Talk of Dreams. (Poetry)

I talk of dreams,

Where my lips touch yours.

So Thrive my soul,

When I am so close to you.

Let my words find favor in your heart,

Lest I succumb to this curse of loneliness.

I have only sought a love to mirror my own.

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I talk of dreams,

Where I hold the world at bay with one hand,

While the other holds on to yours.

Never will I let go of my deepest beliefs,

Which is in the two of us.

For I have seen a glimpse of Heaven,

When I look upon your grace.

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I talk of dreams,

Of you and I,

Despite any reason as to not,

I can only hear the roaring in my Heart

as to why I must.

I will fight with the entirety of my soul

For your hand to be mine,

Because I know…This Love…to be True.

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Let me whisper of honest promises,

Let me speak of True Love,

Let me…Talk of Dreams.

Clarity (Poetry)

Searching for Clarity,

Through the White Noise of my Heart.

It’s made all the easier

With these thoughts of You.

Just give me all of your Truth

And I’ll show you a Night

Brightened by Stars.

Give me your Emeralds of Hope,

And I’ll show you the reason

You’ll   Stay   in   Love.

Search for Clarity,

Through all the Lost signals.

I’ll prove to you the Strength

Of One Man’s Real Commitment.

Throughout the years of Wrong Ways,

I’ve endured the same pain

of Stepping Stones,

Thankful that I could at last

Find your Consideration.

Let me pull your heart closer,

It’s already found a Home in Mine.

Let us find Clarity,

Through   our   Love.

Clear A Path (Poetry)

And I shall fear no evil,

Whether you believed in me or not.

The time for beliefs are over.

I’ll lead myself away from this sorrow

And forget the heartache of your promise.

Discarding these shackles behind me,

I can walk on my own.

I’ll grip my strength

with stumbling fingers,

cursing with mumbling lips,

and find my own Shine

in all of this Darkness.

Leaving me to myself

was a dangerous choice.

I’ve always had the embers to start a fire,

Now this blazing in my chest is unforgiving.

I will use this pain as my weapon,

Sharpened by all of my fallen attempts.

I know I won’t walk with footprints beside me,

But my weapon will clear all the Valleys

that lay ahead.

Next to You( Poetry)

I saw my caution turning into regret

And my grip on confidence tightened.

Your words weren’t needed,

I already knew you didn’t feel the same.

Although, living without ever knowing

The feeling of your lips would forever haunt me.

I left my pride and ego at the car door,

Standing in front of you naked in truth.

Forgive what must of been seen as being forward.

It might of been my last chance

To show you where my heart wishes to lay.

Next to a Good Woman.

Forgive me (Poetry)

Forgive me Lord, for I am simply blind…

I don’t know where your blessings have gone.

I tried to search among this agony,

But these tears I choke on hide all but the Cause.

Can’t you Please walk with me again?

I feel more alone than usual…

I wish my voice was stronger,

This shame must be the silencing kind.

For my prayers only come out in whispers,

Full of silent sobs and cries…

I’m waiting for your breath

To fill these tired and broken lungs,

So I can breathe the way I was suppose to;

Without this concrete dust of sin

Weighing me down…

Forgive me Lord,

So I can Forgive myself…

I can’t live this life,

feeling like I’m not living anymore…

2 short poems

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You were never my purpose,
Only my inspiration.
And when you showed me your scars,
I only saw your beauty.
Never knowing they had already consumed you.
Since you’ve stolen the color from my lips,
I only dream in shades of black and tears
Replaying Your lies in an endless loop.

Ruins
Ruins, where the dust gathers
Along side my debilitating thoughts.
An echo of my heart,
Decayed into cob webs where
Not even lowly insects will nest.
This is where you can find me,
In ruins.

Staggering (Poetry)

**I’m Sorry**

Staggering..
because when your world crumbles,
it’s hard to stand up,
and the more you try to reach out
the more you realize you’ve hurt others too.
What a pit in the stomach kind of feeling.
I’m sorry. I know you’ll read this.
You should stay away from me,
Monsters tend to attract other Monsters.
There’s a basement below Rock Bottom,
it’s called Purgatory.
A home for some.
I need to wash these things called hands,
I’ve left too many finger prints where they
don’t belong.
Leave me to fade.
though Sorrow fills these words,
Truth outlines them.