Doubt ~ A lyric poem

Helpless ~
Realized on the sense of doubt ~
Instilling fear.

Hope ~
Lapses into the abyss of unknowing ~
Deaf to hear (my voice):
Numb to feel (my touch):
Scared to dream.

Love ~
Hesitant to trust without oath:
Slighted in its honesty.

Shame ~
(How can my love not be enough?)
Accepting its mine.
Knowing that time is
Our only reprieve:
Our only chance to believe:
Our only light.

Breath ~
(Struggling for air)
Held tight...

~ Helpless.

Solitaire - a poem

A tear ~ solitaire:
Faint whispers of loneliness
Echo as it falls.

Rebirth - a poem of hope

Desire sparks effulgent in a memory not yet created
And a persistent ache echoes with the intensity
of its anticipated passion.

An ache ~ brought to life by the urgency of two souls
Eagerly attempting to sustain their thirst:
To quench the hunger that drives their appetite to
heights of celestial bliss;
Cresting on a cloud of surreal eroticism
~ igniting faith.

And in the depths of expectancy,
With nourishing awareness seizing the moment of intimacy,
A mending heart grasps the thread of unrestraint
~ risking rebirth.

Neverending Questions (a quatrain poem)

Shattered dreams resonate within her mind,

Filling her heart with hate;

knowing that prayers are too late

and nothing can change her fate......

I am angry...

I am so very angry right now. And there is no one that I can attack; no one that do anything about my anger. But it is there. And it is fierce; and it hurts.

So many others have felt this pain; have felt this helplessness. And still there are no answers; no reasons why.

No cure.

And the tears that fall do nothing more than reinforce the anger, and their tracks make my heart bleed even more......


A Fine Line Between Denial & Anger

Spidery veins of carnivorous black
stab into my flesh, burning in their path....
Charring my skin, boiling my blood
and all the while tendrils of denial
feign ignorance.....

Why?
All the while, asking why?

Tossing a coin into the fountain of youth,
it's only one life in deaths "grand design".....
But its my life, and
not that of the virus nibbling away in eager anticipation
of yet another casualty....

....and I am not ready to concede!

Who are you to place coins over
innocent eyes of allegiance?
Do I disappoint?

Well, Fuck You!

Naive Wisdom - a poem

Broken promises lie scattered at my feet; an aching fills my empty heart.
Hopes which once were firmly grasped, lies have ripped apart.

Unanswered questions invade my mind; seeking answers never to find.
I close my eyes in anxious vain: never to trust again.

Naivete begets wisdom.

WASHED HANDS - a poem of youth

Lollipop kisses (sticky sweet) impress their nectar upon your whiskered cheek:
Your hand absently wiped away their adolescent aftertaste.

Despondent arms; outstretched for a reassuring (pretentious) hug
Grasp only the stale air of your indifference breathed upon my naively upturned face:
Smothered in incognizance.

Does it mystify?

That I have excommunicated myself from your well rehearsed pleasantries?

Your hypocritical attempts to condone justification of your displaced loyalty

simply compounds the situation.

Your bed is not mine to lie in; your rules no longer mine to follow.

Perhaps now you will be the one to recite fairytales on feather-filled pillows

as silent tears cascade down self erected barricades, puddling by your cheek...

Pray you never hear the lone hoot owl as he waits impatiently by your grave...