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Love Unrequited

The gentle swish of rocks fell slow,

An echo of sound through rocks below,

A sky blue sight with a ripple of green,

Fractured by light held in-between.

 

Far distant land in shadow afar,

Soon to be lit by benevolent star,

Form of land shaped by the light,

Joined by shadows given by night.

 

Musing thoughts meander through,

The misty touch of broken blue,

A caress unbroken by turning head,

Nor wisps of floating, fiery red.

 

A grip unknown held tight and fast,

Through life so long, future, past,

Caress or crush is same of old,

A story of life both bright and bold.

 

Distance felt across sea and soul,

Wishng desperate to be whole,

One piece for him in days of cold,

A silent blessing, never told.

 

A step away from the hanging edge,

Away from the pull of a lover’s pledge,

Within the trees, full of past emotion,

A memory of past devotion.

 

For alone with summers past again,

Leaves now gold for winter yen,

Amidst the leaves of Lover’s Knot,

The gentle touch of a forget-me-not.

 

 


Shackles

Shackles

There are many kinds of cuffs and shackles used across this world,
Used on those whose wings have not had time to be unfurled,
Their wings are ripped and shackles clipped before they can say a word,
And later when they scream, it’s quiet and empty and unheard,
For no-one knows the scream of old, the sound of a broken slave,
As ignorance is bliss, and ignorance is all that they will crave,
But ignoring such injustice has a price for those in pain,
A fee in blood and sweat and tears which slowly begin to drain.

I know of what I speak for I was caught, fighting in his net,
And hope would drain away when I saw all those who abet,
But I am one of the lucky ones, to survive that brutal test,
But what of all the others, the others downtrodden and oppressed,
Will you leave them there, in the dark, alone with him just sitting there?
The others who fell afoul of his rudimentary snare.

Children with their wide eyes, bright with tears for want of love,
An emotion that their captors are so utterly void of,
Women with their hands tied tight and bleeding at their back,
Whose future is, in all the ways, a darkening pitch black,
Faced with challenges, few wins and many shattering defeats,
Many will hide, alone and afraid, beneath the dirty sheets.

For no-one comes to save them from the nightmare of their life,
From the pain of broken bones, a broken heart so full of strife,
You can rub your eyes and turn away; pretend that they aren’t there,
But ask yourself, would you, could you really dare?
You know they’re there, eyes lifeless, empty-dying without hope,
Ignore it, pretend it isn’t there and it’s a very slippery slope.

You see the shackles that bind their hands, their heart and mind,
It’s up to you to help the fences down, the wire to unwind,
For you hold in the palm of your hand, their life, their heart, their very soul,
You can play the hero, its open for you, to you that so giant role,
There are many kinds of cuffs and shackles used across this world,
Used on those whose wings have not had time to be unfurled,
Break them and let the wings unfurl, take flight and live once more,
Fight them long and hard, a lion, let them hear you roar!

Written with stopthetraffik.org in mind


Soulmates

Soulmates

His heart is like a flower for me,

So like the love I feel for he,

His smiles simply change my world,

Wind for a boat with sails unfurled,

My head and my heat for once agree,

That he is the only one for me,

Only he can hear the love that flows,

Only he can accept this delicate rose.

 

She is a wonder of this earth,

She is the one I’d see by my hearth,

Her soul is the one that calls to my own,

I can but answer her musical tone,

Her eyes a gateway to the Great Heaven,

For her I’d commit all the sins seven,

For she is but mine and I am for her,

She is the one who can make my heat stir.


Impossible Desire

Impossible Desire

You left me, but long before you walked out the door,
I gave you my everything but you wanted more,
Nothing was enough, you really wanted away,
You wanted a different part to play,
You spent your days looking for an excuse,
To prompt me into turning you loose,
For I couldn’t leave until you were free,
And that’s just what I want you to be,
I chose to let you go, you weren’t ready for me,
But I’ll wait for you, just in case, you see,
I loved you enough to let you be who you are,
even though it gave my sore heart a new scar,
I didn’t want to keep you where you didn’t feel,
At home, rather than like a dog at my heel,
Even though, without shame, you broke my soft heart,
You will always hold a small, single part,
I should wait for you here, in this cold empty place,
While another woman can make your heart race,
I may no longer be the one you desire,
But I must have the love I truly require,
I may be a wallflower, with a common Irish lilt,
But without the care that we need, wallflowers wilt,
I’m getting tired of waiting for you to return,
I’m sick of having to only yearn,
I won’t wait for much longer for what I require,
For I’m starting to see it’s an impossible desire.


A Bullet for my Valentine

A Bullet for my Valentine

Turn around and face me coward,
Don’t try to fight, you’re overpowered,
Look me in the face and say it,
I want to hear it, every bit,
Move your lips and form the word,
That great, red line is now blurred,
Good and evil, just and un-,
I can’t stop now that I’ve begun,
You call me crazy but I am not,
But now a twist in a twisted plot,
There on the side is your loaded gun,
You stupid thing, you should have run,
You’re all tied up, it’s self-defence,
Come on now, why so tense?
You meant to kill me, I saw it there,
Your wild eyes, a predator’s glare,
It’s me or you and now I’ve chosen,
For it’s you not me, standing frozen,
One of us, one has to go,
I’ll be the one to deliver the blow,
I loved you once but now it’s left,
And you I hold for the beastly theft,
A hollow bullet for my ruthless love,
A love your heart isn’t capable of.

This was inspired when a friend of mine refused to stop championing the song with the same name.

You have to imagine someone who was tricked in the worst way. Had their heart broken and then jumped up and down on. Imagine someone who can’t put themselves back together and thinks that removing the person who hurt them will bring them back themselves.

Then you understand the female persona.


Tired of Guilt

Another poem written by a Jew perhaps suffering from survivor’s guilt.

Tired of Guilt

I can see your face but I know you’re not there,
I know that you are just a nightmare,
I can see in your face the hell you were in,
I can wait simply for hell to begin,
I know it could have been me, who was taken,
And still now I hope only to awaken,
It wasn’t my fault, all were at risk,
All of us suffered, no matter how brisk,
I have suffered long without you to help,
No matter how wild you were, young whelp,
You know that I loved you with all of my heart,
And it broke when we were pulled without mercy apart,
The tears have left empty grooves in my face,
But I have none left for the others to chase,
But I am still here and you are elsewhere,
I can accept it but still we move nowhere,
I shall never forget you but know I must leave,
For also I almost died for what I believe.


Is Love All We Need?

Love is all we need

An empty heart, I’ve left it all,
It’s time to go, to stand up tall,
No more tears, I’ve used too many,
Empty thoughts, not worth a penny,
Face the door, I have to leave,
No longer am I so naïve,
Must turn my back and grit my teeth,
Feel the ground underneath,
But dare not place a foot too far,
What if this will leave a scar?
Which is better, stay or go?
Won’t leave you at an all-time low,
I want you happy, loved and free,
Not desperate as a honey bee,
If I stay, would it be best?
Or would it be another test?
I love you so I let you go?
God, I love you more than you could know,

But if love is all we need to live,
Why is it we must forgive?
If love is all we need to thrive,
Why was it we could just survive?
If love is all we need to stay,
Why do we have the urge to stray?
If love is all we need to own,
Why do I feel so all alone?

This was inspired by all those films where one of the partners ups and leaves. This is an attempt to show their point of view rather than the view of the partner left behind.
I just fancied writing something a little different. Enjoy.


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