An empty room.
Its walls hinting at
possibilities
that were not to be.
My hollow self,
emptied of desire;
existing only as coal
on a bed of diamonds.
An emotional cruise
on a distraught sea.
Ships of black sails
transporting me
through the jungles
of frozen destruction.
Where are our plans?
Where are our solutions?
They were words spoken
by people who will
not caress the torture
of the future
SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL
SHORT AND SWEET BUT MOST OF ALL, SIMPLY TRUE.BLESSINGS AND LIGHTS HERVE X
Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.
ah and yet just beyond such
ah and yet
just beyond
such a stifling empty room
so draped in such disillusionment
stands glorious hallways
meandering through
an array of brightly inexhaustible possibilities
it's the fearful heart
that keeps the eyes downcast
in far more fortuitous moments
of personal repast
daring not to see the sparkle
of all that could be again
if fear regret doubt and despair
themselves were not so steadfast
in the saluting of their stance
not only grow the eyes to see
the actual bridges being offered
but master the trade itself that's needed
to paint your soul a better path
to a future worth having
those are the keys you can make
for yourself today
to help you unlock the pain
of what once was
and move on
like to quote that so beloved
old 70's song
Switching To Glide
'So To Best Abandon The Gloom'
(Nov. 2, 2010 1009pm)
I enjoyed reading a personally chosen patch work collage of your poetry thank you for sharing. I hope this poem of my own was not too forward. I've had a tendency all my life to talk back so how could I be any different in poetry? I enjoyed the various samples of your talent in which I was afforded the time to acquaint myself with. Your style is inspirational as well as inviting pleae keep on sharing with all of us here at Post Poems,. Sincerely Melissa Lundeen...........
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