IN MY POET'S EYE
I can't say, where you are tonight.
I can't say, our love would have turned out right.
I don't know, but I do know,
you are still my love.
Every night I find I still reach for you.
Any time I pray, I still pray for you.
I don't know the reason,
But I know you're still a part of me.
In my poet's eye, I still see you here.
In my poet's world, I still feel you near.
I don't know the reason,
but I thought God meant this love to be.
I don't know the reason,
but I thought God meant our love to be.
In my poet's mind, you are mine again.
In my poet's heart you are here again.
In my poet's eye, you'll always be my love.
Every night I find I still reach for you.
I don't know the reason,
But I know you're still a part of me.
In my poet's eye, you'll always be my love.
In my poet's eye, you'll always be my love.
In my poet's eye, you are still my love.
(For Ryland Matthews' My Darkest Hour Contest)
Blank Tombstone
by Audonus Taylor
A blank tombstone
rests above deceased me,
As I dream of a future
far as any being can see,
No flower arrangements,
Not a rose seals my tomb,
No inscription of immortality
No "loving father" or "beloved groom",
Does such lack of bereavement
reflect me as mean and vicious?
No, tis the respect of the
deceased's eccentric wishes,
As family and friends shed
tears enough to swallow,
Bidding farewell to a heart
impenetrable and hallow,
For tomorrow never comes
to hearts heaven cannot reach,
For life has stripped away my faith
Never again will my soul be breached,
No paradise awaits my name,
For I am a non believer as I roar,
Away from me, did god decree,
my angel should forever soar,
Thus I chose to fade to nothingness
Or, be it so, the depths of hell,
Now, her wedded bliss to another
proves god's love as a fairy-tale,
She loves me not, he loves me less,
is the truth I shall forever concur,
Blankness reflects more than my name,
And a god would know what I am without
Her...
Curse the day i am denied a glimpse of you,
hate people who talk bad about you,
bless the day God blessed me with you,
life would be worthless without you,
life would have no meaning without you,
my source of inspiration are you,
words can't explain how proud i am of you,
i know i am gonna grow old on you,
my existence is unknown to you,
for which i am so ashamed of you,
life would have been easier without you,
would have a job besides thinking about you,
hate to get up knowing i can never be with you,
know i will never get over you,
if only God created more like you,
i wouldn't be so miserable without you,
won't know these tears without you,
no end to my fears without you,
why am i not made for you?
God wanted me to live without you,
may there be another life with you,
wish i could touch and kiss you,
wish you knew how much i miss you,
friends with the shining star are you,
gone forever to be with God are you,
people say i must forget all about you,
tell me things so i can hate you,
but i am so crazy that i.....love you.
A Feeling of Despair ,The Choking Sobs
an Image of Being Trampled under a Mob.
Constricted Breathing, out of Control
a Feeling of Forever These Moments Stole
Darkness Settles, No Happy Thoughts,
the Battles over Before its Even Fought.
Clouds Drift in ,I Feel the Pain.
I Stand Destroyed in Your Domain
On the Edge of a Chasm, Inviting Cold
Hating Who I Am, a Man with No Soul.
Can You Hear My Cries of Anguish and Despair,
to Live or Die Do I Even Care?
I Know it Sounds Crazy, Not My Usual Peace.
But What to Do with Myself after this Six Year Lease
. Words Spoken to God Mean Nothing Anymore
I Spoke You Spoke Still You Walked out the Door.
How Do I Maintain My Guise as a Man
When Behind Closed Doors I Sift Away like Sand
.To Pick up and Continue What Is the Use?
I Had a Great Woman I Lost Her, I Deserve All Abuse.
I Prayed for Us Daily to God from Above,
And for What Because Evidently There Is No Such Thing as True Love.
Ours has never been a fortuitous friendship,
For God ordained that it should be.
While absent, you were akin to a sonar blip,
That God knew I couldn't hear or see.
But on a blustery day at His command,
From an inquisitive heart, we were lettered.
The days once enumerated as grains of sand,
Were exiled and a love was unfettered.
Apart, we existed as candles without flame,
While distanced by that thief I'll call time.
Being friends with you borders a playground game,
Void of rules and without reason or rhyme.
I oft thank God for reaching into your heart,
Placing there, a reason, to give us thought.
Our friendship was granted a fresh new start,
Through God's grace, and because you sought.
Dedicated to Shirlene on the first anniversary
of her return to our lives. What a joy she has been.
I don't know exactly what I am feeling, Numbness maybe so;
But deep inside I feel a pain, one I have yet to know.
I thought our love was meant to be, blessed by God himself on high;
Now in my heart there is only bitterness, and tears they fill my eye.
Seventeen years I have been blessed, to have you by my side;
as my friend and soul mate, with whom I could confide;
But now my world is shattered, my life taken before my very eyes;
Your heart to me it seems so cold, love for me it seems has died.
Maybe this is all Im worth, maybe my karma has caught up to me;
maybe God has turned his back, and cursed now I must be.
I have never felt such pain, stabbing my heart to my very soul;
breaking me down from my very core, and gouging a deep dark hole.
I now pray daily, that I can just get past the pain;
To the anger bitterness and rage, so I can again feel sane.
For I now fear the future, alone it seems I now must be;
Depression is starting to take a hold, my mind is no place for me