Friday, 21 December 2012
Sunday, 28 October 2012
Sunday, 12 August 2012
Spent
I am spent.
Each petal of the
rose in which my heart should cherish, is nothing more than overlooked
enchantment meant to seduce the bride I will never be.
I have lost my
innocence to friends desires laced with seducing spirits and self-indulgent fantasies.
Yet as I watch them
clasp for truth they denied from my sword like tongue I weep with regret as
though I have failed God, in my meaningless journey.
I am lonely as I
watch my coworkers cut the crusts off their cheese sandwiches so delicately placed
in order to hide their mediocre chaos.
Yet each story
fascinates me with the weakness of their ideologies based on presumption. I
remember their pause as they excused their decisions and laid their hands on
their silk blouses hoping that the softness of the fabric would melt their
hardened hearts.
I too am hardened,
because I no longer see the value of justice and mercy, only the obsessive need
to be right which is the foundation of all international wars.
Yet, if I retreat
they will let me die like a dog alone in the prairie fields of unfulfilled
dreams and windy whispers accusing the warriors who once fought with strength
and character.
My hope is deferred
like that of an abused child wanting only to see a night without consequences
for thinking and breathing. I lay on the bed hoping to see the sunlight revive
me and feel the wind remind my lungs to breathe, but instead I face loud voices
and angry tones.
Yet if I close my
eyes I may have clarity in a dream setting my course straighter on this journey
wasted by my bended pose and my naïve wish to smell the roses that once
bloomed.
I am spent.
Saturday, 12 May 2012
Wednesday, 2 May 2012
Monday, 23 April 2012
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