Tag Archives: #lost

EVEN THE DEAD CAN DIE AGAIN

WE carry heavy moments;
some upon backs and
then when others choose
hearts — burstForth
song and prose!
i know the little mouth
it is my heart but
largest when i write;
and to know humans
who destroy dreams
i say even the dead
can die again
always war

:: 07-25-2015 ::


A HEEL LOST I LOVED

I walked the cobblestone
tripped and fell into the sun
and tasted your love
I loved and died there’s a reason
i shouldn’t stay: that love
of misunderstanding: lost a heel
somewhere between love
and a last chance –> won’t keep me
satisfied : misunderstanding
i gave you a last chance but
you can’t keep me satisfied by
the way you treat me: and
all i want is the heel i lost
for height and attention
and confidence –> accentuate
PUMP: STILETTOS, wedges
M E O W: KITTEN HEELS
ANYTHING but your heart!
(oh is he gone? did he go?
no, no, no way!) I keep
love away! And misunderstanding!
All we are is a mistake!
The heel i lost i loved

:: 07-05-2015 ::


LOVE: A TENDER TEAR

Simply __ and my HeArt bleeds:
Dearest lost love the purple color
is now my Soul.
A heavy weight I gladly own
all to have known what I should
never have had.
I stuff clovers of four leafs
within my Heart for the Luck to
again meet you — maybe another
life!

:: 06-05-2015 ::


FOR(never)GIVENESS

AND potential forgiveness
the caught hook in a throat!
A painful pulling somewhere
between soul and heart
I choose the Ghost
who repeat in Song
“Life! That which I lost!
Over promises of empty boxes
shaped like a heart!”

:: 02-10-2015 ::


THE LONG SEASON

Soothing wooden
window pane!
where hope dwelled
upon ridden raw

weight of elbows
dreaming days!
the wait — !!!
Dropping rain

falling snow
windy days
summer glow
fall in grace

I knew your face
across my lost
seasons too
it stung beeLike
humming buzzing
when I buried
just a memory
of waiting for you
in the long season
of God’s Grace.

:: 12-18-2014 ::


LIKE WHEN IT LIVED

I loved it when alive
and now so cold.
I crave it more,
to be contented
just like me;
if just a breath
it speaks i should
love it like
when it lived.
Until the grave
it buried lay,
in it’s dreams,
and all my tears
i have the key
to unlock the life
that lives in me.
It lives within
a drop of tear.
If I may have it
when it’s dead,
I crave it more
if it speaks.
I should love it
like when it lived.

:: 11-11-2014 ::


I CANNOT PULL MYSELF TOGETHER

i cannot pull myself
together
u  n  t  i  l
i have complete ly
f a
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:: 10-28-2014 ::


MY LOVELY PAINTING

So you took, to run
across the dandalion
when we broke up.
i saw the color
like fire beneath
the path of your feet

i took the paint
of your pain,
and drew you:
a summer’s day
of lovely people
kissing, laughing.

So sweet, you – lips!
i never knew angel,
until i met you.
And softly i live,
in that memory.

So soon we left
the impossible room
of a great life,
but i still paint you
with the morning’s light.

Your portrait —
always a part of me

:: 10-25-2014 ::


MY ‘LOST’

where, my ‘lost’
should
choose to hide?
when my ‘lost’
gained
the hand I tried
so tried to hold
it left (or died?)
where my ‘lost’
shall I run?
the memories
of love
or the new ones
of pain and shadow
if I run (and I should)
toward the sun
what fires but that
to cleanse my soul!

:: 10-05-2015 ::


SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT

MY forgiveness that I confess
I abhor the thoughts of a few men
who poetry reclined in regal
to bequeath a crow of joy
Pope and Byron so much
a meat of their time
I confess to the mass
not like them —
I know the face of God
and the thought behind
those that doubt this
carefully watch our kind
a congress in rot and fraught
with indecision — such a crime!
We humans mimic the God
and He is about to reset…

:: 03-22-2014 ::