Best Lovehistory Poems
Love shall say it's sorry so truth may atone
My soul brings praise to no other, you alone
Like the stars tell stories of your eyes alone
Like the tides weave history in every moan
I have languished in the light of other moons
That made our emptiness bright. The ruins
Of my dreams I cusp in my hands, and walk
The printed sand to you. Trace my past now,
See again the dunes where I bleed, O talk
To me with understanding as trust will allow
For we long in the rain edge friendships blind
Bandaging fears with the solace of any kind
Yet never sucked in, nor yet content outside
We overcompensate for the thing we hide.
Shall I despise you, shall I disrespect you, or
Ever go back to my busy emptiness? Believe
Me, you are the jewel kingdoms fought for
And to you alone who fill my dim void, I cleave
Love shall say it's sorry. since our hearts keeps
No covenant with the night, nor your form sleeps.
Remember you are prized, and no beauty glows
Majestic in my eyes, like you who keep our vows.
Friends may wander, virtual or real, into my call
And sing there awhile to wither the heart's gall
But songs alone will never fill my void, you alone
Right the history of my shamble and of my moan.
a pen to a page with stories to tell
if words could paint a picture what object would that picture sell
a scribble a scratch a cross a stright line
a story a word written in rhymes
a search a solution a problem of kinds
never in the grasp of hands to find
if pages were re-written turning back time
would it cause the flow to cease in the mind
or would it constrict and tighten the bind
if the path to resistance would break down design
could you look at the path before you, to see the sign
or would you turn away and leave it behind
pretending you did'nt see because youre blind
it walks through the shadows of the cracks at your feet
escaping the sunlight sprawled out on the street
it claims sweet victory then asks for defeat
devouring the fruits then pursuiing the meat
enveloped in coldness exuding heat
while the world must stand forcing you to take a seat
man makes history and history makes a man
when the soul reaches out for the body to stand
to live each breath as if it were your last
looking to the future but taking note of the past
when thoughts seem to stop you must make them resume
before the present turns to the past to consume
thoughts are important but not a place to dwell
to build up a wall to surround you in hell
building an ego that soars past towers
giving others the key to use your powers
to build restraint placed upon your soul
for you to understand its yours to control
Past And Future
(14-12-2005)
He is my past
Would you be my future?
If you ever be my past
Shall he be my future?
What about after you?
Would there be another person
Then you'll be history too?
But between you and him
There are gaps that couldn't be filled
He is my history and you are my next story
Though next story is just a history for next story
But I live in the now
It's your arm that surrounds me now