Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Lost

So apparently, what poetic skills I have, only seem to surface when things are REALLY good or REALLY bad.  This one is no exception.  Another fun poem from my younger days....Enjoy!



Lost


 a poisoned black dagger
embedded in my ignorant spine.
my only strength pours…
from a would unprotected.
a wound thought never to be reopened.
my adversary…
a temptress.
her seduction
warm…
sweet…
bliss.
her annihilation will be my atonement
for listening to unwanted advice.
scintillating nightmares
thin the mist of my past
my protective coat of arms.
her relentless desecration…
an experienced ruse.
my darkest desires
unexpectedly fulfilled.
fantasies dance around me
mocking me.
my shattered glass past
slipping through my bleeding hands…
unmistakably lost.
my true love
devoured by a pack of hungry wolves.
I gasp for control…
long gone.
missing every touch
I listen for spoken words
sounds of a voice seemingly forgotten.
undecided doubts cloud my emotions
scattered on a letter…
unsent.

Sacramental Compass

A poem written long ago, during a time when I lost my way.  


Sacramental Compass


Delusional secrets
of a scribbling pen rampant with desire…
and purpose.
my sacramental compass
broken by unwanted temptations…
consequences of a young maturity.
my heart not in its right mind.
the truth…
 a distant memory.
corrupted by lust and jealousy
unsought paths foolishly taken…
time and again.
my will dissolved
by conceptual beauty,
known but accepted…
gullibility at its best.
with her apathetic smile
my reality draws near and
confusion sets in.
my thoughts suddenly clouded
my emotions powerless as I lose control…
and my happiness.