Her Name was Love

I have seen her,
though she was not there.
I have seen her smile,
I have seen her stare.

I have heard her laugh,
though she made no sound.
I have heard her heart,
though it did not pound.

I have touched her hand,
though I could not grasp.
I have felt her embrace,
though we did not clasp.

I have stroked her face,
though I felt no heat.

Yes, I have seen her.


But our eyes did not meet.

Linger

They linger.
The lazy, the idle,
the consumed.

The please themselves--
alone.

Lying on a sofa
of perpetual fluff,
too "tired",
unwilling
to move.

They remain,
and remain--
choosing to breathe used air.

While I soar over mountains
and dive the deepest seas.

Let them linger.

I wish to Fly.

Dried Eyes

Remember me cruelly--
for I am what was.
Those who will not weep--
blinded with eyes dried closed.

Just remember,
and remember me dear.

Dear brutality, now.

Sheer Dignity, Pure Humility?

What have we?

These Dried Eyes
Pain me...

Protection

It isn't just a Flower,
the King of Hearts said.
It's not just the power,
but the thoughts in the head.

Life isn't just for living,
the Cat cleverly declared.
It's for showing your worth,
and finding who cares.

No one's there!
Cried the kaleidoscope-eyed
girl--
She was lost, out there...
No one cares!

A rose may seem beautiful,
the Heart King said.
But the thorns prevent,
and Love--it hurts.

And weeping does no good.

Tell

Death locks herself--
between life and eternity.
Lulling to sleep, millions,
causing pain, billions.

She places, among Holy Scripts,
pretty thoughts.

Lies or truths?
Only those in her sleeping den
can tell.

Eternal souls,
and her eternal Woe
or--is it Joy?

Only those in her claws--
Gentle.
can tell.

But will not tell.

Poison

I am suffocated--by slang
and trapped by idleness.
I am surrounded--held downs
by all the drug obsessed
and violent.

So many sign away--
their lives.
For one dose of
Poison.

What happiness exists
in Inconsistency?

I feel too--pushed back.
Too lost in this realm of laziness,
Unholiness.

There, the penetrating Sin
that NO ONE
questions!

At all.

Like a criminal,
I am locked up--
by Intolerance
for this
Disgraceful Earth,

God's Earth
that THEY
have

Poisoned.

Rapture

I see the fall of man--
others,
refusing to lift their hands.
This war against ourselves,
this Holocaust of lies.
Smoke--blood,
rippling against the nation's
"fearsome" flag.

We're prepared to fight--
but not to fall.

We should stand
for--Justice.
Not--hate.
We've steered from the path--
straight.

Now we tremble
at
Hell's--gates.

Woman

She is not as she seems
to be--
cold.

Sharp, hard eyes
that have seen much--
and anticipate
Hurt.

These are not symblos
of an immoral chill--
but of an immoral pain
of which she is
victim.

She is not as she seems
to be--
cold.

She is only Woman.

Hurt.

Brief

The world is too brief
a Habitat--
to fill it full of hurt.
We make misery,
then complain
of a self-made sore.

Life is--
what you want.
Your attitude is--
all that matters.

Hazel

His eyes spoke, though
his mouth did not.
Through hazel--I came to
See,
emotions, thoughts, stories
that
he never told to me.
Imminent, the pain her
Felt.
Consious, was his mind
to the Evil of this world,
subject--only to time.

He thought I could not see,
thought I could not hear.
After all, who hears
a noisless cry?
Who sees what is not there?
But I did and I have
and I will for a while.
And while he is yet to
know himself--I do.

Angelou's caged bird,
the feathered prisoner.
Trapped--
longing to fly again.

Splinters

It was not meant to be,
for you fled from my
out-stretched hand that
had been reaching--
through summer--
through fall.
Like an oncoming storm,
a cloud waiting to burst.
I was patient.
Biding my time silently,
stilly, hoping.
For I was allowed to hope--
by your eyes.

But the moment I crossed
the Fence--
crushed it beneath my feet,
cringing, but bearing
the Splinters--
The moment I felt within the
yellow atmosphere
of You and all that
You are--

I was pushed.

Falling head first toward a
cold, unfriendly pavement,
full of and soaked with--

Nothingness.

Pondering, wondering,
proved wrong,
bruised--even.

But not defeated.

I was brave.
I stood.
I lived.

It was a risk
I had taken.
A battle that
I had lost.

But there were no tears.

Only Hope.

Revelation

We amuse ourselves
with tangibility
and thoughts wove
too thin.

We consume ourselves
physically
and think nothing of sin.

When the sun,
like whispered flame,
burns out--
and day is forver,
Dark.

What will we tell--
Him?
What excuse then?

The Fire

I gazed a fire from my sill,
a fire that burned--night and
Day.
On and on, the eternal flame,
and characters came--that way.
Two Men, Two Women,
individual--yet Whole.
They passed before
The Fire--
taking flames to feed
their souls.
Each day they would come,
take some, and go--
proudly marching away.
Till one day--
only three came,
and then only two.
Then but one remained.
Great thought he seemed to think--
as he stared upon the flame.

He took a breath,
glanced--at me,

And foolishly walked away.

The Fire died that day.

Exact

Death must be a woman--
like me,
who takes and never gives.
Leaving pain behind her
as she goes.
Yes, we must be similar...
If I am selfish and cruel--
never caring.
I fancy we must be one,
for you say I am All
of these things.
And, after all,
Death is not loved.

At least--in this,
we are
Exact.