pseudo-love living


In a world of contradictions
The irony I am
My soul suffers afflictions
My heart’s like a lamb

Gentle and kind
To all who come near
Yet stuck in a grind
A heart slaughtering fear

I give what you need
Open ears, soft words
While I quietly bleed
As my heart’s cut in thirds

One part for caring
One part basic love
One part that’s tearing
Oh…the last was disposed of

It is the last
That kills me most
It lived in the past
It’s dead like a ghost

It fought with conviction
For true love it fought
It was it’s addiction
But the effort was for naught

Now I am trapped
In a world of just giving
My strength has been sapped
By this pseudo-love living

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Wish

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Openly Hidden

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Jumping

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Oblivion

To the edge of oblivion
Is where my mind goes
On a slow mental drift
As my body lies froze

A galaxy of thoughts
Whizz through my head
Slamming me recklessly
As neurons are shred

My hopes and my failures
Blend into each other
Blurring this mind
Which then starts to smother

Gasping and grasping
Becomes the new game
As thoughts die away
With nothing to blame

So then I sink
In a thoughtless abyss
As my last fleeting thought
Fades…like a kiss

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A Muse

She is a muse
A whisper to my art
With barely a notion
Verse she does impart

Filling my mind
With feelings newly born
They drip onto pages
Like a gentle summer storm

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The Light

Down darkened corridors
My soul did seek
Searching for the light
That shined so meek

Checking each door
And then the next
Losing my patience
I was surely vexed

Though darkness and I
Are friends til the end
On this immutable fact
I will not bend

But the light and I
Have a different way
I look for its comfort
And it's love each day

For none are whole
Without a bit of both
For in equal parts
They allow for growth

So now I am searching
For the light of my soul
In the brightest of places
And each darkened hole

I'm hoping I find her
So balance can be made
Between the light of love
And midnight's serenade


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