Godot51
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faith
one day when I was still young i had a crisis of faith
still somewhat unaware of the reality of our mortality
in the child’s innocence that a life would last forever
despite the warning of religion and my own ignorance
a beautiful young blue eyed blond haired cousin died
it was my first actual brush with death in my short life
why did she have to die what caused her death and on
ricocheted about my head as if wasted diamond bullets
years later and all my questions and a mystery remains
as the lies and the truth lying side by side in her coffin
though innocence had held her but what of wanton evil
the darkness of the black secrets she took to her grave
as truth seeps out with time the lies have become true
buried with all her knowledge in a sadly sinking grave
lost love
lost love
another set of rags tossed in the corner of lost love
mildewed cold moldering in a darkened damp dank
no scale to measure the cost either below or above
faint embers smoldering in an old heart gone blank
once a wastrel fire burned consuming the cold soul
never counting the moments nor adding up the cost
as a handless clock turned and spun a fiber of gold
to entwine perceived romance in ignorance glossed
the glittering line that lies between a love and a lust
closing a deep wound a breast pierced by the arrow
hides the buzzing of flies as the skin begins to crust
shedding the scabs blessed yet exposing the sorrow
how long before a memory fades a mind lost in bliss
hold onto hopes shimmering in a final light of a kiss
to choose the right words
to choose the right words
to start a poem again with no purpose but need
perhaps the accident will take the correct turn
as the meanings shift and all the wounds bleed
definition takes precedent the empty pages burn
to caste about in vain for an image focus to find
searching empty thoughts hoping for illumination
now feel the deep pain inhibiting a melting mind
canvass covered in blots creating art’s destination
to choose the right words arranging each in order
insert punctuation to stop or to start or to pause
from a limerick to a dirge all in the page’s border
knowing when to trim or chop sentence to clause
to paper from hand heart and soul barely legible
to see how much to impart both strong and fragile
the price of love
the price of love
i cannot afford the price of love i have grown poor
in mind body and soul all ragged and falling apart
my heart exposed slice by slice as appearing unsure
barely beating and cold if it finally stops will it start
love requires energy and life not the edge of death
the rough ropes pull tight chaffing and rubbing raw
emotion creates a terrible strife rips out each breath
separates wrong and right cutting with a rusty saw
i have left the love wilting in the crusted empty jar
forgotten in the dark room and shaded from the sun
petals fading losing gilding yet still beautiful from far
an illusion of being in bloom long after love is gone
these days i pay in old coins once carefully hoarded
clutching at the withered loins miserable and sordid
the black death
the black death
the dead and the dying lie tangled and mingled
drained of life and hope denial the loudest plea
immersed in the lying those lame and wrinkled
movements reach and grope yet no power to flee
as the sights and the smells cannot be separated
vision sunken in corruption revolting even ghosts
priests cast useless spells the devil is interrogated
and before the eruption come the insolent boasts
as ceaseless groans penetrate a mourning chorus
among mewling whimpers echo the lost prayers
the suffering to demonstrate that god ignores us
now the living live scarred in the guilt of survival
shedding memories is hard after death’s carnival
too late the hero
too late the hero
once more arriving a little late the disaster done
staring uselessly at damage that can’t be repaired
to ever again test the fate as hopelessness comes
acknowledging the savage cries of the despaired
furtively open the front door glance about in hope
walk to the foot of the steps peering up the stairs
listen for creaks in the floor wonder if i can cope
descend to the lowest depths to reach evil’s lairs
hearing a sound breathing to then sigh with relief
a bit of light on a face still calmly reposed in sleep
emotions heaving and seething without any belief
searching in a final place where nightmares creep
so coming too late the hero cringing awash in fear
the sum of all equalling zero a coward’s streak clear
desire
desire
there is nothing more natural or human as a desire
brief moments of fantasy held then gradually let go
to catch a face glowing irrational in a flickering fire
hidden deep in the anatomy emerging sure but slow
as to not reach out to caress is to deny all of nature
what holds the fingers back and stills a quick tongue
avoids unwanted and careless evil motion until later
and discover what love lacks as a trap at last sprung
learning from youth unto age of all a frivolous need
cast away rhyme and reason not knowing of expense
turning to the final page watching the wounds bleed
committing the great treason excusing all of pretense
left alone ruined and ragged exposing the rotted soul
clutching to the cliffs jagged while fearing losing hold
the forgetting
the forgetting
time has softly sorted through the memories
easily discarding a bit here and a little there
a past recalled distorted lost in these similes
ghosts dodge and flit in a moment of despair
sit in a simple silence searching for that gone
the ends of the fingers clutching and clinging
in a peace and violence at the tip of a tongue
a scent of perfume lingers with tears stinging
as in the dreaming night lost thoughts awaken
the voices whisper faces show seem to be alive
something at an edge of sight not yet forsaken
filling those empty spaces with a truth to arrive
the mist slowly clearing the dark fog has lifted
only faintly endearing of what was once gifted
the spaces between
the spaces between
listen to the spaces between each musical note
time spent in restful peace waiting for the next
a progression of the unseen where spirits float
anticipate a new increase loud or circumspect
hearing the spaces between enhancing melody
creating a subtle form of jingles to symphonies
building up a quiet dream a romance of elegy
as emotions of the storms love and sympathies
to seek spaces between the sounds and silence
a rest here a stop there from a page to the ear
out of life’s cacophony controlling of violence
finding the points where heroes see their fear
praise pause or alternate among life and death
the orchestras resonate measuring the breadth
killed in the war
killed in the war
why does she lie so stilled so silent innocent and young
the grieving does not cease the sorrow does not cleanse
it’s because she was killed in the war in a life not begun
a war which comes from peace where distinction blends
why is his body torn and rent so beyond any recognition
the horrors that can not end terrors continue on and on
a war in which the breath spent is lost in each repetition
of words history cannot bend as time has gone and gone
why do the ghosts haunt us lingering in mute accusation
the blind eyes see through gods men’s lies hide the truth
a war created to simply taunt us to disguise the situation
as every evil that we brew drowns us in a proof of youth
why does life flee so easily abandoning the body to death
the war of devils and angels absconding each final breath
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