Category: man, love, poem, poetry

This reality feels like sawdust,
Of a home I shaped,
In my dreams.

The mild fragrance of old flowers,
Cruising over my sentience,
Since long, long, long,
Lay today,
Thin like lacquer,
Shinning with cynical dirt, and
Acoustic accusations of a
Remembered silence, passed down the ages;
Colorless quotient,
Of divided demands.

Faces that once,
Helped me sleep,
Why do they now, keep me awake?
How the stories that kept me warm,
Now leave me cold,
On this new day?

Far too far,
This road has leapt,
Away from the walls I memorized well,
And now no window hails my call,
The city has sailed,
Is all they say.

Why when I sit,
To ponder over the mysteries of the world,
Do I become one,
Myself!
Is it the world’s way of saying,
That a question cannot answer itself?

Gentle are the men who know of the world in simpler terms.

For how far can we propose to buy time,
When every penny we spend,
Buy us back, with double the price,
And half a thought.

I

I hold no flavored thought,
Like warm hands around my head,
It’s the morning of yesterday,
My body lies still in bed,
I feel the folding silk, falling soft satin,
I hear the wall clock murmur, murmur in latin,
There’s quiet to the point of loud,
Then a ringing, ringing cloud,
A gentle, gentle tapping,
Of the God slowly clapping,
In an aged, acted wonder,
At all my floating blunder,
I turn to dwell as lumber,
Drift into the dead- like slumber,
Where the sky dances pure white,
Kissing new twilight.

II

There are footsteps upon the stair,
Rising up in a pair,
And shadows on the floor,
Ears breathing through the door,
Then my name on fingertips,
Rainfall of petaled lips,
Nectar upon my neck,
Sunshine for my sake,
So I open my eyes to morn,
Like a bowl of reasons born,
Rising to feel my feet,
Come victory, come defeat.

You name me fallen star,
For my dust divine,
I am just a lump of stone,
From the circle nine.

The streets were damp from the rain,
The streets were damp from the rain,
The streets were damp from the rain,
Even when he was happy,
Even when he was in pain,
The streets were damp from the rain,
The streets were damp from the rain.

Here I stay in silence,
No words to mar my mind;
Standing in a hall of mirrors,
Being completely blind.

Fossil eyed!
Beyond breathless tides, wordless lies,
Come find me on the other shore of irony,
And ask me; Why can’t you answer.

Put simply;
I desire no more than I get,
And that is how I tell my fate.

I took my dreams,
And turned them to dust,
There were consequences,
I needed to survive first.
Needless to say,
It worked like a charm,
I bought an ox,
I bought a farm.
Day and night,
All I did was till,
It’s biting weight,
I feel it still;
When my parents sleep on the ground,
When my friends calls me fool,
When my children eat stitches,
When I take them to school.
How must I decide,
Which reason to give,
There are so many to blame,
And to listen, so few,
Could I even speak,
With my so broken voice,
Will it suffice to tell,
That I had no choice.
That I took my dreams,
And turned them to dust,
There were consequences,
But I needed to survive first.