Godot51
Godot51's Journalwhen lost of love
when lost of love
realization emerges slowly incomplete and unaccepted
awaken from a deep sleep clinging to desperate dreams
wipe away the hopes unholy those wishes not regretted
subtle evils reach and creep rehearsing violent schemes
to step forward in anticipation then back again rebuffed
the silent words spoken aloud all unwilling to be heard
seeking sordid sin of sensation hearts bound and cuffed
face all shame heads unbowed cherish the wicked word
seconds scream and shatter as shards cover up the floor
minutes shrink and stretch which were once immutable
hours cluster and then scatter as love is opening a door
discovering reasons to retch as time becomes unsuitable
empty hands hold onto a love that has already departed
lost inside the cold iron gloves worn by the disheartened
how to love
how to love
learning how to love
a moment at a glance a sudden realization
as the time before and the time after clash
pierced by a lance from outside civilization
love closes the door then applies the lash
begun of a mere touch the heart now sings
known hope emerges from the unexpected
dreams turn to clutch a subtle scent clings
unable to control surges caution neglected
now lost in experience collecting memories
delving deeper desires no chance for regret
set edge of a delirious upon the extremities
passions built of fires learn what to expect
repetitions without end create the sensation
in two bodies that blend without hesitation
accepting how to love
the task has been finished the moment is set
sleep teases the senses lying by the treasure
feel a life now diminished adding up a debt
let loose all that clinches forget the measure
a time stretches ahead no known boundaries
all ignorance forgiven testing what was learnt
the blood has been bled forged in foundries
accomplishment striven the coals now burnt
passion become repetition of groans and sighs
as desire rises all around blooming gardens
in the lust of temptation the catching of eyes
reach that which abounds a heart to harden
live inside of love’s lie yet unable to accept
the truth that love dies amidst a life’s regret
knowing how to love
once a again a circle one more time around
the silence of accusation fades away slowly
that which was eternal buried underground
to risk a contemplation to abandon all holy
why is it now so quiet as each word is fled
lost eyes staring back into that recent past
acceptance not defiant in a dry fallow bed
to replace all the lack as fate has been cast
as the light turns dark as memories are lost
hours stretch incrimination of ancient hearts
all unclear now is stark time to pay the cost
without any discrimination of separate parts
when will a last touch and kiss be bestowed
is it the time to see such fantasies explode
the end of the war
the end of the war
the war began in dazzling triumph to turn into grind
death added upon death as cordwood stacks higher
scents of lives unraveling ghosts lame halt and blind
spirits of lost and lethe ragged flesh mixed in a briar
freeing thousand yard stares measuring shell shocks
count a mountain of lost limbs against drops of blood
record mere nightmares to strip seconds from clocks
a moaning drones of hymns to release the final flood
years pass decades of waste a whole world of debris
lips once kissed wilt and whither the eyes grown dim
slow moments pass in haste callous replaces empathy
hope wanders yon to thither tears run over the brim
care to break the dead silence the whimpering sound
dare to forsake the red violence the simpering drown
deeper in the shadows
deeper in the shadows
one step back in hesitation go deeper in the shadows
with the known past behind and the unknown ahead
darkness provides insulation separated by lost battles
a reality caught in the mind prefers the truth instead
what was once alive and clear being dragged in dust
as remnants of heart and soul tattered and unraveled
sight focused on death and drear desires verses must
to drink from an empty bowl beside a road untraveled
awake in the early morning believe that all was dream
turning thoughts inside or out in strict random order
strip the raiments of adorning to wipe the idols clean
conceal the increase of doubt to expose the hoarder
clutching to scraps and rags in the rising desperation
as the wall cracks and sags and crushes all inspiration
the edge of age
the edge of age
it is time to admit that i am past the edge of age
once all looked ahead now all things look back
the calendar passes as if it’s ticking clock racing
a slow decline has gradually become more rapid
it is time to admit that dark mirrors are not lying
once i preened and glanced hoping certain looks
yet now reality stares back in an image of decay
showing pictures of moments at the end of time
it is time to admit that the body has run its race
moving for the sake of pleasure has disappeared
unsteady steps uneven ground treacherous toes
a distance is growing as the universe is shrinking
it is time to admit i can see past the edge of time
into the nothingness into blackness the letting go
waiting for the end of the world
waiting for the end of the world
the silence is overwhelming the darkness impenetrable
now every sense has been lost and is asleep in infinity
into the words of god delving amidst time interminable
constantly adding to the cost while losing all identity
there is a thickness unfelt dense and clustering closer
a taste barely eludes flavor and smell leaving no scent
chances needing to be dealt emotions seeking closure
expose secret sins to savor clinging to the sordid event
is there distant lightening followed by distant thunder
or has expectation dominated the surrounding reality
will the null be more frightening far beyond a wonder
even the gods have hesitated over deciding on finality
waiting for the end of the world making a last choice
to fall on scripture unfurled or to hope of love’s voice
when lost at sea
when lost at sea
sea swells brush the bow rippling into the wake
slow steady and on course an unknown heading
glinting glare defines now the minute to forsake
glowing globes to enforce the source of dreading
below bilge waters creak groan slosh side to side
ballast balanced maintains the slight equilibrium
limping listing amidst foam aware of shifting tide
lethargy leans and strains a sinking into delirium
heavy hard to port turning to avoid jagged reefs
horror holed by iron shells mark points breached
rudder restlessly churning up into wakes of grief
rudely ruthless living hells waiting to be reached
whistling winds leeward filling the sluggish sails
wishful wanting stewards telling of sailors’ tales
on losing love
on losing love
upon feeling the final breaths of angels to the soul
feathers flutter and glow still each moment added
to a memory that blessed warmth against the cold
covering bursts of sorrow forms vapid and placid
whence the demons arose the life is now forgiven
hearts carry such burdens yet gradually they shed
allow evil memory to close healing that once riven
stories told in dense versions all simplified instead
stillness belies the energy which once flowed free
closing eyes to not awaken closed lips never speak
leave the arts for lethargy as silent symphonies flee
portraits stare forsaken as all songs are sung bleak
a writer at a loss of words ponders the blank page
penning a funeral dirge while god’s tempests rage
always for love
always for love
be the first thought of morning the last thought at night
dream of dreams dreaming while standing face to face
to be present at the adorning until darkness takes sight
scheme of schemes scheming to choosing case by case
be the first breath of life be the last breath before death
believe of beliefs believing to becoming hearts of angels
to relieve all the held strife and awaken love from lethe
conceive of conceits conceiving rescued out of dangers
be the food to sate hunger be the drink to quench thirst
give of gifts of all giving accepting of which is returned
to create wishes even younger in which all is immersed
be the fay flower in the field the tallest tree in the forest
love of loves as loving yields a center to a calling chorus
to efface
to efface
between the beginning and the ending exists a lie
the passage of time life and death all intermingled
as understanding unwilling to listen to a ghost cry
test the sharpness a knife the shining point tingles
to step back and to efface spirits leaving a shadow
the lost heart the lost hope singing in muted tones
allowing another to replace a mind thought callow
held back in the dark to grope amongst the bones
once seen and forgotten fading from color to gray
time sweeps across love wind within barren trees
rich garments lying rotten sullen with lust’s decay
no gentle touch of above a fetid scent on a breeze
memory telling cruel lies eyes to see a world blind
wearing the dread disguise evil pretends to be kind
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