Older than my memories,
Younger than the creation of the lands.
You used to hold her in my memories,
Every summer's been colder,
No one really understands.
Mother I Sober,
Father’s treacheries reaching out with colder hands.
A freezing touch grows from my shoulder,
The suppression needs control,
No one really understands.
Maybe one day when I’m older,
I’ll know your touch as welcome hands.
Maybe one day,
When you’re older,
We’ll laugh together,
Again.
/
I used to love you,
Maybe you were the same.
I wanted to write a haiku,
But two lines couldn’t conceal my pain.
Rouge on old grey skin
lustre trying to conceal
yet exposes flaws
Conceal this
trespassing against me well that’s on you.
getting caught up makes me a fool.
leave it alone because what’s the use.
when another will come to.
getting mad cause we don’t stick like glue.
the issue i’m trying to pursue.
it’s nothing personal
just a phase and i need to be discernible.
i’m certain that i get what i give returnable.
So it should be no hard feelings.
i just need to conceal this.
i’m able and willing.
unequivocallysyretta
A Warrior in Conceal.
In a room stands tall a mirror clear,
Revealing a reflection that deceived the world with a smile.
When I recognized it, my eyes poured out a tear,
And it was clear that the reflection was mine all the while.
It asks my nights of silent tears and struggle,
To expose the truth my false smile would never reveal.
It showcased the unspoken love under my heart's rubble,
And unveiled all my wounds that time could never heal.
My reflection speaks: "Accept and learn to heal,
Don’t run or hide, but face the wounds you bear.
I'm proud of you, a warrior through conceal,
For in your heart, gain strength to face despair.
Next time you stand before me, let me feel
A reflection, freed from past wounds, and completely healed."
You constant friend,
A presence that seems to never end.
You come in waves, you come in force,
A relentless feeling, a brutal source.
You are the thorn in every rose,
The cruel twist in life's repose.
You are the wound that won't heal,
The agony that we cannot conceal.
You steal our laughter, you steal our joy,
You are the darkness that we cannot avoid.
You are the ache that fills our hearts,
The burden that tears us apart.
But even in your deepest throes,
You are a reminder that we still grow.
For pain can teach us how to heal,
To find strength that we never thought was real.
So though you hurt and though you sting,
We'll learn to rise on wounded wings.
We'll face you down, we'll stand up tall,
For pain may be a friend, but we are stronger after all.
Draw back the drapes of those tenebrous clouds
for my eyes desire a glimmer of the pallid moon.
Sullen shadows of night, her beauty enshrouds.
Covering her faint glow is a sin, I dare impugn.
Lustrous is her light when emerged in the night,
as pale as the alabaster skin of my love's cheek.
A pearl in the sky. Passion's flame she will ignite,
reflected across waters in an aura of mystique.
Without the moon, my soul would mourn, bereft.
Her splendor worthy of lyrics written in musical bars.
I would write a sonnet for her if my hand was deft.
Even though her hue is wan, she outshines stars.
I'll not weep for the moon while her light wanes.
I'm aware that it's just a phase, and soon will pass.
Then, comes the time when her luminance reigns
and billowed nimbus will turn aside for her. Alas!
If overcast shadows choose to darken the skies
let them do so to offer shade from the sun's heat,
but never allow them to conceal from my eyes
the trysting place where the pale moon and I meet.
July 22, 2022
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Phrase 4
The universal consciousness,
conceals infinite whereabouts
unknown
Our nightmares obscure
memories of multiple dreams
and fantasies ...
If everything were revealed to us
all sudden, if all was said ...
many of us would not desire
even have been born ...
Trump Spiel On Weapons Conceal
What Trump has said was a short spiel,
On why all weapons we should conceal;
Dormant brain,
Without a grain,
And amendment we do need to repeal.
Jim Horn
What superficial concepts these are? When we are neither here or there
When we conceal our hearts, when we hide elsewhere
We claim to be invincible
But we aim in that to maim
It is straight and true
Who among us should take the blame?
But why dress up what we say? Being dishonest with self
We must be honest in all we do, as we approach the proverbial shelf
We should strive to be transparent
To be explored by ourselves and others perhaps
Guarding and mystery will change little
Of what is plainly visible like symbols on maps
There's nothing you could say to me
That change the way I feel
I adore the friendship you bring to me
That makes your heart feel real
The subtle way you gaze in me
So well it makes me heal
But to preserve each moment gracefully
For now, my love
My heart I must conceal
I will whip out my hot gun,
You hold the barrel, have fun;
Stroke with your finger,
Then pull the trigger
And hit the target anon!
06/27/14
What do you do when the storm rolls in?
You hide in a raincoat and a plastic grin.
How do you bear the lack of light?
You just smile and nod, you don't put up a fight.
When your angry or hurt, can anyone tell?
No, you just keep your happy face on and survive through this hell.
Kisses speak
Your love
Conceal not
My darling enter my dream...
it is here I hold you dear...
...I hold you effortlessly
tenderly...nothing else
can compare...
Our love captured
in a heart beat...
We breathe the nearer...
I reach for you...
as I fall deeper into sleep...
...our love...our first kiss
sheltered in a time, a time
that true love will cradle
forever our love...for love
will treasure...
our hearts will keep...
true love...will measure...
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