Short Heartlessness Poems

his warm eyes
   cruel heartlessness
         may belie...

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Sadness interferes with life
In me it muses
I feel the power of hurt
And it squeezes out
Saddened heartlessness

Russell Sivey...

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Do I resist the temptation of my unrest
Follow the steps to retract 
Emptiness flares to a bidding high of heartlessness 
A fool am I 
A love of a thousands times swept away...

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He, momentarily 

looks in my direction

Now glancing away, so

how could he, when once he

told me I was his world 

Splinters of heartache pierce

my wretched heart disowns

Your heartlessness exposed



3/17/20...

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Can we run really fast
Like a panther on its prey
Across the jungle we shall go

Or can we fly far away
Like the eagles in the sky
Over the mountains we soar

For we are soulmates not lovers
With one voice we should be

But life in its strange heartlessness
Will not let us have affinity...

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Sometimes I think I should 
identify more with Goldfinger 
    than with James Bond
    A little heartlessness 
is essential  for survival 
A pretty face 
   may hide
 an evil heart 
So keep your eyes open 
and listen to Shirley sing 
I plan on seeing "Skyfall" this week 
    while getting a LICENSED massage...

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Many believe love a fantasy to be;The greater fantasy believing themselves to love.
Eros irritates me. For agape I hope.
Perhaps a monastic I should be and wear the cowl, sparring my soul from sorrow, though deep within I hold a heart full of love which I hide for fear of heartlessness from this foul realm , filled with insincerity and hypocrisy...

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Look for love in your heart
I'm leaving you with:
Someday you will recognize
Some breakups are doomed.

Today I can be an unfulfilled poet
Snoring and heartlessness
alike star at night
without its dense knots
Even if it is a short iteration,
bouncing over time and space
It will only be a matter of perception
to see and be seen
To appear to be bluntly clear.

Written: March 1st, 2023...

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As I am walking in this volcano
let my wings alone burn into ashes
My bones can't afford vanishing like smoke in space 

As I stepping in this road
led by my dead self heading south
let my heart speak and my lips clap to your heartlessness

As I am waving for the last time
maybe the last last time 
let my pale palms preach peace 

As I am going down this hell
well, you might follow me as well
Let your free soul
find love in your hostility...

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Into my hands
my future has been molded
surrounded by dreams
drowned by lies
 Pictures of my reality
resemble a drink
in a blender
chaos rests here
 Torn between
what is and what could be
from my toil my hands bleed
 Trying to fine reason
 a world of black and white
when hope appears to be lost
When one one is favored
and another dishonored
 Trying to understand this world
is it real or dream
the heartlessness of man
is beyond all reason...

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To add things up I did not have to do much addition
I discovered what you really are
All I needed was a little intuition
There is no word to describe it
No true definition
It was made painfully obvious to me by your hideous rendition
A siren song that destroyed a man’s whole world sung by a deceptive musician
Is that who you really are?
Do you lack the human condition?
Or are you just carrying on some pathetic tradition?
Your heartlessness overwhelming by your lack of contrition...

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The devil is in hearts of the many too afraid to be themselves 
That are first to face the tune of day's clock 
With wickedness thrained their dereliction can't stop
They're prudently persistent about the way you do things 
Having absolutely no concept of love or compromising
When they finish destroying what they could 
They move on to another
So when you see him sneering back at you 
Across the table at the bar 
Know it's him the snake breeching the weeds 
The unholy morning star...

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Parting is such sweet sorrow
One that hasn’t tasted sorrow knows not
Pain and anguish are gifts lucky few got
So why this bleeding heart

An old friend gifted me a plant in a pot
The plant named as Bleeding Heart
I admired the gesture although my house provided
No room for two bleeding hearts

The existing bleeding heart in my chest
Was enough for me to endure
A cancer for which there isn’t any cure
Your heartlessness and my fidelity at its best

Sintra, Portugal –Jan. 20, 2015...

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