Secrets

Those words all stuck inside my head
lie in a book beside my bed.

Not all are truth I must admit,
masquerade of folly and wit.

Secrets of the lessons learned,
secrets that I should have burned.

Love affairs i've never had,
in solemn painfulness I clad

When it comes time, for truth be told,
by a heart so clean and cold...

it's likely then, that i'll be old.
my life be spent and all but sold...

The book will come, soft and bold
and speak of secrets all untold.

Poetry only rhymes in motion, 

like crested waves upon the ocean.

I wonder how long I will endure to see, 

this evidence that is all but me... 

Inferno

The plundering of my soul
is no secret, listless grieving
The pleasure of my suffering
for your expensive teething

No frustrations will you bear,
I'm the eclair of your delight
Exaggerate your folly,
as you fuck me up all night

Forgiveness is a foothold,
to some amazing grace
But for freedom from this internal war,
there has to be a place...

Breakup

The stars are blinking, ever winking, thinking of that one goodbye.
He came to me out of the blue, i loved him too, out of the gray blue sky.

Lifting laughter, from the rafters, all tucked in the yellow hay.
The floating dust, a ring of trust, caressed in the sunset of the day.

And in the evening when we kissed, quietly, silently in the mist,
the vile dark mist, i might have missed, the lack of luster in his kiss.

And in the grass as we reclined, neither to speak of the feeling implied.
The dying tide, a warning sign, the dawn now seemed so far behind

Lying there among the dew, i asked his eyes, if love was true.
I waited in the pools of blue, waiting, watching for a clue.

Those seeking eyes began to rise, i followed them up to the skies.
Then i knew, and then it grew, that boys like him, don't compromise.

Is physical attraction subjective or objective?

Ribbon of Red

The music dances
and all romances
have fled this small dark room.

With love in sight
it just feels right
midst the impending gloom.

Heightened reeling,
scented feelings,
we'll humor wine some more.

Beyond your eyes

there may be lies

but that's behind the door.

Eclipsed by light
i'll stay all night
It seems like heavens glow.

And in the dawn
it may be gone
but that's not for me to know.

::
A ribbon of red,
it must be dead.
Don't tell me, but I told you so.

Memories

Nothing foreseen should be a surprise,
A warning sign would be a demise.
Counter play of words and songs,
Love is the game of countless wrongs.

Claiming sense and raptured pride, 
swept in a pattern, it abruptly died.

Crickets

 

I want to die to the sound of crickets

When heaven calls my name.

For the peace of summer and the songs of heaven

Will always sound the same.