Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sex, Love And Drugs

/ Thursday, August 18, 2011 /

There were tears
There were those moments where blood covered the wounds
Those internally scarred emotions hidden
Smiles showed only what was supposed to be
While the reality was pure Hell wrapped in tattoos and vodka
Shot glasses tossed into walls as a drunken rage
Led to red spotted walls and stupors into tomorrow
The morning breakfast fills the room with an aroma
That momentarily guided the attention from the swollen joints
To the perception of a perfect day
Far away lying in a ditch of wishes
Souls intertwined through love clash as titans
As Aphrodite appears every blue moon until Ares blasts through the body’s temple
That was raw emotion
It was the steady flow of passion that made the fists so powerful
Leading to a heart beating rapidly repeatedly
The sweat burns the scratches but feeds the moment
Two lovers disappearing in time
Closing their eyes imagining the memories replaying in their memory
Brains shut down as a colossal misjudgment allows a diehard bond
Never belonging in the same region cupid forces the reunion
Half praise, half nays no explanation is given
The rhythm of the pulse keeps him and her aware of the time
Clocks aligned on a wall meant for photos
But the wallpaper dwells beneath pretend happiness and faulty appreciation
That was raw emotion
Sitting in the corner rocking and wondering
Comparing love to the comedic relief on the movie screen
Not realizing that no love story ends with winners
Losers stem from the mentally abusive aspect of it all
She bleeds as he needs to define the purpose and refine the structure
No one can bless a union so filled with hate and anger
God tries to push them apart
And while they strain to remain they spontaneously combust
Into a force of redemption and excuses
Feeling less than nothing the numbness allows continuance
The rawest hand ever dealt
Far after they’re long gone
We point and wonder
Wish and hope
Miracles and Dreams
The reality of a nightmare.


Pursuit of Happiness

/ Monday, August 15, 2011 /

I crave the air you breathe so that I may become higher than those around me.
You are blessed with the credence of spirituality and the tenacity of love.
Striking my heart’s chords with the same thumbs that brush my hair out of my face
I looked into your eyes for the first time last night
Really looked
I saw the inner makings of a miracle in the VIP lounge of heaven
Promoted by God’s graces neverending with kisses and love for the ages
I spoke to you
Through my mind’s eye creeping into your bedroom
Your bed, your sheets
The feeling of warmth as glaring eyes increasingly open to what’s really happening
Am I in love
That can never be
Love was never meant for those who didn’t believe in the existence of glory
Fate was only made for those with a craving curiosity of the future
Believing in the power of the present does not allow the consistency of emotion
Therefore I sit back and watch as everyone pours out their heart
Their souls resting comfortably on their sleeve
Never dawning on me that mine’s has been caught in an emotional rapture
Smiles come easier without lying to the only one who can truly tell the difference
Yet mines are forced and pushed the forefront of a rock hard persona
That keeps me from being broken
But keeps me from pursuing happiness
A beautiful smile comes from a place of faith and resurrection
A soul at peace
A heart broken and mended
A love untamed

 
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