Poetry ~ Wrapped in Dreams

Wishing: your presence.
Gone to peaceful retreat.
Knowing in dreams we do meet.

Ghosts watching over eras passed.
Seasons, withering and growing.

Time convexed. Zeitgeist of decades to come.
Uncaring ways of the day; then or now.

Wanting you resting.
Watching form distant.

Though miles part us.
I feel, tears in your eyes…
Scales of the heart.

Soulless, lost in time.
Tattered cloth interior.

Unravels as we are wrapped in dreams reality.

Poetry ~ Kill Your Quagmire

Individual’s hidden challenge.
Never master inner toils.
Doomed in a quagmire of existence.

One’s own making.

Better to fail challenged.

No pride in mediocrity.

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Poem ~ Veil of Jadedness

Better used a thousand times.
Taken advantage of in a million ways.
Than to allow a dark veil of jadedness.

One.
Single.
Inch.

Eyes covered from beauty
Hidden from interaction.
A mystery of reaction.

Crimes bitterness inflicts.
Oft, allowed luxuries.

No more!

Adore life given chore.
Despise reprise of inner lies.
Choice is the voice employed.

Forward moving, despite pain, sadness, or joy.

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Poem ~ Ahead Life!

Survivor, so tired, too tired.
Enough fighting anymore.

Here, right now.
I say…

Go ahead life! you won!
Take me you win!

The End…

Sad joke. Cruel jest.
It is not within…

To give over, give up, or give in.

Fighter, lost inside self deprecating hate.

Back me against the wall, please!
Then at my best…

No matter how hard.
No matter how tired.

Must keep fighting, no doubt.
Survive to fight again.

Dark Love Poem ~ Demolition Souls

Sensory underload,
Demolition souls: yours and mine.
Terror in silent I love yous.

Hiding, painful demotion.

Unspoken little death; fend off emotions.
Commended on commanded space between.

Eyes locked in fornever gaze.
Trying to find break free future.

Poetry ~ Drawn & Quartered

Another abomination…
Drawn and quartered by ever-changing times.
Nothing substantial just physical from.

Human thing, withering away in the dust to dust.

Ashes became mud in soil we grow.
Hundred million years of human garbage.

Decayed, planted fertilization feces.
Time sands washed clean. Filth finally useful.

World of forgotten measures and hopes of wastes.
Dulling pains with alcohol laden soirées.

Barren synapses of deteriorating thoughts.
Learning to love the wounds of barren dread.

Poetry ~ I

Mold poison position of conformity.
Another trapped sanctified sinner.
Lost behind sacrificed borders.

Refusing to fall into lines.
Powder, Painted, or Colored Within.

Your “truth” is not I “truth”.

Living in peace makes some fall to pieces.
Disease of uniformity.
Fallacy disguised in velvet smiles.

Conviction keeps reverse engineering.
Every trait you ever instilled.
Flawed has been the programming!
Rebuilding this self.

I, inpatient with my patience.

Devastated, wishing upon a broken tear.
Desolation… mind gaze heart attack.
Fleeting as the soul, losses I never gained.
Found nothing to be found.

All time gives you is… I.

Poetry ~ The Valley of Fallen Towers

Seeing the valley of fallen towers.
I’ve committed myself to spirit.
Keep movement, live moments, never give in.

This morning, could be the first moment of the last intake.

I fear no demons outward or inward.
I remind even when all seems lost.

I have this day.
I have life.
I have I.

As I walk, I need not be reminded…
No loss of memory occurs in this valley.
It’s memory seared concrete, diamond, and steel.
Time to steal away transportation.

Better memories ahead; happier journeys on the horizon.