Sadness
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Within one life of prior viewing,I once could see beautyBefore myself, with all its liveliness.I once saw a woman with darkest hair and darkest eyes,I once saw herself adorned in garments of black,I once saw her in pallid skin, readied for kisses.And I see myself now, painted in a mask,Of defeat and grief. How has…
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What was love without the blame, again?A lash upon my own backFrom me, my own slave-master.I defeat myself,Blame myself,Writhe in the guilt of disappointment.And I see my tears fallingWithout a say to where they land. What was love without the coil,The constriction?The restriction,From life with sharp wings? What was love in all its devouringOf my…
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I will live,Though, how can I breathe? How can I start a fire,A flameIn this heart of mine,Without the glance that brought me life? How can I state any moment of happiness,In the most genuine of words,Without what is needed,To keep me down? What finger will be placedUpon my blistered lips? What pair of eyes…
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Love all, when I call,You, to the furthest cliffs,And say, that you will stay,To speak true words, of no dismay.People seem, and also scream,To force cues,To force signs,To places full of danger,Will you be the one, to fulfill,The only one, who has become still? Your beauty is where I mark unknowns,To a center I say…
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Dawn on me,Your shade of comfort,In my place of great sorrow.Hellish disdain,Among great pain,Has left me open,To the option, of having you near.And you are what is called,“Believable”. A great love, has left its mark,Upon a heart, fleeing in dark.A notion I’ve made clear,Under stars so bright and cruel,That I’ve seen plains full of flame,And…
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Your kind face sends a path for my awakening,I slept a breathless sleep.Beneath myself,Over myself.You have the world before yourself,And I have seen it, in my worst fears.You have a face, full of light,And I have two eyes, full of fright.What is worse, my lady in distress?The place I’ve made vacant next to you,Or the…
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Beloved, to describe what is before me,Would perhaps offer me,What to me, craves the plenty –The multiple aspects to your beauty.And as I sit before you, and before my gaze,Towards your marvelous captivity,You show to moon and star,A gaze full of idle awakeningTo what thumps a rhythm in your golden heart,Broken away, are those fragments…
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We’ve grieved a number of times, Enough to starve ourselves of woes and goodbyes, Enough so that we’ll yearn to stay in arms and sighs, With faces marred by tears and excessive pleas Upon that which humanity has come to see, A love of our own, open and wide. I am in love with a…
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We are makers,Of truest intent.Never as disbelievers,To the whole state of our truth,We are sharp deceivers,When unleashing the bitterest tears,But, as lovers, we are stark beautyUpon waves of highest elevation. I am in disbelief for your majesty,And so, I go to embrace you,While a crown of barbs girdles your head,Each laced with the most fragrant…
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Hope is a well that springs eternally the warmth of possibility. Though, for each individual possibility, there should be a guide so that further loss is not eventual, and never inevitable. A leader, that is, should reassure the sorrowful that there is greater light than such a hopeless one can ever consume, to fill whatever…
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In all my imagining,While haunting memory is the musicTo my mind in its longing,I find myself to view a paintingThat shows the curves of a naked woman,While her lips are reddenedBy the blood offered in my hands.Would I reach to kiss? I desire the wine, next,For a mask is only a shapeTo what has gaped…
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Sweet darling,I am not the Devil I take me for,A paranoid wad of feces,Has become my mind,I face the future with a blank stare,As idleness caresses my hands. Fear is my only betrayal,To this woeful heart.I wish to care, and to accompanyEach tear that descends,From each of your delicate cheeks.Beloved beauty! I am here. As…
Modern Romanticism 