A Poets Suppose would like to wish all the Moms all over the world a Happy Mothers Day!!!
I miss staying up trying to find the truth we kept inside i miss pretending them saying our worth was in a book of lies that truth never ever chose to despise but i wish in this sea of saying someone would realize that all the myths that honor gifts to the treacherous and lecherous spies i don’t want your gifts i read all your myths and your tainted cries yet your tears only shield what forever after meant to reveal my intent is not to show but reveal that as far as we think we go we only go as far as what we believe that is real…
There is an understanding between those who share experiences it can be as deep as those who take blood oaths or some other social connecting entity that binds you to infinity, but what it could also be is just some silly crazy reason for your you to become weirdly close enough to my metaphorically I that somehow soulful cosmic you what you pretend to know cosmically know doesn’t mean that the world will be the same when you …
remember or pretend I am not sure when you will be reading this reason to comprehend.
The things we hold sacred have been lost to the matrix; blue pill or red. We have all been misled. Silence will not save us, long been sold, long been bred but they now no longer need us – read the book of the dead. So they wonder while we wait, what will become of our fate in the land of milk and honey what will they do without no money? How do we watch the world decay and pretend it’s the only way? If you knew the truth of what life meant would you take the blue anyway?
how do i please thee
so easily blue
so quick to eruption
yet painfully true
her heart bares a silence
that is soulfully new
how did i become the fool
fought so long to find favor
what i found was a friend
one to laugh at all my anger
not as mockery
but to show the hypocrisy
of that which i had cursed
for in my misery
she would cling to me
while convincing me
of my worth
so i thank her with my verse
and as a poet that is my death
all the flesh and blood that I have left…
I Thank You
Remembering the moment when our eyes met, our souls touched we kissed in each others silence for the very first time neither of us knowing that this would be the bliss that we all but missed our first times around. As we wonder back in time broken hour glass sublime trampled tulips spring to mind as our hearts begin to find space to regenerate and combine beating rhythmically through time…if only i would have said hello
It defers emotion as a means of protection,
Bound by the lack of honesty and trust,
Weary of the deepest commitments
Afraid to expose what makes it special,
Its surrounded by skepticism and doubt,
Always in search of the next disappointment,
Unable to be forthwith and aloud,
It hides while whispering lies to itself.
A guarded heart will never learn anew,
for it holds fast to what has already past,
difficult to convince that it too deserves to be free,
Free from a contemptuous virtue,
And uninhibited from the untruths,
But yet it remains caged in the house that it weakens so…and it hides, While whispering lies to itself.
A guarded heart wants desperately to love,
To give, receive, and commit to what feels right,
It believes in true love but knows pain oh too well,
Misguided by hearts that before weren’t genuine,
The guarded heart is confused and lonesome,
It longs for a partner to prove its faithfulness,
Alas, it hides still, whispering lies to itself.