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In darkness we meet stained are the memories of a jaded view
Cold are the nights.
Agony is this wait for you.
We met in a nightmare soon to be a dream.
Six confessions in the garden the snake does reside.
Alone in her misery within the ear of the monster she does confide.
Tortured hearts bound by pain.
Both scared by others.
Within the arms of the asylum.
Finding solice amongst the insane.
Bound by fear beaten yet still alive.
Trambled underfoot.
Togather in spite we did thrive.
Six in the chamber only one do I need.
Cast in a role.
Without question the dogs do feed.
The kiss so sweet apon cracked lips.
Far from the pain.
A willing victim into the heart she rips.
Lost within shadows locked within the power.
The suffering of two.
Scratching the days into the walls counting every hour.
Six more endless nights.
As from the curtain a light shines through.
When from darkness we join.
So end"s this wait for you.
dedicated to my dark heart J.E.R
The Fluttering Brush
Is this bed you make more than a pillow for your head
have you slept beside me
inside of me
wrapped in the press of longing
and brought yourself to where the darkest dreams of losing are told
Are you not merely sleeping
but waiting for the speech of some eloquent tongue
to lure you from this unabated cushion
immersed deep in a wanting hung on your whispering breath
Have I not loved you enough
for that
Do you come from some silent sea
entwined in these oscillations of passion
sending the skipping stones of your heart beat
kissing on waters of my soul
does it appear to you as circling stars
and are you reminded then of how I held you weeping in my arms
Is the quiet night teeming with memories of half waking
unconfined on bridges and boarders of some other idiom
reciting in syllables of love and lust
where the wings of your lashes are a fluttering brush
How do secrets of contentment rise in simple things
you roll from beneath hours between
light filters the cunning of day from resting limbs
dallying delicately on covers of the bed you make
For more than just a pillow have you slept beside me inside of me
wrapped in the embrace of yearning
and sent skipping stones of my heart beat
kissing waters of your soul
to where darkest dreams of losing are told
So Shall my Heart Speak
As Tears.. fall like rain
Oh how.. tis I am so Nieve
I am the one to blame
I..
I shall seal my heart
Forever..
I shall Never
Give my heart away
ever again
For someone
just to step on it
Again and again
Never.. Never..
Not in this Life
I shall allow My heart
To be tricked with lies
of Love that a..
would ever..
have love for me..
My heart Beholding Love for...
Only Jesus
And All in this Life
Shall ever be.. Friends..
Giving..
Forever in Eternity
For this time
as I know..
Truth..
Love hurts
Brings pain
many forms
But Never again..
Shall my heart be giving
or even to think there ever be
True Love in this life for me
For I know now for me..
tis would just be
Truth Reveals.. tis Your Love
was Just Make believe..
As I found. .your Love was--For me..
I should have realized..
But I didn't see..
Truth is--As all tis always be..
Thank you.. My Darling
for the thought
of Making me believe
That You really Loved me for Me
But as I see..
Truth still beholds
What tis was said..
Stilll unfolds
"No Man in their Right Mind--
Would Ever behold Love for Me~
for I Truly understand
for the way.. Why would any..
After all.. yes..
Truth Prevails again
~~~ I am
~~~~what I am..
Form:
Cut your bleeding heart out,
And place it on the ground,
For all those to look,
Deceiving those around,
Lock your bleeding heart in a box,
And give it to those in need,
Hold back all of the tears,
Block out all of the debree,
But does your bleeding heart deserve to be protected?
Given and taken from the wrong,
The wrong notes and words,
That now make up your love song,
Shatter your dreams with your bleeding heart,
Prove the innocent of their hate,
Fall to your knees and expire,
As hopelessness always indicates,
Stay up late with your bleeding heart,
And discover the truths of your veins,
The blood is soon to run dry,
Bringing back all of your pains,
Your bleeding heart cries for my blood,
But you’ve already given it all away,
Wasted it all of the wrong,
Causing panic and then decay,
You begin to hate your bleeding heart,
The innocent can’t renew your soil,
It’s Your veins, Your soul,
That are running out of oil,
Cut your bleeding heart out,
And lock it in a box,
Listen to every single beat,
With it, you’ll never be lost
Believing the heart to be true to it's calling,
While wrapping it safely in caution's warm quilt,
Flying too close to the flame that entrances,
Hope's wings have been singed both by trust and by guilt.
Forging through pain that had sought to destroy her,
Enveloped in memories she wanders through time,
Revelling in feelings too distant to waken,
Provoking the heart to speak freely in rhyme.
Love can not lend her the courage to fight on,
Memories can't save her, nor send aid to bear,
They stand by her helplessly watching and waiting,
For silence to meet with her cowardice there.
She stands at the door, and yearns to step through it,
To the side of the threshold that pain can not touch,
Her heart beating ardently, longing for refuge,
But refuge at this point is asking too much.
Tomorrow may bring the resolve she so yearns for,
To stand up and walk as though none were aware,
Of the shame, and remorse she's allowed to enslave her,
To break free for all time from this prison of care.
YLE
Canada
It is the stars that will cry at this hour,
here I am, pouring my heart out.
Brilliant, is the perfect watch tower,
with a heavy heart, I do doubt.
Here I am, pouring my heart out,
to this world, just a ghost.
With a heavy heart, I do doubt,
an unseen life, leaning against the post.
To this world, just a ghost,
unconsciously, rising above the flame.
An unseen life, leaning against the post,
as a picture, without a picture frame.
Unconsciously, rising above the flame,
all my works here, done in the past.
As a picture, without a picture frame,
the memories of my life, will outlast.
All my works here, done in the past,
brilliant, is the perfect watch tower.
The memories of my life, will outlast,
I shall be remembered, in my final hour.
***For Paula Swanson's Pantoum contest.***
The Heart of LOVE enveloped YOU and -- I
In the course of EVERLASTING LOVE I -- Failed
My minute blacken heart would not let you - In
Looking back through time I do see a Pure -- Life
The watches, Grandfather clocks of Time -- Running
Oblivious to the feeling of pain from Falling -- Down
Stumble over nothing along midnight Black -- Paths
Following an unseen grotesque horned being -- Leading
My uncleansed Soul across my Death’s river -- Toward
An Eternal Damnation living in a blazing Hot --- Hell
Dedicated To my POETRY Brother, Ruben Ortellao ( YOUR Turn )
Author's Note : This is a New Form of POETRY Dane-Ann and I are Trying
to get started We Call It " End Line Word POETRY "
I said that I would stay for evermore,
And shut my heart away where no one sees
But now I stand beside the open door
Here in the morning sun, to feel the breeze
With scents of flowers wafting down the hall.
And dancing motes of dust in sunbeams where
Their slanting fingers shine. I still recall
That far-off morning, and the scented air.
My heart escapes to where the birds still sing
But dreams no more of that which might have been.
I seek a future fate for time to bring
Fields of new-grown grass, fresh and emerald green.
Pastures new and painted with a different hue
Now with the world remade so bright and true
I said that I would stay for evermore,
And shut my heart away where no one sees
But now I stand beside the open door
Here in the morning sun, to feel the breeze
With scents of flowers wafting down the hall.
And dancing motes of dust in sunbeams where
Their slanting fingers shine. I still recall
That far-off morning, and the scented air.
My heart escapes to where the birds still sing
But dreams no more of that which might have been.
I seek a future fate for time to bring
Fields of new-grown grass, fresh and emerald green.
Pastures new and painted with a different hue
Now with the world remade so bright and true