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Selfish Men
She was always an object to the men in her life
They would say she is beautiful, breath taking, their go-to line
They never truly appreciate what dwells inside her
The mind of a scholar, the heart of gold, the wit sharp as a dagger
She bares a treasure far greater than physical beauty
Yet she possesses Aphrodite’s essence in entirety
Still so much more lay beneath her ivory skin
So much more stowed behind her saint-like grin.
That what selfish-men worship as her exterior is but a vessel.
No matter how finely ornamented, or perfumed it may be
The truth lives deep inside, far from selfish men’s reach.
And if God may strike the next selfish-man blind, he may at last witness
Her words of wisdom caress his heart in a pure bliss.
For his vision no longer betrays, and she, loved as a whole
Not for the objects a selfish man too often beholds.
The Rose Bush
Misplaced affection steals my heart
It hides in a delicate looking bush
Quaint and colorful, full of life
Red, white and green envelope my vision
As I creep closer, I am met with a fragrance
One that drives deep into my senses
A passion one cannot hope to contain
It takes me prisoner, and I hardly struggle.
The closer I get as it reels me in
I see what may be needles in the thicket
And as my hand grasps for a flower
I wince in foolish agony.
For I was mistaken at first glance
This bush hides a terror
Far outweighing its splendor
And I recoil, my hope now razed.
The End
Have I hit the bottom of the well?
Is it time now, for a new beginning
For a new heart to swell
With love, instead of its petulant pining?
Can I now climb into the sky
Where robins chirp in gaiety
Where dreams are never too high?
Can I now rid my heart of frailty?
Is this the end of an era
Where drear thoughts roaming at sea
Now give way to a golden terra;
To beach my vessel, and set my love free?
To roam virgin lands
Which before lay beyond my reach
To plunge my feet in warm sands
Where gladly my tired toes breach.
Death Blow
It hits like a breath of fresh death.
Reliving days now six feet under,
rekindling memories of affection and treachery.
No escape from the blinding actions of my youth.
No longer do I fear the end,
no longer do I fear oblivion,
the nothingness that may envelope my soul as I
walk away from your overwhelming presence… after all,
you’ve got quite the reputation for doling out death-blows.
So I’ll take my chances out on that lonely road.
The Unstoppable Force and the Immovable Object
He looks on in amazement
At this woman thrust into his life.
Without choice or regret
He is torn between the light and
The dark corner he’s spent
Most of his life.
It’s happening all over again.
Boy meets girl, boy falls for girl,
Boy destroys himself trying to abstain
Boy loses himself in another
Of his darkest realms, created
In the mind that can’t know any better
He doesn’t know what is real
Or what is forged. He’s confused
It eats him alive, it tears at his soul.
He lets no one else know, he lives alone.
Yet he wants terribly to love again.
He just wants to once again, feel.
Forgiving
If I saw you today
Would I run the other way?
If I saw you today
Would you ask me why I frayed?
If I saw you today
Would I even know what to say?
If I saw you today
Would you turn your back on me?
If I saw you today
Is there a chance you’ll shout with glee?
If I saw you today
Would you utter any form of apology?
If I never see you again
Will I forget the days we cherished?
If I never see you again
Will my heart always remember the day it nearly perished?
If I never see you again
Will I ever forgive your truths embellished?
I hope I do, I hope one day I can truly forgive you.
You Made My Bed, and I Happily Dozed Off
Like a predator lurking in the dark, you surprised me.
With razor sharp talons that sunk into my soul
And teeth of sharpened ivory, strong yet elegant
Gripped at my neck in tender suffocation
Like a predator lurking in the dark, you found me.
Like the swift winds of Fall, you breezed through my heart
tickling with tendrils my ventricles to ease the suffering
Brushing along the scarred tissue beneath leathery skin
You took me by the hand, and lead me to my slumber
Like the swift winds of Fall, like a shot through my heart.
You were the song of angels flooding my every thought
Invading dire moments with hope and tranquility
Your voice makes life like lemonade, so sweet
With a bite at the end, with a chill in my cheeks.
You were the song of angels, in every thought, entranced.
Like the warmth of a midsummer’s night, you sheltered my head
In the crest of your breast, stroking my hair with your radiance.
You lull me to sleep in this bed you’ve made.
With your linen and throws and the down plumed and billowed
Like the warmth of a midsummer’s night, you let me rest my head.
Night Concealed By Day: A Poem
I find myself betrayed by the morning’s light
Yet I find truth in the night’s dark sky
Blood shot eyes find redemption in the shadows
The truth burns away in the light strong or mellow
I see myself trapped behind these walls
No way out, no one to hear my calls
Alone in this darkness, I wish for day
At least then my true self will be stowed away
I fear not what night brings my way
But the fear lies in knowing what they will say
The time will come when night will turn to day
My eyes will be open, crooked smile
And my shadow will be sheltered in denial
Shoreline Sunrise
Every part of your body resembles something of the Shoreline Sunrise; your hair is the soft white sand gleaming in the rays of the newly awoken sun. Your eyes are the warm solar radiance as it rises above the frigid air of night. Your skin, as gentile as the soft blue sky that awaits. Your lips, curl like the waves setting on the ocean shore. And the glorious sound of waves colliding brings me back to the day we first kissed in such a heavenly setting. And as our waves collide, they create a mist where the sun reflects its majesty in a rainbow nearly as beautiful as the woman who stands before me.
Eventually, everything settles as the sun sets behind a purple horizon. The sand turns dull once more, the sky turns black, your eyes will close, but you are still in my arms, your breast rising and falling with the ebb and flow of the tide. That is how I know the sun will rise again in our paradise. It is how I know the sand will be warm and soft once more, and the waves will awaken as you rise from your slumber and we embrace as lovers do.
Though, this will have to wait, for now I am awed at your beauty in your subtle slumber. Goodnight my love, goodnight, for soon our lips will reunite. We will awaken the sun and release its ethereal starlight.