Poetry

Bitter Truth

The drops iridescent
on parched lips…

Memories lovingly lent
on solitary trips…

Rays radiant sent
with mischievous tricks…

Your signs what they meant?
Bitter truth drowned in sips…

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Poetry

Laconic Lashings

For alms of calm I pray,

With winds of change I sway,

The night is desolate dark,

Peace shattered by an inhumane bark,

In shrines of broken empty lives,

Fractured fragments continue to thrive,

The chains of seductive sedative thought,

In wrought iron chains impotent brains caught,

Sorry excuses in silent sympathy,

Now rollick around for empathy,

Weakened limbs now buckle down,

Under weight of the world’s crown,

In this afterglow I walk away,

Lest my chaos, lead me astray.

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Seven Sins

Lust

A hurricane strikes;

Thy mind’s fickle forts . . .

Piercing moral barriers; 

Tearing inhibition with wicked strokes . . .

Sucked into the vortex crown;

You willfully pay no heed . . .

Your character’s turrets falling down;

But nothing beats thy mind’s greed . . .

The tornado picks up pace;

With time you sink in disgrace . . .

Lust is what thy folly is;

Adultery written across thy face . . .

Chastity now should be sought;

Perhaps thy can mend thy ways;

The purity now of thy thought;

Can take thee through  lonely days . . .

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Poetry

Be my Valentine my Dear!

Will you be my Valentine my Dear,

Because your No is what I fear . . .

Every night I dream of you,

You are a boon bestowed on few . . .

Your eyes shimmer in the rainbow’s hue,

Your smile fresh like the morning dew,

Your nature gentle like the softest breeze,

You are a goddess, please cease to tease . . .

You saunter by, like Venus herself,

Your hair so dark, I lose myself . . .

Your skin shines, sweet summer sunset,

You lend my soul, unshakeable strength . . .

You make my day, with  a single word,

I hope my pleas are finally heard . . .

Allay my fears, refresh my heart,

Before my countenance falls apart . . .

O my fair maiden, just grant me a wish,

Into togetherness, Into everlasting bliss . . .

Be my Valentine my Dear,

Because your No is what I fear . . .

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Poetry

A Soul’s Rant

On the Gates of Heaven the angels cried,

What brings you forth, child?

My nights were dark, the days bright, he lied,

Let me in, keep my punishments mild.

What were you, man, in life?

The trade, profession, your means to live by,

A humble trade, a loving wife,

Dreams yet unfulfilled, why did I have to die?

Such troubles are behind you now,

As another flesh coat awaits you.

What of my past, how do I bow?

Forgo unfinished tales, get ready to redo.

The cycle continues on,

Like hot summer nights or a cold winters day,

Souls remain lost, most forever mourn,

Don’t we mortals even have a say?

We all are instruments in the Lords hand,

Balanced in pain, in gain, but with no identity, no name,

Little pawns to play with in schemes so grand,

Aren’t we all pieces in this game?

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Notes:

The poem is a dialogue between the angel that guards the gates of heaven and an honorable man that died before his time. Dreams and aspirations were broken, the man still cannot understand the greater forces at work here. While the dialogue continues I try to explore the concept of rebirth and leave  it to the reader’s judgement if death/rebirth cycles are worth going through or simply a chess game for the masters of our fates.

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