Category: My Poetry

Through Everything

deathfromabove on justruminating men's blog

( in response to my loves entreaties )

Hear my pledges my new love
On bended knee hear my pleas
Which I speak to you and God above
Let me put your heart at ease
Never used will you be
Equal partners you and me
Though hell may visit in the light
Together we can make it again alright
I will toss you pillows when you fall
Take you in my arms while standing tall
Be unreasonable  and let it all out
I’ll patiently listen to what it’s about
Should the storm of past abuse take you down
The constant wind of my love will blow all around
And when you question the depth of my love
I’ll smile, hug you, and pray up above
When the day imaginary war is at hand
I will take arms and side by side we’ll stand
It hurts to think that you’d want to die
I’d show you life, insist on life and show why
One day you won’t look at yourself with disgust
But when that happens I will ignite your lust
We all doubt our mind or our soul
I will remind you of your goodness make you whole
My trust may be stolen by demons past
I understand and will love you until it’s past
So true you’ll fight me, making no sense
I’ll smile gently lots of tact I’ll dispense
You and me together means you’ll never break
In your darkest hour I never would you forsake
If in the abyss you sadly must go
I will hold vigil, guard you in your woe
On those days you cannot walk
Carry you gladly, I’ll be your rock
If suddenly you should struggle in your breath
I shall kiss you deep give my breath until death
Should you feel people dropped you from their midst
My constant loving will show you surely exist
If your words should leave you mute
I will champion your cause, I’ll be astute
You may shut down and look down
But I will embrace your head kiss away your frown
In the days when God can’t be found
My love I’ve always spoken for you He will be found
God rue the days when you feel unloved
My eyes will pierce that woe my beloved.

You will break (I will mend) and fight (I will take the blows) and cry (take my should) and question (If I don’t have the answers, we will find them together) and fall on your face (I will cushion the fall, and then pick up wipe off your tears, look into your eyes, smile and kiss you) and scream (This is where I put my headphones on) and push me away (And I will stay right here) because of reasons of past lives (That one day will fade into oblivion).  I love you through everything! I promise all these things and man many more that you have forgotten.

The Sum Of These

There are days
meant for living
and there are those
that are unforgiving.

Dreams can soar
and fly so high
and they can fall
and wither and die.

Life can be easy
a joy to feel
or feed you poison
and make you reel.

Loving can be
a precious thing
or all your blood
from you wring.

The sum of these
can happiness make
or punch you out
and make you break.

Their Sorrow

delusion on justruminating mens blogLife is
but a show
for stars
the moon
and the sun.

Emotions are
for little kids
as they play
and run.

Love is
just a fairytale
from books
from poems
never to be won.

Living is
just a dream
from which
we never wake.

Feelings are
awful things
their pain
their sorrow
strong they ache.

Love is
but a fantasy
never a reality
never can partake.

His Awful Visage

stygian rider

He is coming
for me
The stygian rider
on his hellish
steed whose nostrils
spit fire
he is coming
he is coming
for me.

Entrenched and
fortified
my heart trembles
seems resigned
to this reality
this inevitability
this clash of
overlords divided
mind and heart
contentious
and combative.

All
for sacred sanctity
questionable ties
their truth their way
an epic struggle
two worlds colliding
battling and
warring over their
precious notions
quintessential hostilities.

The earth rumbles
mud filled trench
thick with despair
stench of vomit
the rider approaches
axe wielded high
his awful visage
fixed on me
his terrifying shriek
he is here
he is here
for me.

Such Pretty Words

Written upon the occasion of  a gentleman completely misreading the nuanced words of a particular young lady.  Poor chap.  Sad tale, this one.

Oh this venom
upon his lips!
See how
coldly
down the back
of his throat
it slips.

Bled from the sun
a nectar he’s found
he swallows slowly
and suddenly
perplexed
he drops
dead on the ground.

Smoke and mirrors
Labyrinth for few
funfair funhouse
with equivocal words
lake waters illusory
cloak and dagger
through and through.

That faraway land
coy foreign way
words gamely penned
vaguely veiled ideas
a premise delusional
and so then
this swift decay!

His blood his tears
the snow they stain
his soul it dies
and will remain
ever and forever
dead with disdain.