Heroic Crown of Sonnets 1

1.Remembrance Remembrance of guilt from pages turned brown, Opened and read inside rooms of my mind. Written through time with tears sliding down. I will claim each dung lit cavern I find. My yesterdays speak of a poignant time. Holding the lies I practiced to deceive. The changing poems, the flow of their rhyme. Candles to melt in colors I'd conceive. This game of hearts, this road to my sadness. Finding false joy with a conqueror's schemes. Endings included a heartfelt madness. The dance always ended in broken dreams. To be blind from the pain I could not see. To read old poems, now scattered debris. 2.Secrets To read old poems, now scattered debris. Drifting through time on a slow turning wheel. Written secrets imblaze spokes that turn free. And leave deep tracks the mind will not conceal. The road is taken with its selfish means. This journey is spent with a looking glass. As death will befall this love that demeans. To be a withering lonely morass. How many pages of love never found? This search to fill an emptiness from birth. The staging, the set, the music, the sound. Loneliness will attempt to value its worth. The echo from time from each lover's frown. Time fades and tears away from books thrown down. 3.Torn Pages Time fades and tears away from books thrown down. Tossed in foul winds of yesterday's game. Lovers as pawns in a silk flowing gown. Faces flash by without anyone's name. Empty memories now older and sane. Covered in dirt from roads that were taken. Understanding truth my mental disdain. Unspoken the bond that was forsaken. These ghosts from mists seem to always remain. As my shadows haunt deep in the mind. Never to be released from years of pain. To steal the gifts from hearts when they were blind. To allow the world to know what I flee. I'll build a funeral pyre for all to see. 4.Funeral Pyre I'll build a funeral pyre for all to see. With its higher flames with my scourge of bane. Burning the past allows me to be free. So I can cross the bridge of my domain. Turmoil I've wrought, reasons never to care. I'm trapped by illusions, a vanquished foe. Minutes of my time and what we would share. The price of misery I'll always owe. How dark love becomes when nothing is meant. When lies from lips can spill to be denied. The days and nights soon rushed without lament. Innocent torn hearts bled when they complied. To have a sense of my past paradigm. Yesterday's poems I've folded in time. 5.Emptiness Yesterday's poems I've folded in time, Only in darkness recalled of the night. Replayed in my mind reveals every crime. Smooth flattering words for eyes delight. This hole in my soul could never be filled. Stranger in worlds where all people conflict. Angry from pursuit, of emotion spilled. Cradled warm hearts with a hurt to inflict. Emptiness showed my soul was devoured. I've claimed a prize with cold dismal heart. Ransom is held to share with a coward As two quietly separate apart. The next poem in line to purify, To be in flames when the memories cry. 6.Graveyard To be in flames when the memories cry. From thoughts so deep from those who've departed. The hate they carried of questions of why. No regrets to be had of course charted. They had no reason for hiding their thought As it was born from seeds unintended. The precious jewel of love that they sought, In my lying arms died as intended. This graveyard is filled with too many graves. Caused by an emotional heartless space. Collected as trophies desire engraves, To be burned in this fire without a trace Tossed in flames burning away exposed crime. The smoke froze in dark-colored air to climb. 7.Guilty The smoke froze in dark-colored air to climb, Ashes will crumble from evil now lost. This carried burden across passing time, Finally accountable for the cost. Those dreams of fleeting caged moments held tight. A small souvenir to be kept confides. Restless from reasons of what's wrong, what's right, And wrapped in time's cloak where my failure hides. United with guilt as my days grow short. Seeking truth from my life's darkest stain. Finding sadness from a past I'll abort. A trembling fragility I disdain. To give some peace to each face I made cry. I see them all rise to an endless sky. Contest. Heroic Crown of Sonnets