The intensity of his chase had brought him his diamond,
A chance to maybe silence the monkey on his shoulder.
In feet first, thinking it would be like walking on the clouds,
He knew in his heart and at this time he should have told her.
Feeling all the lyrics of every song he’d heard, that ever moved him,
Desperate to make himself understood and maybe understand himself
Believing in something he felt would be the answer and maybe heal,
Reaching for that need, wanting it to be real and at best everything.
But the monkey whispers in his ear, and as always he is its puppet,
The strings are pulled by something that appears to command.
The chance of the merest glimpse of Shangri-La faded on his horizon,
Alone, he misses with more longing than a never ending need.
Playing over different scenario’s and stuck on a mountain of “why’s”,
Head hung with a feeling of defeat that simply staggers him.
In moments of rational, a thought for maybe “could have been”,
Then slams the door on yesterday, and listens to his monkey once more.
©.L.Kelly
Delicate and beautiful.
It slides down her face like a sparkling diamond laced with spirit
A solitary tear.
Filled with so much pain and regret but still unable to admit
Needing help.
Searching so desperately but even upon finding is left speechless
Waiting alone.
An echoing ache and longing throughout her body wanting to confess
Her crime.
Hidden in dark and deep shadows of limbo with no chance of escaping
Growing cold.
Secrets once loved now loathed with the wounds left sore and gaping
Others will tell you to stay,
but the voices beg you to leave this place.
Break the sorrowful tides against the shore,
In this place, you will not find what you've been longing for.
Drown your self pity, and move on.
Set Sail early, quietly you will be gone.
Fading into the depths of the sea.
Slipping away from everyone's memories.
Free of the desolate earth,
This is your oceanic rebirth.
Sail strong, and do not look back.
Only the weak hearted ponder in regrets.
"Do they remember me?"
"Do they miss me?"
Meaningless questions, that keep you anchored ashore.
Keep in mind to leave these questions ignored.
The friends, the loves, the abandoned; their tears fill the sea.
Salty waters that keep you company.
Waters that keep you afloat,
Waters that keep you moving further,
Waters that will one day help you remember.
The reason you left, is the reason you're alive.
The Joy of Sadness
No sunshine
dark clouds have come
and hidden the sun
The sky is crying
rain drops come together
on glass
each has an amount of sorrow
a capacity for being sad
I have this capacity
so alive now
the sad music sound
melody of rain drops
clicking on glass
Maybe I wanna feel
the joy of sadness
and live the sad melody
in all my core
I don't wanna ask
who, when or why questions
remember all unnecessary memories
or cry
I'm longing to feel
the joy of sadness
bring me
all the dark clouds
I wanna be sad
Fide ERKEN
Gestures beckon gestures,
Speech caresses silence,
Laughter accompanies the seductive sways of smiles,
The beautiful bliss of our starry eyes gone astray;
Then caught and locked in a stir of longing for each other.
None, but a tale of fantasy,
Re-enacting the dé·jà vu of a dream.
A dream; an all-discerning vision
Relentlessly unfolding a heart-stricken revelation.
An exposition of the future’s past.
Relishing; this past, indeed. In a one we go a-dancing;
Yet still, in exchange of smothering kisses, beneath the cover of darkness
With flames of a soaring passion burning; our bonded souls to sooth
Urging the sweet cravings of yearning desires, us to consume
In our intoxicating state of peaked pleasure,
In our hypnotizing exile of uncontrollable ecstasy.
How soon this liquor of love runs out
Pour me another glass, please……
A toast, in honor of our non-existing love
Cheers!!
Truth filtered through a screen of crystal blue eyes
Your soul engulfed by a prison of insecurity and rage
With hands of tenderness you embrace me and choke my spirit
The life that we once shared now is mysteriously hidden beneath the surface
Lost to the emotion and passions that once bound us
I am too afraid to walk away yet I am too tired to stay
Lacking faith in myself and longing to satisfy your desires, I pray…
Wanting to be free with you, uninhibited, yet I am afraid to be vulnerable
I cry in silence and throughout the night I am lonely for you
My trust shattered, feelings bruised, light dimmed, and heart broken, I continue...
Moving slowly, tiptoeing, careful to avoid the traps set before me
I search for answers only to come up empty
You say I am everything to you, all you could want or need
Yet somehow I am not enough
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
Forever longing for each other
sadly separated for eternity
in passing they always gently touch
knowing together they shall never be
His kingdom is mysterious
a place filled with dreams
immersed in illusions
where nothing is really as it seems
While she is vitality
awakening with sunrise
lifting the spirits
on hopeful hearts she shines
In passing they will always gently touch
his darkness caressed by her light
but loneliness is their destiny
for she is day and he is night
A terrible earthquake rocked
Bidding adieu left us shocked
Rescuers worked on the third day
Looking exhausted and in dismay
Suddenly mixed feelings filled the air
When they lifted two up the metal stair
Shielded from the falling fragments
Embraced and protected within a mother’s garment
Wrapped in a carcass that offered comfort
A live six month-old baby girl put her effort
She moved having been suckled on that fateful day
By her mother who had entered the unknown gateway
Only this could have crammed her mind
Let me die so that they could find
My child alive; my child must live
So, she breast-fed until alive
One could compare her love to a mystery
Her life after death is but history
Tears trickle from stony hearts
Also from those carrying debris in their carts
Like a mother longing to hug her child
Our Creator waits to embrace us His child
He can pick us up from any rubble
And in us can make joy bubble
The flower of the soil, not curse but I
am same, not cutting ~ beings lie
The flower of my eye, seems only thy
contention only seeding in reply!
What grows in longing symbolizes try,
befit with wronging, nurtures less imply.
Some grace befits an answer, asking why
love seeds it's error firstly, but to die!
As all man contemplative risk deny
am I thus overstated, nay, but nay!
This truth congratulaltive feels no wry
the heart left but to ponder, finds it's sky ~
still deep inside its hurting . . . frees its cry!
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