Tag Archives: #sadness

TO BE SO SAD

TO be so sad that your tears
flee you is the greatest depth
of sadness.

the perfect point to hit upon the
diamond:  shaving off all humanity
and anyone else…
     whoever gave
a damn is not anyone
i ever knew and that tears me apart.
breaks my heart.

I watch from the tiny window of my
decaying Soul.  

::: 08.02.2020 ::


NARCISSUS (An elaborate Dream)

IF YOU HAD A WILL and testament
would it be written and read
within your perfect shapes
of curves and s-plashing reds
and of dying flesh?
AND if everything around you
is not quite as what it seems?
so if everything you ever
knew was just an elaborate
dream? As Narcissus would you
look upon your image and find
yourself afraid to see?
Hunting forever(y)
things that mean nothing at
all but the treasures all always
around you.
ALL CREATIONS OF YOUR PAIN

:: 07.12.2020 ::


NO NEED FOR APOLOGIES

there is no need for apologies
the sun sat melting over
the stubborn day’s edge

as my love does for you

And tonight well this night
a messenger sent her touch
a message ultimately meant
for us

but the nightingale sang its
melodious voice and a
noblest wisdom ate the words

intentions are well meant but
ignorance an obscuring dusty
path

And the moon glow is a blanket for
jilted ghosts who have no
where to sleep
as me.

:: 09-03-2018 ::


Dew Pressed Evening Light

From the dew pressed evening light
there by the biding brightly might
of my somber receding life;
as others might lesser me could not
by depressed inner sigh
was and is my stormy life
depression within the fold.
From the earliest of my days
there within me sadness lay
And all the joy of my heart
by the same tone could not fight
for self unless i be torn;
my compassion extended long
beyond the reach of my needing
own — and now as time has stretched
it’s thinning arms i find myself
a stowaway upon the desolate spot
cast aside in stormy water
still my love and beating heart
sails across the vast dark void
to comfort afflicted tormented
souls- of blue and silver sparks
by striking words and thunder talk
the angel my guardian holds my
hand (now that Heaven hears
my tears) Of a day more near
than far when shall i too find
the love as my own to comfort me.

:: 08-03-2018 ::


THIS NIGHT THE WIND

this night the wind is speaking softly
to me as aloft as a feather never
touching the ground.

and my love is a distance away.

That love comes to me it comes
mainly at night; when night is
a determined Spirit as so Love.

So my love as we both endure
exhaust from growing emotions as
flowers from Spring and at times
flakes of brilliant snow in cold
moments it is your eternal
hands and heavenly fragance that
exceed all space and time.

It is we who desire to endure!

:: 09-15-2017 ::


A LONGEST MOMENT BEGINS

My longest morning begins
without you
The cherished sun-smiles
that hides with expectation
the cloud bellows white
the sheets wet by fitful
dreams of losing you.
WHEN did moments charge
in blood? And between spaces
bent fingers reaching for you?
Oh where, where is this “YOU?”
My passion –>
(larger,
shrinking)
dearest love
[perhaps a heart caught
in the throe of passion
is a blue-jay egg within my
throat!

:: ~~ ::


A BLUE OCEAN WITHIN A JAR

i took a walk along
the pyre of my burning life
watched how you smiled
behind those tears of sorrow
and the bridge to hades
narrow but straight
saw the crow above a black star
it dropped-dove across my path
then ate my heart
i’m not much too sad
but just a bit happy
i’m not much too glad
loving was just a fad
like the crow eating my soul
and the dirty breeze cuts
through me, twitches the
soul hanging on the line
of sparkling clean sheets
it’s the consummation
of a hateful nation
the little crustacean
crawling ashore
to find marriage; the sure
cure for chronic masturbation.

:: 12172015 ::


FULL OF HEAVEN

TODAY she walked pass me:my soul
she did and the song of my heart
within her hair
A pearl of dreams full of heaven
upon two stems too swiftly
to allow life, my own:me to know

Today beyond the steel towers and
of glass I wept

but upon my feet
kicking sorrow shard-lit hopeless
bits and pieces of my dying dreams

death says, “come with me”

:: 07-01-2015 ::


About Tears

i better gather
falling tears
in mid-air
a thumbnail
gently places
the weeped sorrow
than screaming
returning home
I am better gathered
into bunches of
bundled love;
more-so than tears
that have hit the floor

:: 03-14-2015 ::


I AM NEVER WAS

my dear friend
(i did not wish
for you to read this)
my dear soul
i wrote to you
a silent poem
erased by fear
(and time revealed)
my fears of love
that i did not wish
my poems to become
the cheapened gifts
of royalty or life
I only wrote to you
the dearest soul
of common life.
but now the rich
seek to buy my soul!

:: 02-27-2015 ::