Of Lost Love and Faded Sunsets

[iblieve]

I dreamed in poetic landscapes lightening flashes in my mind.
Walking with a poetress youthful steps towards the future.
Hope in abundance, school plans laid in dreamers sequenced thoughts.
Her artistic hands soft, her countenance demure

In her eyes I saw the stars and promises of forever.
In my heart I felt a warmth like a thousand burning suns.
Never saw it coming never felt fate’s claws upon my skin.
Busted for the things I smoked cracks in my dreams begin to run.

She never came to visit not a word of farewell
the apple of my eye fell far from love’s tree.
While I mourned her loss captured in her spell
she took up with my connection, both deserted me.

The old school philosophy keep my lips sewn tight.
Went to do my time heartbroken in darkness cast.
Prison walls do not comfort the artistic soul
realizing my dream were never dreamed to last.

Sitting in my dungeon of despair all alone
time passed ever so slowly towards freedom’s delight.
Each day I sat dreaming of passionate reunions,
but only my demons came to fill me with fright.

Hit the street running down the same old path
old friends and associates came and went.
Re-established my life of luxury only one thing I missed
was her sweet touch once heaven sent.

She came one day, funny how it wasn’t what I’d dreamed.
We talked, walked and share some Columbian gold
but her guilt and my shame mixed like vinegar and oil.
Some times our vices and habits do take their toll.

I never found my way back to the writing life,
the drugs and the good times eating away my brain.
I deserted every dream and left them to rot
while the demons inside slowly drove me insane.

8-29-05

[joel]

I shook a hand of skeleton phalanges:
fleshless, skinless pioneers of out-worked strength;
and as I rattled that dead hand in mine,
I swooned between whose hand was holding which.

Fantastic realism calls up bricks
lain mortar-free in walls of brick-on-brick
above no deep foundation, lain on trust
the situation’s gravity will hold—

but did I build such walls; was mine such trust?
So stands my meditation long and deep—
as holding folded hands I either pray
or lay before the world upon my back.

[~K]

Awesome work gentlemen.


Her lips were yours
to kiss
and wish forever
against.

And you were
surely her creature
beneath the spell
of her flesh.

[seven]

a relatable write. insanity rules the order of chaos

[iblieve]

Thank you joel, "K" and seven, sorry I didn't reply sooner but my marriage and honeymoon has kept me busy, but I am back to share poetry with all of my new friends at studio 8