Her Part 2

Now that you want me

You cannot have me back again

Because of them

The Pendulum

The clock keeps ticking

Unwritten time goes by

And soon so does your heart.

A moth flies against an old grandfather clock

And love is too late as I stare at the pendulum swinging into the darkness of the unknown void

The Empty House

A house once stood upon a dreary cold and dark hill

It was near the edge of damnation and now it is a wasteland full of books that were written in and some left open.

Books of my life and books I have read

Books full of regret

Books full of lost love

Books full of the things I had and had not done…..

A storm hit and now it lies foggy and unable to find.

I looked into the house before the fog had hit and found my books rotting in spite of all I had done

You were there and you were so angry that you threw one at me

You said finally you didn’t love me.

O how I wanted you.

O how I cherished your heart.

But you invaded my space and left my house with torn and battered books.

Leave me alone for my heart is an empty household full of nothingness

And now I will only remember what love and Spring was like

But then without these books I will forget

What love had felt like and how the seasons encased you.

And especially the gentle breeze that holds you to me

And I’ll be your memory…..

To forget.

An Open Book

Your mind is an open book

And every chapter; I would like to read.

But your mind tends to wander;

And your pages are gone with the wind.

And my love for you is gone away.

Now my mind tends to wander,

And I am just an open book that people write in and although the chapters are adventurous and exciting there was

No

Love

The Pathways To Your Soul

Show me the path to your soul because I love you and do not be shy or scared

Of the lonesome seas that long to hold you

And the seasons that long to embrace your pure heart and loving, loyal heart, body and soul….

Please give me the keys to your soul, the clues to your path-winding mind, and please break the walls you love to your heart.

Scars

I used to believe you were more beautiful than I

But beauty goes away so very quickly

And the pain does not stop for anyone.

Quickly like the painted tattoos on your body,

I ran to you but you didn’t show.

Who was I to you and who was I to think that you could love me without knowing the touch of my lips; my breath all over your body???

Quietly like the wind I felt I could not breathe and again that was it.

I couldn’t love you.

Like the painted tattoos all over my body

I was scarred

Forever

The Dreamer

I’m tired of being so fucking weak. I used to think to myself that I didn’t care who you loved because deep down inside I thought you loved me.

But I’m just a dreamer who fell asleep and woke up on the wrong side of reality.

Some dreamer who just spoke of irrationality beyond my control.

And I guess things were never meant to last….

Darkness From Light

My love, you seek the darkness while I seek the light.

My lover,

We’ve only just become to begin as one.

You shine like the moonlight going deeper into the spaces of your lonely room only to dream.

I shining like the sun smile on your darkness and I say to you “fool!”

“Your darkness is what keeps you from dreaming because in reality you shine like the sun.”

But of course he told me,

“I seek the unknown. Dare to dream.”

“But of course I dream, but how will you ever see the darkness without light?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

He had asked.

“The light of the sun you see, it reflects the moonlight to light your way. In order to see darkness you must know the light. I have seen the ugliness in you. That is your darkness and I fall in love with you each and every time.”

Gone

As I always was

You will remember me

No matter how far

Because when I am gone; you

Won’t see me ever again

Dreams

He loved me the way nobody else did

And when he looked at me….

He felt he could do anything.

His heart was mine.

So were his thoughts.

The perverse way he’d wish to think of me lying next to him.

The way he wanted to think about me was what I’ve always thought about.

How he wished to hold me.

How life would go by slowly without me as he had looked out his window to my old home.

And he way he wrote

I love you

And there.

There was a boy I loved.

But that was just a dream.

And just knowing that you can forget all that in one hour of a second,

Reminds me.

It is a reminder that dreams are in your sleep.

The Sender

I loved you more than

you loved yourself but you could

not send your love back.

Monsters and Saints

“Are monsters troubled?”He asked me.

“Why should you ask dear?”

I asked my nephew.

“Because monsters eat people and by doing that they kill them!”

He was my little squeaker-mouse.

I hugged him and said.

“Do you know about saints?”

“Yeah.” He said.

“They’re the guys in the Bible.”

I pulled him to the side and told him quietly.

“Every saint had their troubles. Some were troubles they couldn’t confess to their own heart driven mad by society….”

Years after, my nephew never wanted to talk to me again.

I wrote him a letter.

I am now in the army.

But the people I killed were on another man’s orders.

That’s what makes a man a man, but surely the saints will hear me and pray for the time when God shall judge me.

My Nourishment....

I do love you. I do. You nourish my soul and my heart forever; always.I think of you when I want the darkness, but remnants of your smiling face and sad eyes make my day the happier.

one day I hope you’ll propose to me….

one day….

Monsters - A Haiku

I call all you loved

by God. You are all monsters;

But I am so too.