Love

A heart so badly broken

every beat brings pain

tears that flow are calling

to never fall again

 

scars all on the surface

run deeper than the eye

a wall has formed around it

higher than the sky

 

A brave one sees the tower

and venture in they must

and soon this mighty wall

is nothing more than dust

 

The heart is beating wildly

afraid that it might fall

but the brave one holds it gently

and proves love conquers all

 

Fuse (Hour One)

My fuse has grown short with all this burning.

I am still smoking, a meteor crashed to Earth.

When the end is not the end,

But a gateway into Hell,

What can you do but endure your demons

Until they grow weary with gnawing at your flesh

And say, “You win. The exit is straight ahead and to the right.”

At times I’ve danced with them, found them amusing,

But they would always do something sneaky then,

And prove that we are not friends,

And that they are bent on destroying me.

They are not sentimental.

But then, neither is Kali.

They don’t know that I am she,

And that I will eat them all,

When they least expect it.

the end

they’re coming

she thinks

can’t be sure

so long since she’s seen light

weeks

time drips slowly down here

collecting

into lonesome puddles

she will not be saved

she thinks

the waiting will kill her first

she thinks

anticipation

the dread of uncertainty

she can’t stand it anymore

she says aloud

unlocking the inner door

she says it again

unbolting the outer door

she says it louder

opening the hatch

she screams

I can’t stand it anymore

as she is met with the smother of

darkness

Mornin’

In the mornin’ I get up to face the day,

I never miss the time to pray.

It gives me time to just be still,

And just to be in his will.

To hear his sweet voice in my ear,

to listen and do and be what I hear.

I know each day he’ll be the same,

He never forgets to call my name.

He loves me and he seeks me out,

He makes sure I know what my life is all about!

 

 

Prompt 1 – In The End

He beckoned Me,
In the end.

Time moved slowly
When his hand so tenderly
Took mine.

And the moment,
Was so tender,
I could not help but wonder
If this destruction,
This loss of being,
Were a dream.

But he beckoned
And I followed
And I would soon see
That –

Reality often
Fiction surpasses,
In the end.

Hour One- Endings

ENDINGS

 

Always taking a swipe at me

Aiming for my complacency

For my compliance and my character

Sometimes those endings are minor, simple

A transition from one place to the next

A flow so simple, you barely feel the wave

Your feet gently tickled

As you a take your step.

Sometimes the earth is shattered

All you knew or thought you believed

Is dismantled

Destroyed

Obliterated

Naked and wounded

You are left with the aftermath

A puzzle

An accountability

An inevitably

 

Historically, hauntingly

Your ending transforms

Transmutes

A beginning

The pieces come together

The ruins are swept away

Your challenge apparent

To begin anew.

 

Your ending was just a beginning

 

 

 

A Photograph Poem#1

Capture

Captured moment, capsules in time
Faded memories, that never run dry
The window of the soul, visual eyes
Ink in the wind imprinted in mind.

Gone with the wind promises turned to lies.
Words soaked in an elixir of bittersweet disguise.
Unrequited love and daunting desire.
Forever just a word and never been a prize.

Jaded and tattered for the meantime.
The end of the beginning but still thrive.
Letting go marred the spirit and maimed the soul.
The end is inevitable,
So do I.

1

I want to watch it
with you

The flames in the sky
the fiery sun –
exploding

or

The waves crashing
the liquid ice
overtaking
what’s left of their world

or

The earth shaking
cracked open
ready to swallow
their world

I want to watch it
with you

Their world ending.
Their world.

It was never ours

Hour 01 – The End

A Shrouded Path


In solitude, I roamed a shrouded path
as misty fog devoured every sound,
a victim of my fears and heaven’s wrath.

Deep in my heart dwelt pain, carefully bound,
which drove my feet further into the gray
as if enlightenment could there be found.

I neared a spectral tree and stopped to pray;
for answer there came naught but silent gloom.
In anger, I had cast my faith away.

To lose them both before new life could bloom
Did flood my soul with grief’s poisonous bath.
The silent fog had verified my doom.

Avoiding all the pain my heart now hath,
In solitude, I roamed a shrouded path.