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Featured Writer Darrell Rose from Texas…
Who am I now this lonely man bent to the point of break,
willing to share his soul, yet existing in such loneliness, for none are found who would receive it?
Set aside for the busier matters of others live’s,
I struggle in my search for that quiet reassurance I once knew in the reassuring arms of my love,
knowing I belonged amongst shared dreams and purpose.”
| Year Posted 2019 |
Source – PoetrySoup
“When the demons of hell send out their call – do they mention you by name?
Are you fearful in their presence -or do you love to play their game?
Do they come because they haunt you – or because you invite them in?
Are you the end result of hell- or from where it all begins?
I hate this world for all its lies and the twisted tales of truth
I despise the rules and all the lies I was preached to in my youth.
They push all of my buttons and act surprised when I get mad
They have no idea the rage
and the hatred that I’ve had
For all of those bastards who impose their foolish rules
And for all of their followers who listen to these fools
Who are they to tell me right -or demand some dues to pay
Fuck them and their dumb ass games
cause I’m not gonna play.
I’ve been knocked down, pushed around and had my share of strife
You’ll never see me on my knees
as I walk this path of life
I’ll stand up tall and bear the load
of all that I must face
I’ll suffer through this wretched world
with honor, poise, and grace
Don’t waste your breath informing me
Of how their rules apply
They can ram those up to their puckered hole
that never sees the sky
So hold onto your asses now
and expect no sympathy
You’ve shown me no kindness
so expect the same from me”
| poetrysoup.com | Year Posted 2019 |
” My Love “
“My Love, my Hope, my Goddess there can be no words formed by mortal lips sufficient to proclaim the glory which lived in me the season your love bloomed so completely within my life. My words are no more than foolhardy attempt to exhault the Devine path by which you carved your name so deftly and completely upon my heart and my soul. I consider it shameful, no sinful, I should allow this simple mind attempt to weave a bouquet of eloquence with mere words, yet I know the far greater sin would allow such miraculous glory go unstated. If only the floral palette of majestic poets could flow from this tongue ….. oh the loss sacrificed by said meager attempt… yet stumble forward I must in order to avoid that greater stated sin.
You, my love, are the breath that raised me up, restored my life and gave me hope. Your heartbeat the fountain of salvation which sprung forth the cleansing flow, washing my wretched loneliness away. An eternity and more I waited alone yet in one moment was comforted by the tender provision of your love and your grace. Gentle kisses restored my sight, my hope, my dignity, and my life. Tears flow unceasingly when I live again in the memory of kisses so softly laid upon my face. Do know now that those kisses linger still with such sweet recall…….oh such Ecstasy! What did you see in me that you extend your hand, softened your heart and showered me with the radiance of your love?
How could one as Devine as you find a reason to lift me up, yay find solace in me? Yes you, I, we touched and in doing so forever became one. I alone being the missing flesh which made you whole as you for me. Violin and bow played with such passionate majesty. Strings not, but delicate fibers pressed together that in their passing the joyful groan of pleasured resistance might strike that magical climatic note bringing us both to worldly ecstasy. Exploring, touching and searching every fiber we found that perfect pitch, tone, and harmony resonating within one-another.
Pleasure is pleasure and pain is pain and what of now my love?
But now, now my love, now, oh at the pain which has entrapped and engulfed me in totality. Damn the memory of ecstasy that it be followed by such crushing darkness. The very love that sang to the heavens now has ripped our souls and destroyed our hearts, souring us from those heavenly highs. How far did we fall as I turned due to duty, yea responsibility?
Tormented how oft did you cry foul, I have left you standing in tears. Did your eyes see only a weaver of lies? The loss,,, my god the loss, the truths I swore are still true now but known not to you, no longer to you. In time ago I held your body so close to mine, stared into your eyes, eyes I see still without escape, and proclaimed undying love. Eyes, the haunting beauty, and vacuumous windows through which I saw the perfection of your soul. Forgive me. Forgive me. Through streaming tears, I beg to forgive me.
Ignorance was mine, failure was mine. Unescapable duty was mine. That weight not transferable. The words I whispered now in vain, the tenderness exchanged for pain but the proclamation of love still standing in truth. Oh, my sorrow that you know it not. Did you believe my path was lite, I cared not bout the destruction of regained life? Now a broken man but you know nothing of the scar burned forever into my heart, nor I of yours I fear.
The world shall never hear the words that color my love for you, words born from the river of loss, will never flow from my lips for in doing so they expose the true measure of what we were and thus confess the totality of what I had, we had, we were meant to be. To say the things that are buried so deep only giving you hope and prolonging your pain, neglecting the truth, no longer a path for us to share. Oh, the wretched world that you would see such a loss and not weep openly, halting time and rebirthing what should have been. Oh wretched world, oh wretched me for once again I walk alone.”
| Year Posted 2017, 2019 |
Source – PoetrySoup