Nature of a broken heart
In the undefined bosom of the deep
In the sepulcher by the sea
Where hills peep over hills and the alps arise
In a suddenly serene state,
I looked to the sky.
Somewhere in His grace,
I looked up and said
On the face of this earth
The words of humble wisdom:
“Save me, Dear Lord;
One surely would not be frightful when ones dead!
I still believe that there is something left for you and me,
Hold me now with your arms outstretched;
And help me to see, some value of my own accord.”
A masterpiece pitched, much to my surprise
I closed my eyes
And welcomed myself to this place
With arms wide open
A passionate and mind-boggling experience
Now fashioned me with the adornments of a style,
that I could not have designed!
A quiet but intense series of crystaline streams
Harsh less, freely flowing, giving no offense
Strived through sounding shore.
Like a wounded snake
Drags
Its slow
Length
Along, it moved.
Surges lashed with true ease
Such labored sweet nothings
Not by the least
Not at first
Once happy lines
Of rocks-vast weight
Solid structures
Held upon the shore
The once labeled was named
no more.
The free-dom echoes a sense
Of unbiased
Not blindly right
Nature
To mans hope
Angels men rebel
When angels run, men prevail…
(Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread)!!
Blessed
A bubble bursts in the human breast
Humility
Partial to a man harmony deprived
I sigh…
The question of evil has arrived
What direction
Shall I go?
With a hammer and an anvil,
The truth is clear,
I try to keep my mind off of you
And someone I used to be,
You moved on
So why does it feel so wrong?
I want to say that I’m content,
But what do you want from
Me?
I presume a God
For the plain reason
That the planets circle the sun
And hope springs eternal
What man has attempted to have undone.
I can not create the scene that I see…
But someone must have an idea (a wonderful Image)
Of who did…
Don’t they?
Whether he thinks too little or too much of himself
The homeless man wanders
Learned
He laboriously, labors like a block head infected
With the poison of learning of his happy nature to explore
He implores
In a hoarse voice
That was barely audible,
Yet all could easily hear:
That death could not come to soon
If I fall will you let me down easy?
I’m barely hanging on…
I’m at the mercy of you
I leave my heart with you tonight…
Please don’t break it again.
Praise the morning
The sun as yellow as jaundice eyed--
Teary eyes
Of starved hackney
Brighten
As fools admire
The pleasure
Of the roses you bore…
“Oh happiness, your worth is so good.”
A feather beseeches
A fountain
This is me trying to swallow my pride
A sleeping boulder talks
And tries to impose its stone-willed
Desires on the active-living.
Wrestling with the passions of life
(a regular workout regime)
A quiet but intensely felt belief
That there must be more to life
Than merely living,
Arises.
Sweetly, softly falling down
To Earth
I stand witnessing
The tail lights of your Mustang
Drive away,
As you drove through my soul;
Leaving dread marks
And exhaust fumes for me to accept.
Wanderer and loner
A meandering stream of hopelessness
That I love
Will never change
I know its you but I need you…
A sulky loner remembers the tensions
Which she has recently left
Her closest confidant
A brooding brute of an old pal
In a big show-down building up to this breaking point…
I miss you, will you call me?
Oh what a vivacious, ruthless, period of time
Such a big and callous undertaking
Warrants
Bumping chests
I purged,
A ceremonial ideal
Backing out of the battle--
Picking up that phone, was a battle I’d never win--
And submitting to the inner turmoil
Of a fight…
Still firmly
Life’s not the breath you take…
(But the moments that take your breath away)
Don’t miss the point…
I shed
My tough skin in real life
And was motivated to achieve
And maintain the presence
Of a memory of you.
God--
My love for another is pure
And true
My friend, I need you
Now!
I found myself dancing
Almost naked
On the river
Of my dreams
It seems amongst
My prodigal passions
An unexpected and almost second nature
Came-- to my door--
Handholding and playfully shoving
And kissing me
Praise the morning
That you returned.
An arcade:
Such sweet compulsion in music lay,
The ghosts of beauty that died today.
Perhaps another age shall see,And hear with golden ear,
The bloodshed that has slaughtered me!
A person of manners gentle
Of affections mild
Sensitive
Natures laws had created a child
In its own image
Imagine:
That this man has credulously destroyed!
And so the play begins, the player plays…
Behind the images he worked counter-clockwise
A sucker for love, was I,
And my blood brother
Was a savage for beauty…
As cold and artificial as steal…
He stole away the very essence of my being…
For his own splash of entertainment.
“A cherubs face, eternal smites
His emptiness betray
As sallow streams
run dimpling all the way.”(Pope)
As a tear fell from my eye,
And a drop of sweat from his brow,
He didn’t care about me anymore;
I was worthless to him now!
Divine balance be ours
To its last eddy
The horses-ass running to the ossuary.
The cool sage of the meadow
A meandering stream of thought,
Flows beneath the great untaught equation.
Plunderers, indeed. We were
And carrying letters of noble marquee
From no masters but ourselves
Could we not see…
Great millstones hatching on nascent wings?
With this hour of deep meaning
The fetid seaweed of midnight
With us under its gables
And the estuary of the immense under the bed of sky,
He once again said goodbye.
And we come back laden with night
And the ineffable upon its wings
Equipoise of the hour
Finely wrought and burden
Is this time
Vastness… abyss
Takes away all that it brings.
The ocean of all things
Lays siege to us,
From this summit-- risen out of the waters
All the great Devonian night? Does it suffice
To sustain and entertain our praise?
Like the unfurling of the surf,
More wrinkled then a babies ass,
Oh memory in man’s hurt, of the lost kingdom
That has come to pass!
The next Morn
My mystery man
Masturbated his needs and desires
To change our paradigm
To a refreshing new byway
His way!!!
Mirroring the gaping void in his heart!!!
Prodigal son…
He was a rouge, a mirage
From all sides a sinister force resides
Everything coming at me deepens the wound
A threat, nothing compared to the quite hard core tides
So beautiful that they admitted
Defeat.
Definitely not your typical bond that’s
A bound
Of bubbling… babbling Babylonians, am I?
I am uniquely different
From your typical pick
Sweetie!
Adored and brilliant
Harmonizing tones,
Tunes of mystery
Famously dissing, hissing away
At the life of me.
I’m going mainstream…
A treasured keepsake
It was cold that day
I separated from the flock
But I was willing to do that
Embarrassingly the thing that I was most nervous about
Being alone…
Was my solution
To the problem
Of
You!
Frigid temperatures bit
At the hem of my shirt
My neck was exposed
Right after desert.
I finally got in the mood
To leave him who dismembered me,
But we could not interact with each other well,
(Not a normal encounter you know!)
So I wasted away silently.
Tarrying through the stores
Not knowing what was in store
For ½ of a couple…
A painful pair was no more!
I knew I was going to miss him
I’m able to accept
And deal with this
Maturely
Like a maturated woman
And I love this fact
Just as I had loved him
Which was the common bond that had united us:
We both loved him.
We had built a makeshift relationship
Based on the phenomenon of lack of interest
I get a little teary eyed
As he travels the worlds of his own minds space
He is alienated
From all
Even
Me.
By a feverish attempt to glorify
Remember those perfect days
When the sun beat down
In the convertible
Tops…
Roll with it…
Go with it…
In the back seat of your car,
We made a love that would never die!
Get out of the ordinary
Everyday rut,
It won’t mean a thing
If it starts to rain
Drops have been falling from the skies--
Eternities cries
When we were together!
Out of the ordinary:
My bond with him was strong,
And it cursed me
In the eyes of god and other…
All that I saw and felt
Was close knit with pain
Drifting in this world--
I look out the window pane…
The art work was there,
The stage was set,
On a kingdom by the sea,
The house by the lake
Of our eternity!
“I love you so much--huh
Bleeargh… !!!”
The physical and mental benefits
Are everything you’d expect
Nothing!
The warm sweetness of summertime
The really amazing days now past
Winter falls upon us,
The end is approaching oh so fast!
Jettisoned
From
The juxtaposition
Of a jilting…
The freedom that impregnates experience
With a passionate embrace…
Will not be faced again,
In my lonely forgotten place.
“Then what happened?”
The angel-faced
Unleashed hell
And murdered my soul
Lost in this moment now
Almost every second truly helping me heal
I was the active party in removing
This couples bond, after all…
Nothing can replace our friendship
We had become so close
I guess it’s true that the more time you spend with someone,
The more you gravitate towards each other.
We were such good friends,
It’s tough knowing that we’re not going
To be
Back together
Again!
But situations
And people,
Change!
I need to be
Free
From the grasp of
Tyranny!
I learned what I could
Do to help tomorrow
When, wrapped… actually got
Pretty emotional
And
Left…
Walking away…
From my Love!
A flowering stream of consciousness
Was left snaking behind
Slithering on the grounds
Of my undecided reality
Now
Unseen,
My broken heart
Torn apart
By my inner and outer worlds!
“He himself teaches what I should do: it is right to be taught by the enemy.”(Ovid)
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