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Robert Rosales Poem
What lies before us is not always certain,
This world is full of obstacles and branching paths that we could have never imagined
Our plans are set in stone, forthright and true,
Then along comes chance and our love anew.
Confused and trodden becomes our focus,
Our plans and certainness all but tarnished
What is this epiphany that fate has spoken?
Are morality and conviction to be broken?
Eyes exchange glances and hearts begin to race,
Time has stopped and is now our servant,
Passion takes hold but could it be real,
Could this person truly feel what I feel?
A body warm and full of affection,
A face that God emulated ‘perfection’,
A touch so soft to ease flurried emotion,
A hold so captivating to enchant devotion,
A kiss that makes all the angles in heaven stop and stare,
A kiss that somehow makes this world worth it,
A kiss that shows that souls persist,
A kiss to show me love exists.
Reality snaps back and we look upon our created wreckage,
What we have done and morals we have shaken,
Existing upon this planetary system,
Are our man made codes and laws of action,
But how small and minuscule upon the greater picture,
Are these moral obligations to what could be true heartfelt passion?
I know how I feel and I know what I want,
And I know it hurts you to think of your loss,
Sometimes loss is the greater good,
As when a forest burns to ash for the greater good,
Rebuilt and strong it becomes renewed,
My forest is gone and waiting for you,
To become something greater then I could have ever imagined,
To be the love that I always wanted,
Feel my heart and how it beats for you,
You are the life that makes my world true.
What does your heart tell you?
I only hope you listen.
Copyright © Robert Rosales | Year Posted 2009
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Robert Rosales Poem
Who am I?
I’m sure this is a question we all ask ourselves from time to time.
What’s my purpose what reasons do I have to carry on and what is good in my life.
I find myself asking these questions everyday.
I feel lost, I feel as though my life has somehow detoured.
Like a train who’s tracks were suddenly switched,
Careening down a path that I do not know.
I feel like some outsider to my own life.
As If I am watching myself and my actions from somewhere above.
I try to understand morality, conviction, loyalty.
But somehow, I just can’t grasp it.
I can’t understand these ideas and concepts.
I realize the things I do are considered wrong and odd.
But by whom? Who are these people that condemn me?
Who are these people that set up these boundaries and restrictions?
Society? History?
I don’t understand them. I know what I feel and what I feel like doing.
It doesn’t always make since but how else are we suppose to live.
Are we not suppose to act on our baser instincts in order to truly experience life?
Whether it be for better or not.
I would like to be able to conform, and to live a simple non complex life as others.
Free of the constant wrenching of right and wrong.
But that’s not me.
I’ve done horrible things, unloyal, unforgivable, unimaginable things.
But haven’t we all?
I would like to think that many are like me but I begin to believe they simply are not.
I want the world around me to understand me to adjust to me.
It will never happen.
Shunned and ashamed I fear I will cower away into nothingness.
What purpose is their then?
What meaning to an existence so depreciated?
I don’t have any answers,
But I will go on.
I will wake up everyday to this black and white world.
If only one day to see it as hazy and discolored as I see myself everyday.
Copyright © Robert Rosales | Year Posted 2009
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Robert Rosales Poem
Let go of all you love and learn to accept that all will be lost in time.
Receive whatever kindness is lucky enough to come your way;
Pay it back tenfold.
Don't fear eternal damnation,
Nor accept the mortality we live that is sewn with the ambiguity of our masters.
When you find purity and innocence do all you can to defend it.
Stand by with a smile and watch this world tear itself apart.
Time shall equalize us all.
Copyright © Robert Rosales | Year Posted 2009
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