I often sit here waiting,
for truant words to come
To chase the thoughts now fleeting,
messages on the run
These days I sit impatient,
as I wonder to myself
Are time and memory draining
—precious moments left unfelt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Beyond all critical thinking,
above what’s right or wrong
There’s a different understanding,
where words turn into song
With a deeper sense of freedom,
light shines upon itself
All reasoned dialectic,
left abandoned, lost—unfelt
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Twas once a time you owned my heart,
then Laura stole it back
Through all those years our hearts on fire,
she waited and she sat
She hoped one day our lives would part,
to never meet, as then…
Her voice so soft had cried at night,
“I want you back again”
“You need to promise me this time,
you’ll never leave me cold
“And even if you dally forth,
your Muse I will behold
“To heal you of this tragic drought,
you brought upon yourself
“And give you back the future-past
—whose presence now unfelt”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
I am not loved
These feelings inside me are slowly drained away into the river of time
In the brief moments in which my heart creates them, they burned like magic fire
I watch them ebb and rise, swirling, pulled away into the currents
Pulled from my heart, carried off in endless reams
So many of them, burning webs of emotion
These endless dreams, like ribbons of light breaking away from my soul
Torn away from my heart, burning flame, love, desire
Now extinguished, lost in the great expanse of eternity, never used
They are in the darkness now
A great sea of emotion deep and never ending
How many dreams burned away, countless, lost and unfelt
My tears fall silently into this great expanse, mingling
They are all for you
Raindrops tell dry soil
Why the clouds melt
Tears drown the heart's pain unfelt.
I often sit here waiting,
on days when words won’t come
To chase the thoughts now fleeting,
their messages on the run
These days I sit impatient,
as I wonder to myself
Are time and memory draining,
—precious moments left unfelt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Twas once a time you stole my heart,
then Laura stole it back
Through all those years our hearts on fire,
she waited and she sat
She hoped one day our lives would part,
to never meet, as then…
Her voice so soft cried through the night,
“I want you back again
You need to promise this time,
that you’ll never leave me cold
And even if you dally forth,
as your Muse she will behold
I heal you of this tragic drought,
you brought upon yourself
And give you back the future-past,
in a present now unfelt”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Note: My Poetic Muse (Laura) takes me back after 5 years of writing prose ....
When words were just my better half,
I had no fear to have a laugh.
I wrote the lines of your grace,
I drove your soul by my mace..
You left me by the fallen dune
And songs of mine were just a tune..
The solemn teasing of desire
I had burnt by the fire…
I saw you, amidst the train, again
Prophet beauty, she, had slain;
You loved her, more than love
She was your gift from above..
I mourned over your wounded soul
I told you of my own patrol,
We smiled, we cried, together felt,
The rush for passion and death of guilt;
I thought of you, you thought me
Like the thoughts were used to be..
But
Maybe a Man, you are the best
‘Gullible fool!’, you’re just a guest,
In my world; Such a shame
You are nothing, but a name!
Blind you were, when we were close
So, I loved the thorns, not the rose:
The bird in me had told me so
“Spread your wings, and just let go..”
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