Tag: sorrow

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.

Again and Again

againandagain on justruminating men's blog

Sensuality of you that touch
reaches me affects me much
I drift I dream a heavy sleep
lilac memories mine to keep.

Sunshine hope is burning bright
but this loving belongs to night
yearning for you from long ago
today am still wanting you so.

Snow is falling so gently outside
by logic my heart will not abide
though we parted in sorrow and pain
you torture my soul again and again.

Blind Romance

blindromance on justruminating men's blog

The wind it howls
through the trees
as I’m crumpled
on wounded knees.

My mind is lost
to the sky
mingles with you
way up high.

Time is thieving
stealing days
rotting my hope
so love decays.

My soul tormented
through the years
suffering silence
burn my tears.

The wind it howls
through the night
scatters careless
my loveless plight.

I seek the courage
I seek the chance
To run and embrace
this blind romance.

Though not a daily
tale to tell
my dream it lives
I know it well.

These Words

these words on justruminating men's blogThese words
tears from
my fingertips
stain
the page
drop
by
abject drop
they spill
and die.

Deep lacerations
never healing
they open
again and
again
these words
rip tear
they throb
corrupting
noxious
lethal.

Sad notions
within my
sorrowed mind
these words
are seeping
creeping
keeping me
entombed in
desolate anguish.

Forlorn emotions
bereft devotions
these words
chide me
deride me
reside in me
capitulation that
they are
irrelevant and
worthless and
superfluous.

Afflicted hopes
stain my soul
hues of
bright crimson
scarlet red
deep maroon
these words
paltry sums
of all
of my
worthless ideations.

A Call To Arms

fightingThere didn’t have to
be a reason
no one thing
no trigger
it was always boiling
just beneath the surface
always.

It could have been
the number of soldiers
lying empty on the desk
next to the ashtray.
You know the one
the one that left
the two scars
the one into which you
stamped  your  anger
hostility
hopelessness.

I could always tell
in the car
Adele’s playing
the hours will not pass
quickly
it will be a long night
a call to arms
a call in the morning
“I won’t be in today
something’s come up.”

And blood
would seemingly trickle
from the corners
of your
downturned mouth
from your hateful
eyes
from chewing on
the razors of your
merciless
rage and despair.

So many
candle impressions
left on walls
windows
chairs
so many treasures
and keepsakes shattered.

Amazing how everything
was always ready
for a new scene
how you managed to
replace the facts
change the clues
change impressions
replace the views.

But then
you were exceptional at
evaporating the mess
outside scrubbed tidy
(inside would always
be ugly spiteful vengeful)
you were so thorough
so vigorous
through your efforts
appearances were kept.

Not me
nothing clean here
filthy with horrors
dirty with dread
scummy with fear
on the inside
never knowing when
the other heel was going
to drop or when
peacekeepers would
appear skeptical again
arrangements were made.

In the end
you wrote a play
I was the unknowing lead
the irony the comedy
the blasphemy
great theatre
it didn’t win me
awards you got me
put away
what a drama!
Your performance epic
your sad woman’s show!

No sweat
took on the bout
no man could win
no sweat
it was the principle of it
I wasn’t lying down but
the judge she didn’t see it
my way
funny that
k’od.

Oh, but now!
But now!
I have today
freedom never
tasted so good
sometimes I’m amazed
that I don’t
have more scars
but then again
your aim was never
that good
was it?