Poem – Opinions Of Eye

Lost

“If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong.”
― Masaru Emoto, Secret Life of Water

Walking through the question marks
Where will I go in this dark?
With the light dimming behind
How will I go being blind?
Screaming in my head, holding the candle near
Where will I go from here?
The path is crooked with cliffs along the way
Fear says never to go but only to stay

When there’s no sight from lack of light there remains no assurance in the steps. My soul’s being torn between ravenous beasts manifested by my torment. Faith, will you save me now? Will you come on the white horse of sanity and redeem my soul? These wasps follow me, stinging me where ever I go. I can hear the buzz of their wings while I sleep. There’s no healing from the swelling injections filled with the puss of their rape. What parts of me have died or are dying? Why can’t I tell? I know that bricks are missing in my wall and deleterious eyes stare at me from the holes. With all of this hell raging in and around me, I call out, as we all do in the foxholes of life, “GOD HELP ME”! He will, but how, it escapes me, but when, it eludes me, and in this moment I hang to what I know from His dealings with me in the past. I know He’ll help me, I know He’ll come, I know I’ll survive and be stronger yet for the next wave of human devils and demon thoughts.

Curious

“I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.”
― Banksy

Some say they’ve went there, to the other side.

That’s what they’ll tell you after they died.

The tickers kick’n and soon I’ll know

Whether this day I’m livin’ is my day to go

What do you do on the way out the door

When what you see, you’ll see no more

About these things I’m curious to ask

tripping the other side of the living mask

So my friends and lovers dear

who I hold both now and there

On the other side will you come with me

and find out what’s beyond that nether sea?

Estranged –

“The distant soul can shake the distant friend’s soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.” ― John Masefield

Stares into the fires of what used to be

Longing for a shore on this endless sea

Then and still she rejects me

Glares into the mirror of what is to see

Glancing back just the bare image of me

Then and still she blames me

Pairs thrown into storms of life do believe

Splitting again to separate entities

Then and still she’s a part of me

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Darling

“The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Never was a gentle and quiet word
spoken but so clearly heard

Innocent as the new day
echoing across a souls pain

Whispering she is vulnerable
that was the angelic guise so

Eloquently draped with a voice
surrendering I had no choice

Her tender call seducing me
in a moment she had all I’d be

It made me feel amazingly alive
She the moon and I the tide

Even now in this dreary day
tenderly I can hear her say

Darling, Darling

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Nearly Broken

“You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.” ― Holly Black, Tithe

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Time and times buffeted by

Winds that don’t rhyme

Till all in all I was

Nearly broken

Echoes of voices called me

Through the ripped joy

Delusions they found me

Nearly broken

Family gone and friends not found

Nor all that comforts

Abandoned and left for

Nearly broken

God knows my many feelings,

my crazy mind

He keeps me from being

Always broken

Scared –

“Most men either compromise or drop their greatest talents and start running after, what they perceive to be, a more reasonable success, and somewhere in between they end up with a discontented settlement. Safety is indeed stability, but it is not progression.” ― Criss Jami, Killosophy

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Wildness birthed in his eyes

Crazy he tries,

Running without a place to go

Chased by fears in his mind

Desperately finds

Everything can hurt in the end

Fleet of foot he roams

Spinning alone

Fathers been gone for years

Calls from jail coming again

He denies within

Whats destined by nurture

Tears his inheritance

a due recompense

A life spun out of control

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Waiting’s Close Lover When –

“Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.” – Rainer Maria Rilke

“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.” – Paulo Coelho

Dressing myself with Waiting’s robes

looking in the mirror at When

Finding thoughts that without warning

haunt and scare my lonely Then

Question the mistress Waiting, again

to the end of never, When?

Waiting she dances, holding me close

and calling her lover Then

Her music of chance and sultry moves

under the covers of patient When

A cruel lover Waiting plays with me

as I grow old with desire Then

Teasing from me my passing youth

called Waiting’s close lover When

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Beyond Skin –

“The finest clothing made is from a persons own skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this” – Mark Twain

The finest clothing made is a person’s own skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this.
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I can see the glow, coming from beyond skin

spinning without forethought, a plan birthed in divinity

giving place to free will, a path of infamy

I can see the glow, coming from beyond skin

Take the vast and mythical and explain it

No way to understand, no way to tame it

I found it there, hiding beyond skin

Satiated I take the sheath of your soul

And make it mine, beyond my walls of show

When I take what’s beyond skin

All the wild worlds of you become mine

An expansive universe that’s skipping time

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Blur –

“Our time together was a blur—not because I was drunk, which I was, but because our love was like the beating of a hummingbird’s wings. ”
― Jarod Kintz, My love can only occupy one person at a time

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Bodies finding their way back to earth,

goaded on by the great Shepard age.

Flocks of words begging to forgive,

left wandering amidst endless space.

Loving souls are cracked forever,

scars litter the way to this.

History is written with permanence,

by blue flames this ink will fade.

You can’t see the endless stars,

with blinding tears in your eyes.

With a short goodbye they blur,

The beauty missed carried on by one.

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Somnambulation –

“I don’t know,” he said. “I just feel like I have to do something.”
“Do what?”
“I don’t know. That’s what’s wrong. Or part of what’s wrong. I feel like I’m sleepwalking.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Attachments

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Once I was awake and aware,

not that long ago I swear.

Sleep walking and as I go,

moving is unkindly slow.

Force a smile but for me,

awake again will never be.

Doomed to wander in this fright,

dark in here is always light.

In a slumbering place I shake,

always walking never awake.

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