There was once a heart that beat in this chest. Strong and brave fearful of only heartache and loneliness. Then came the darkness. It chased the living and dead from my sides. Clear fields of nothing but darkness for all that could be seen. The nothing was everything and everything nothing just the darkness and I, until you joined me. Eachday as my sun would rise I’d wake to find you there. Then when the demons pulled me deeper you still came for me, found me under the rubble of my past and forgave, cleansed me of guilt and offered a waybout of the darkness…
Then came the end both silent and swift. They took your hand right before me as i lay in waste and wanten confusment, lost in the misunderstanding and half truths id conceived pure to only to find bound in lines so old they ment nothing. Proof of fault and guilt bubbled from lips once cherished and I saw your crown fall to the ground of your lovers lovers lover and I choose not to play. For once in my life I’m not wrong but this burdensome choice comes again with an even greater loneliness. As the ring gets smaller; Time and I have a fickle love as he reminds me that this shell is only borrowed bones to which the lease is near due. And I remind he that time is not me nor bound to it shall I be. Ah yes dear boy so it is that you can see. But never the less this flesh belongs to me.
There was a whisper In the wind once with your name upon it.
But it seems to have settled amongst the tall grass where the children used to play.
Such a bright light as you found me. So far down in the darkness alone, but with only the smallest candle of hope. With patience and tender care i climbed from the darkness one horrific night eternal night at a time.
How careless of you to break my heart. Does a crown of thorns not hurt upon ones burdened back of laborous day in and day, oh tarnished and tired we must be of the game to once again face our deeds undone or forever hold our snaked tongue.
Quite….. Oh silence such quizzical thoughts..be.. Absence does not make the heart grow founder it makes it wander and hide like a fogetten child. Broken souled warrior left beaten and half dead forevermore to walk this penatent mans leg race to hell. Whilst bodies feeble and weak crumble under the weight of your actions… Sighs….. deeply, the sea of remorse and poetic endings. Of flowers and wishes and misspent kisses of forget me nots and little pink roses……
Ode to spring fairies trapped in winters heart.
* please pardon the ramblings of a poetic painter as this was written in one sitting flash word vomit im done.
There are so many distractions in this world. Cars,buses and crowded sidewalks. Cell phones and wifi reaching world wide. Everything made important when often honestly though upsetting will have no real impact upon my or your lives. Yet we take it all in and let our subconscious mind work it all out.. No wonder everyone has some “thing” wrong with them. Really, I’m in self judgment here too if anything so no worries. With kids, life, work life,home life, social life 😂😂 you get my point….. Peoples are busy..So hold the F up and breathe slow gentle and deep breathes. Think of your favorite flower. Its curve and form. Its bouquet and gentle nuance.
In the land of flowers I’ve know many. Some classic and regal as the deepest rose while others as delicate as the morning dew. From the exotic to the erotic so many to choose from. For me there will always only be one. One true perfect flower. She is delicate yet strong and resilient. Simple but with the grace and ellagence of a dancer. For this to me is “Simple Beauty”
I will not use my human voice today.
For i have nothing good to say. I’ve written of heartache and woeful woes. Told tales bodies broken and a mind so lost in itself it wanders between flickers of light and colours you can’t even see.
I will not speak today because of the evil that betrays my heart. The childish desires of home and family lost. I told myself never to want again after she left and after i left or they left or you left… At this point they’ve all gone havent they? More lost than found these days in love and bloodlines. This heart breaks under uncertainty and stories half told. Truths complicated by tears of denial and absent mindedness of acceptable behaviour. Such is life of wounded warrior. I never ment to do bad, i was just to lost to ask for help so here i will lay in this self-made coffin of nails and weep wiith the angels one kadt time before this darkness consumes me whole. Take no pity for these words of folly and pretense are but the making of mad man whos heart is lost in time, in love and bloodlines.