I cannot help
That my heart
Beats a little faster
When I see you

I would still it
If I could
But it seems to say
The things I fear to

My heart is not logical
It does not want to know
That we probably
Can not be together

My heart knows only
That whether I admit it or not
That it loves you
And has loved you alone

A sad truth
That I hope will pass soon
As all I have to show for it
Is a broken heart and poetry.

Hello everyone! The plan is to post some of my poems. The above is the first of these. Depending on the responses I get I may plan a schedule for posting. Would like comments or whatever. Conversation around the poems or subject matter is welcome. Looking forward to hosting you.


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Brown eyes

I slipped into them
As they called to me
Silently singing
A lullaby that never ends

Like quicksand
I can't get out
But sink deeper still
The color like chocolate

And just as thick as they hold on to me
Those brown eyes that I looked into
Once
And forever lost my heart to you.

Dreams of your return


In the dark
All the light there is
Is from my eyes
Seeking you out
Burning out holes in the sockets
As they remember
The experience of seeing you again
After so long a time
A fevered homecoming
As my heart
And my arms
Welcome you again
Holding on so tightly
Too afraid to lose you again
I wake up sweating
It was a dream
One that will haunt me a long time.

Every time I remember


A spear through my heart
Jagged-edged
Is what I feel
Every time

Every time I remember
The things that were
The things that are
The things that should be

I was made to love you
Or so I believed
Today’s reality
Begs to differ

The dreams of yesteryears
That refuse to be forgotten
Keep flooding back
Day after day

And every time they do
Every time I remember
I die a little more
And cannot be comforted.

That was yesterday

I remember it
But it was yesterday

It was yesterday
That I loved you

That I spent every waking hour
Thinking about you

It was yesterday
That my mind obsessed over you

Refusing to let go
Of its worship of you

Despite the pain you rewarded me with
That was yesterday

Today is another day
Presenting limitless opportunities to live and love

Of love, life and lies

Torment me
Like only you can
Bring me I pray you
As much pain as you can

For I would rather
Feel pain
Than the nothingness
I feel

Wherever Venus
Deems fit to appear
Whether in furs or not
Just as long as she appears

The flashes of you
Quick stabs to my heart
An assailant I see too late
To defend myself against

They called it love
I believed them
They did not tell me
That Cupid’s arrow would cause me pain

If I had known
Would I have loved still
If someone had told me
Would I have believed

I believed
What the poets and playwrights told me
Of the beast they called love
Which they urged us to worship

Little did I know
That they were her priests
Drawing men to her temple
To be robbed and slaughtered just like they
were

These corpses of men that refused to die
Spun us tales of love
Omitting the episodes of pain
We would all come to know too well

Deceivers they were
As guilty as the one they worshipped
Alas it is too late
To undo the works of their hands

I have lived
I have loved
I have been robbed
I have been slaughtered

All that remains
Is this voice and this hollow tale
Screaming of the injustices
Of love,life and lies.

Lonely together


In harsh winters
Bodies huddle together
One warming
The other

I am lonely
Are you lonely
Perhaps together
We both can be less so.

Handwriting on the wall


You have been weighed
And been found wanting

Your offerings have been deemed
To be not sufficient for these goddess

Worshiped far and near
She has become a little more selective

And so you would do better
Not to bother at all

Woman
For that is her name

At least so it was
When I first heard of her

She has assumed since then
Many names and many guises

Some unworthy of her
Some unprintable

Like many worshippers before me
I offered and offered

Like many before me
My offerings suffered the fate of filth

Sometimes she is just a little merciful
She does not speak but writes

And seeing the handwriting on the wall
The supplicant knows his fate

As I have
More times than I would like

Found wanting I renounce
The worship of such a deity as this

In my anger and hunger
My heart turns away from her

Who has caused me unimaginable pain
Like many before me.

Forever


Forever
Is taking forever
To find

Everything reminds me of you
Who I would forget
If I could

That face that launched
A thousand ships
My Helen of Troy

My ships have set sail
And I am now adrift
Spinning in the storm that you are

And yet you are
Absent from it all
While I spin without end

Spinning up webs
Lost in you
My eyes closed

I smell rain
I smell you
Though my arms are empty

It must be
From the last time
Or my last dream of you

Invading my days and my nights
Leading me on
A sheep to the slaughter

Slaughtered
Pieces of me scattered abroad
I stand

No flesh, no bones
Only a soul longing
For forever, for you.

You who my eyes do not know


Someday soon
I will find myself
In your arms again
Be it in life or in death

Time will pass
Seasons will change
But I will desire nowhere else
But the home of your arms

I will know
The charms of none other
I will seek
No one else but you

Whom my heart knows
Though my eyes do not
You who has plagued my dreams
And every waking hour

I will find you again
And it will be
As it has forever been
If only in my heart

My heart has known you
My days have sought you
My dreams are empty without you
Who my eyes do not know

And will not
Till the day that time will cease
And I come to life
Never to die again.

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You stole tomorrow



What did you do
Do you know
What you have
Turned me into

You stilled my heart
You silenced my soul
You took away from me
Love and life

You left a shell behind
A dream unfulfilled
A heart void
Of love and life

You stole poetry
From my heart
And music
From my steps

From a child
You stole treasure
From one unarmed
You stole life

From me
You stole tomorrow
The tomorrow of my dreams
Which had you in it.

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Is this love, or should it go by another name

Is this love
Or should it
Go by another name

That singular evil
That brings tears to the eyes of grown men
And anguish to the souls of noble women

Is this crime not a stain
A terminal illness to be endured
Till our last breath

I have heard
Of some being happy
While in its chains

I considered myself
One of such
At a time long gone

Its happiness is like unto
A man at a banquet
With a plate of choice meal

With delight he takes a spoon
And finds his mouth filled with gravel
Is this what is called happiness

It was a dream
Sold in the shacks
At circuses by caravaning gypsies

The songs and folk tales
Are laden with it
And the pages of history as well

The poems are the worst
Every ignoramus considering himself
A poet of stature

Just until
There is a death in the family
Another victim of the propaganda

Mock me
From your high horse
And you will be justified

Say that my words
Are the words of a man struck
By the same disease he claims to cure

I do not dare
To make such claims
It would be futile

How can one
When the symptoms
Are so clear before the eyes

But it is a wonder
Is it not
Dear friend

That after so many centuries
We find no certain cure
For this particular malady

And in the archives of several minds
We can find
Trunks full of painful memories

Promises that were never kept
Wishes that refused to come true
Destinies that were never fulfilled

Is this love
Or should it go by another name
Alas, I find no other name that suits it.

Not me

It hits me
As I walk into the room again:
Your scent
And the memories flood back

As does the pain
As I crawl
Into my bed
Alone

You are
Somewhere else
With someone else
Not me

And tonight
You will be
Loving someone else
Not me.


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NOT ABOUT ME

It eats you up
But you cannot say
Just how much you wish
That this swan song
Could be sung another way
Swing my way
And stay with me
So that it's my eyes you look into
My arms that hold you
And my body you caress
What we see instead
Is that I am the confessor
I hear the tale
But it is not about me
At least not this time.


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anonymousey:
I cannot help
That my heart
Beats a little faster
When I see you

I would still it
If I could
But it seems to say
The things I fear to

My heart is not logical
It does not want to know
That we probably
Can not be together

My heart knows only
That whether I admit it or not
That it loves you
And has loved you alone

A sad truth
That I hope will pass soon
As all I have to show for it
Is a broken heart and poetry.

I felt this piece of yours, beautiful yet heart wrenching.

Adanna28:


I felt this piece of yours, beautiful yet heart wrenching.

Lonely together
In harsh winters
Bodies huddle together
One warming
The other
I am lonely
Are you lonely
Perhaps together
We both can be less so.


Thanks for checking in. Keep in touch?

anonymousey:


Lonely together
In harsh winters
Bodies huddle together
One warming
The other
I am lonely
Are you lonely
Perhaps together
We both can be less so.


Thanks for checking in. Keep in touch?

I am already following you I love poetry and I felt yours. Keep it up dear.

Adanna28:


I am already following you I love poetry and I felt yours. Keep it up dear.

Will do

To my child

I would empty you
Of all the people
And all the things they left behind

And I would fill you
With fragments of me
Fragments of my mind

My voice
Caring
Prodding

My words
Strengthening
Cheering

All the while reminding you
Of who you are
And who you can be

I would fill your childhood
With the purest of love
As only I know how to

My dear child
This is for you
My poetry.


www.thetravelerpoems.

Like a dog's whistle
Nobody hears The cry of my heart Nobody sees The signs
Like a dog's whistle The ordinary ear Does not hear It was not meant for them
The cry of desperation Falls on ears deaf From hearing only Their own cries and desires
Though I be wailing Though I lie on the floor Mourning the death of my soul Nobody hears
All they see Are the things I can be To them and for them And not the soul in pain
All they see All they hear As they salivate Is another prey
To quench their ambitions To fulfil their quest To help them become What they long to be
And so I stand A tool in tears Mourning and wailing Though nobody hears.

www.thetravelerpoems.

Hmmmm... Depressing ^^^