the day you’d run me ragged.