Marionette

Marionette

 

Marionette

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Why must I find you in the land of lost?

My heart attach easily to wandering souls

a magnetic force pulling and pushing

like a marionette my strings all crossed

and I follow, like a fool I follow-

We both know there are no controls

for tossed in the wind wishes

disperse without true direction

while the lies I swallow,

and with every pull I create a verse

to remind me of you.

~

H.O

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Loving Parts

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Loving Parts

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There is a notion of love existence in a whole

the other half, the one forever-

But I never found the whole, only parts

spread around in loving hearts

and every one I found whenever

I searched for love in a kindred soul.

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There is no one to have it all and make it mine

a certain look, a dizzying smile

a taste of skin that numbed my senses,

a voice that soothed my mind defenses

to give it all in just a while

every part to make a whole I’ll never find.

~

H.O

Reminiscence

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Reminiscence

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Oh how destiny played its hand

if somewhere lost I’ll never find

along with you my lost desires.

If for a moment you became

a foolish dream, a nightly game

a passing by when undefined

attraction held within my eyes

and every look and every want

was slowly fed to build our lies.

But lies exist when lacking more,

and with a need to fly and soar

you left behind a dying flame,

a wish that fate always denies

when lost again in your desires

no longer can my love reclaim.

~

H.O

A Creation

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A Creation

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In the beginning there were letters and words

and my universe was dark-

Beauty shone in distant stars

too far to reach

so I watched and I wished,

for isn’t that what poets do?

Then there was light creating sparks

radiating from her eyes

brighter than the skies

so I watched and wished

for isn’t that what poets do?

Sound came third in a form of her voice

music invading the silence inside

and I longed to hear with no choice

but to wait and wish,

for isn’t that what poets do?

~

H.O

A day at home, raining and I am finally finishing some of my old poems lingering on my desktop

In Dreams

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In Dreams

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Inside my world of dreams, you still there

as clear as it was for many years

without anger, love or the wicked fears-

Fears for a life I was not prepared

to endure in silence while I dared

to search for happiness not found

in the promises made of everlasting.

Inside my world of dreams I do not love you

for love was but a ghost and did not live

in our house and did not give

but a few brief moments, only a few

tasting like imitation happiness

while I slowly died a little each day.

Inside my world of dreams I let you go

and I search for what’s mine,

every sunrise new promises made

while you remain alone

lost without place and left behind-

~

H.O

Strange how after five years I still dream about her, five years since I walked away, two years since our divorce. In my dreams I am back to a life we no longer had. If I could dream of the pain, anxiety and depression then it would be a nightmare.

Tender Heart

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Tender Heart

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Tenderness resided within the walls of your heart

a simple way of loving as precious as fine art

with painted love reflected in looks you kindly spared

and made my heart skip when suddenly unprepared

and without a warning I gazed into those eyes

and lost I found myself above the clouds and skies.

Your love can only live inside such tender place

among the dreams and wants so eagerly embraced

a world seen through your eyes a perfect place to be

such tenderness and love your eyes can only see.

~

H.O

Words and Dreams

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Words and Dreams

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I write about you with hush words

never meant for my lips to say aloud,

a silent cry for the tenderness

you reserve for lost love and lovers.

I write secretly at night when allowed

to scribble emotions that others

may dismiss as foolish notions-

But I know what lies underneath

the bruises your soul bared,

how pain stained words

make me shudder with fear

of what lies beneath.

And I want a taste if prepared

to endure the torture

of knowing more,

but only if you are near

for lips to sooth the wounds

and trace along the scars

the words I wrote before.

~

H.O