Steel-bound words once carved in stone, Now rust in whispers, dead and alone.
The oaths we swore in fire and ash, Lie shattered now—mere ghosts of past.
A blade was drawn, a wound was made, Yet scars still whisper, cold and frayed.
Beneath the weight of silent screams, The echoes writhe, the soul redeems.
Ink turns black beneath the skin, A tale of ruin carved within.
The hands once strong now shake in dust, Their bones betray their hollow trust.
A crimson sun, a starving tide, A love undone, a fate denied.
The night is long, the shadows call, They dance in halls where secrets fall.
A requiem hums in fractured breath, Where promises drown and love meets death.
Categories:
oaths, betrayal, pain,
Form: Couplet
Endlessly.... scribbling....
Of our illusion...
The tale myself mouths through tears....
The line that murders my psyche....
Is "Wait... we'll come across once more...once again"
The era's arrive aging thy skin.... to ossein...
For those loaned words...
Aim through my psyche....
It slaughters me.... it tortures me...
Now all the odes
I scribble of the devotion...
Are the dusted oaths that wind through...me...
They hath shimmer to become ashes....
Some live this vitality
Whilst others hath to survive...
Why? Hence we cannot die....
Now my hands are no longer for the embrace to be held....
Now my hands hold a bouquet with flowers....
For... thy.... gravestone.....
Just know myself under no circumstances abandoned thee....
For the time and distance abandoned both... of us
Categories:
oaths, absence, cry, dark, death,
Form: Free verse
Songs which
repeat themselves
in the mind
are things which
repeat themselves deep in the heart
Adon Olam will be heard again
by me and by others
the years have come and gone
but our hopes
live on
Love & poetry
are tragedy
There is a nice Spanish woman
in my building
who brings me Jewish newspapers
Glad to know her...
Categories:
oaths, jewish,
Form: Ballad
It is relentlessly our intent
To do the right thing.
Why then do we relent—
A bird with broken wing?
We make earnest pledges
Vowing to fly higher.
But they fray at the edges—
Caught in self-made mire.
We would strive to be
A friend of welcoming ways.
Except they quickly flee—
Gliding through wasted days.
We pray for a resolution
To these earth-bound misses.
But we forestall a solution—
Opting for self-inflicted hisses.
Categories:
oaths, introspection,
Form: Rhyme