I would settle for a Lara Croft, in my mind there would be space – for improvement, on both sides I must admit, she would never touch my hidden six-pack, so I would make an effort, as long as promised to love me, in the biblical sense
February 2020
I find no solace in an empty bottle, as
The shadows of the temptress haunt me,
I speak French in dreams I see before me,
You wear no clothes & the bra is padded.
But,
&
No, no, …
There is no way forward …
There is a path, … A path not taken, but
I stay hidden as I is famous, and
Famously unnoticed and thus
Unspoken of, forgotten.
I find no solace in an empty bottle,
I find a me without a you,
I see a dream fading slowly,
I kick the can down memory lane &
Watch it bouncing
Always
They talk in so many ways of the harm to children experiencing a simple smack of guidance; to improve their learning and to pave the way for their success as future adult-kind. I wish, hand on heart, I would have gotten smacked as a child. Anything would have been better than your silent treatment; your turned back and the nonspeaking for days on end continuing. If you wanted me to learn, then for the love of God why did you not speak. Your silence was weak, and were you not dead already; I would seek you out, axe in hand. Screaming.
Is it conceivable to love someone you never met, conversed with or even seen their face? Can such love be real and here I am stretching the imagination to every sensible definition of real? In all probabilities you would say no; probably not as far as sensible people go. Yet I claim to have found such love. In her words I find the comfort I do not find in my own, yet they are the same, or similar; familiar to an extent which I cannot ignore. She is the same. Alike as like could ever be, painted upon a starless sky: a dream in light or darkness regardless of day or night. She conveys me, but unfortunately will never know me. I remain in hiding, unable to come forward plainly. If you see her, tell her so: there once was a man who loved you; he wanted more but alas in this life he could not, not gather strength to pursue
I find pleasure in finding you again / you, once lost and gone astray / disconnected from my world unannounced / reappearing as if nothing changed / same name but different handle / same desire & same sameness / on the other side of the world residing / lost but found again this hour / in that I find a pleasure great / I bid you welcome / I bid you welcome back
I silence my humble voice, to listen for signs of life. Behind the humming of the refrigerator, I expect your brown peering eyes. I find nothing of the kind, only silence betwixt the shards of broken pottery. Where once was love I find only the bloodless hearts – the drying dying lives of immortal soldiers, the us & our fading silence
Prompted by an @imperial-poetry-prompts : bloodless hearts
Alone; not lonely
I tell myself out loud
Aā¢lā¢oā¢nā¢e nā¢oā¢t lā¢oā¢nā¢eā¢lā¢y
I feel my pulse, yes a heart
Alone not lonely
She bled; and every month I
Suffered more, I could not save
Her bleeding soul,
Alone not lonely
I see myself
Alone not lonely
I breath alas
Alone not lonely
This day of all
Alone not lonely
Lies were told
Prompted by a @imperial-poetry-prompts : alone not lonely
I believe
I was to travel
Beyond the stars,
I was to find my
Better half,
I was sold such lies
By demons,
From the creatures of
Lesser …
… knowing,
I was to … but never did …
My heart remains thus … true to
Being, and there and fore I say to you,
Begone or I will swallow;
The truth
…
& as far as that goes
As far as truth goes
I will say only this: there is no
Such thing; only stories & in
Them I believe