Invisible Minds

She can’t see me,

Eyes turned away to deceive me,

Summer skies til dawn for the season,

Have her walk away and she’d leave me,

Darling what is the reason?

The times are gone and beneath me,

Tell me what’s true and we’ll reason,

The souls are torn for our treason,

Lie to me now and I’ll leave for the time being,

Darling tell me the reason,

The thoughts dwell til three,

Up late in the evening and I’m now dreaming,

The past has grabbed hold and I’m not leaving,

Til we part now and I’m not breathing,

Fixations to the mind and I’m not believing,

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I’m quite happy with how this poem turned out. Now if the rest of the world would resume, I would be so thankful. One day at a time.

Daydream in Tomorrow

There’s no time to borrow,

You’re dreaming of tomorrow,

Ten years of sorrow,

All the nights that follow,

Somewhere you call her,

Two voices alone that wallow,

Many souls that’s hollow,

No love left to borrow,

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Evidently, not everyone is supportive. Honestly, why are there so many critics in my life? There’s a strange pattern with each person I’m noticing. Don’t make me laugh.

Starlight Drifter

I’ll call you my starlight,

Heaven knows it to be true,

Eyes wide open,

Teary of the ocean blue,

You say you don’t love me,

And indeed it could be true,

Somewhere along the horizon,

Lost inside of you,

I’m nearby just floating,

A wave that hasn’t fallen,

Ten years for longing,

Another for the fall,

You say you don’t love me,

Hear me calling for yours,

Endlessly be searching,

Midnight, past life — my starlight


Poems are hard when you have nothing to do. Today was too busy, however. I feel rushed all of a sudden. Times like this I’m glad I have nothing but my thoughts. Maybe I dwell on them more to distract myself.

I’m Sorry

Feel sorry for we can’t love,

Not a whisper or cry,

No light above,

You felt so warm and all I was,

Just another soul,

For the time once was,

I had you close and to the night,

Like a prince and forever us,

Hear the cries and see the darkest skies,

Of our time that gone and not enough,

Taken by the man who never must,

I lost you then like just a gust,

If only you what could be us,


Writing a poem is much like a window into the soul. I suppose my own is more open to digging and searching. Words don’t always convey the full meaning of how I’m feeling or thinking, but it’s close. We exist to feel and being able to put that into words is an impossible task. I won’t keep trying. All I hope for is a random spark or two in the night,

Requiem

I hear the voice of a thousand cries,

Heading towards the evening sky,

Heavens cry for no man lies,

What the heart knows and cannot try,

Where to go but without a why,

How we come to here and upon this time,

Mercy now and forever smile,

A ghost from the past lurking by,

Hallow depths and into the rye,

Together but apart — the longest goodbye,

I find nights where I’m asleep the words for my poetry come naturally. Almost as if this is the perfect hour to write a poem. Enjoy!

Late Night Thoughts

It seems this month is devoid of any sleep — it fucking sucks. I feel tired but can’t for the life of me fall asleep. With that, here’s a poem.

I feel the coldest of nights,

Darkness all around and not yet fright,

A howl from the ear and eyes no sight,

To feel alone — temptations with my might,

Journey to the bottom and that’s alright,

Whistling in the open and til we fight,

Come and gone — maybe she was right,

I’m riding for one until I die…

Later world.