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There is an emptiness within me

There is a chill within my heart

There is nothing you can do

     yet forgiveness is a start

This pain is not borne of love or love lost, nay

This pain is borne of something far sinister than they

Never known love, never been truly happy

Never had a loving family

Alone, forgotten and cast quite aside

Is it a wonder my happiness hides?

Misbegotten

There is love in the world, I have seen such

There is hate in the world, I have felt such

There is death in this world, I have witnessed such

There is hypocrisy in this world, I was raised by such

The strength of my soul frays as the winds of this horrid world blow

I am surrounded and yet I am forgotten

An ill fated and odd way to live, nay, survive...

     ...misbegotten.

My Own Doing

I thought I found love

I was most incorrect

I thought I found love again

     much to my regret

Each and every time, the person would never return my emotions

Each and every time, I chose wisely, knowing this

Fully embracing my masochistic safety.

Danger

I am one

I am three

I am not what you need

I betray myself daily

I implore thee

     let me be.

I Forgot

I forgot

I don't recall when

I forgot

And I wish no longer then

Your eyes haunt me, before they sought me out

Your lips caress the curses against my mouth

     and my eyes are in a drought

Never more, I dare say, never more

I refuse to pay with my soul.

Hello, remember me?

Years, it has been years since I have touched this blog page, not a big deal I only have 1 follower and I am unsure he will even read the page.  Anger supported my blogs.  Now a day, poetry.  Let's begin.



Poetry is different, this day and age

Sonnets no more, no one cares in this age

Gone, lost are the romantic vessels

Brush, paint, voice and stage all remain locked in a box-

     tied up, replaced by stencils.

Big or Small, Lies are Lies

When I was a child I was told a lie.  No one meant for it to be a lie, but in the end it was.  You can be whatever you want.  Now, my limited number of readers thus far, I agree with this lie, but what makes it a lie is the second part of this equation is always omitted: One must strive against adversity--our closest will always try to talk us out of our dreams and goals.  Always.  Our parents, siblings, family, friends, wives, husbands and more shall always give us the "sane perspective" wrapped in good intentions, laced with jealousy of their own dreams tucked neatly away in a box, never to be acted upon again.  They do not mean to project, but they do and it is not right, it is not the correct thing to do to their loved ones.  "I'm only trying to protect you," comes into play.  Protect us from what?  Protect us from a situation in which they found themselves in when they were not talented or did not have the drive to continue?  Or protect from their ignorant fears of what it is we wish to accomplish?  Let them live in their dejection and let it not affect your life.  Now, this being said, make sure your dreams, if related to talent, can cater to your true talent.  No one wants to see or hear another William Hung.