"The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you."-Anonymous
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Fool Me Twice
Ignoring misery's toll
took another chance
placed a wounded soul
in precarious circumstance
Azure eyes of magic
her smile entrapped his soul
the outcome once more,tragic
his life so close, to whole
Committed for a lifetime
sealed it with his ring
left aching for the right sign
she wasn't everything
Hand strays to the hollow
she once occupied
with many days to follow
seeking reasons why
One true love's denial
all alone again
weeping all the while
shattered heart in chains
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Step Off
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Thursday
I posted some more poetry on The Poet Sanctuary. I found a thread on there where a lot of the other writers post their pictures. What a bunch of good looking people. So many different personalities and lifestyles as well. I was amazed to discover that a few of my favorite writers were much younger than me. They expressed themselves with depth and maturity that's sometimes hard to find in the very young.
I spent last night with my daughter. she's getting so big. She's "boy crazy" these days. She likes one boy, but another one likes her, and she's not going with either of them......yet. They have a dance at school this Friday, I'm sure the drama will progress from there.
Sadly, the dance will begin with a memorial to one of her friends, Ebony. Ebony was killed this week when she was accidentally shot by her brother, she was only 12.
Rest in peace Ebony......
My new best friend and I are talking again about tattoos. She is thinking of getting a big one up her side. It will really be beautiful if they do a good job. I have the itch for a new one too. I just can't make up my mind which one to get. Maybe a few more sit-ups and I'll get the one for my chest....more likely another for the arm though.
Well, I am at work, I should work.
I'll post my new poem later tonight, unless I get too drunk at bowling :)
I spent last night with my daughter. she's getting so big. She's "boy crazy" these days. She likes one boy, but another one likes her, and she's not going with either of them......yet. They have a dance at school this Friday, I'm sure the drama will progress from there.
Sadly, the dance will begin with a memorial to one of her friends, Ebony. Ebony was killed this week when she was accidentally shot by her brother, she was only 12.
Rest in peace Ebony......
My new best friend and I are talking again about tattoos. She is thinking of getting a big one up her side. It will really be beautiful if they do a good job. I have the itch for a new one too. I just can't make up my mind which one to get. Maybe a few more sit-ups and I'll get the one for my chest....more likely another for the arm though.
Well, I am at work, I should work.
I'll post my new poem later tonight, unless I get too drunk at bowling :)
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
A Pain She Bears
Tormented by insecurity
unaware of
her angelic beauty
she sits
in silent glory
seething with
a fury
She works to
get through
every day
struggling for
the words to say
the things inside
she knows
she shouldn't hide
Share the pain
It's what she needs
Stop the tears
remove
the seeds
of doubt
that fill her
gentle
worried mind
Dreams and waking moments
often are the same
she doesn't know
what's wrong
or whom it is
to blame
A little girl
who loves her
A man,
devoted too
She's tired of
the wonder
of what she is
to do
They wrap her up
in laughter
try to touch
her soul
Still
She finds it
so hard
for her to
let it go
Trembling
as she lie down
she begins to pray
"Please God let them
both be there
when this pain
goes away."
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Bring on the Rain
Walking in the darkness
housed within his heart
Speaking to his demons
as if they strode apart
Foul sorrow to the left of him
sheer heartache on the right
Both cast cruel whispers
that echo in the night
Caressing flames of anguish
lie looming in his path
Scarlet-hued reminders
of a life left in the past
Thunder's boast relentless
wild lightning flares again
Still he stumbles listless
driven by the pain
Off into the distance
tears shared with the rain
housed within his heart
Speaking to his demons
as if they strode apart
Foul sorrow to the left of him
sheer heartache on the right
Both cast cruel whispers
that echo in the night
Caressing flames of anguish
lie looming in his path
Scarlet-hued reminders
of a life left in the past
Thunder's boast relentless
wild lightning flares again
Still he stumbles listless
driven by the pain
Off into the distance
tears shared with the rain
Mantra of Mourning
Fate and fortune
can turn on a dime
All you have left is
memories and time
“ I’ll say one thing
about love and life”
I still bless the day
that I met my wife
Sharing with me
the fullest of years
Complete with laughter
comfort and tears
She warmed my soul
on the coldest of days
Our love was perfect
in so many ways
Fate and fortune
can turn on a dime
All you have left is
memories and time
“I’ll say another thing
about love and life”
Not everything lovely
Turns out alright
Pain can tear through
the sweetest of dreams
Happiness is fleeting,
so eager to leave
“I’ll say this last thing
about love and life”
Neither of them exist
since I lost my wife
Fate and fortune
can turn on a dime
All you have left is
memories and time
can turn on a dime
All you have left is
memories and time
“ I’ll say one thing
about love and life”
I still bless the day
that I met my wife
Sharing with me
the fullest of years
Complete with laughter
comfort and tears
She warmed my soul
on the coldest of days
Our love was perfect
in so many ways
Fate and fortune
can turn on a dime
All you have left is
memories and time
“I’ll say another thing
about love and life”
Not everything lovely
Turns out alright
Pain can tear through
the sweetest of dreams
Happiness is fleeting,
so eager to leave
“I’ll say this last thing
about love and life”
Neither of them exist
since I lost my wife
Fate and fortune
can turn on a dime
All you have left is
memories and time
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Limbo of Love Lost
Despondent suffering soul
sobbing in the solitude
of a house suffused with spirits
Taunting shades of a wayward life
whose stark suffering peals in a
cacophony of mocking desolation
Emptiness’ everlasting echoes
declare fate's cruel joke
perpetrated on a fool's heart
Ripped wantonly asunder
amid a perversely callous
tragedy of farewell
Suspended in time
unwilling or unable
to venture further on a
cold forsaken path
Burdened by longing
for the past
Free from hope
for the future
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