Pain

No masochist was I born,

            That pain be craved lest I die.

But life enduring,

            Experiences incurring,

                        No choices always have I.

The pain of heart, not inherent to suborn,

            Weighs heavily in face of lie.

For spirit to revive,

            Heart must contrive,

                        To defeat pain and survive.

Let those who would harm,

            With behaviors so cruel,

Wallow in false glory,

Their pleasures just story,

  Denied by moral bounty.

Rejoice in triumph, heart pain soon disarm,

            For no yesterday be today a rebirth.

Tempt not the fates, sorrow be bought,

            Let revenge be not sought,

                        Ere all come to naught.

Shuttered Heart

Doom not the heart to tears of mourning,

Withdrawal of love may oft engender.

For lack of words, the voice goes still,

            Sting of loss entwines as spirit doth meander.

Once strength of love betrayed the past,

            Overcoming pain and sorrow.

Injured hearts reaching out, love to mend their wounds,

            Each seeking a new tomorrow.

But one yet stands, lost midst emotions,

            Fears of spirit bind to wasteland of confusion.

Yet wanders young soul, searching for a reason

Thoughts a sea, mind deep in illusion.

Does love know the way, a light within the darkness,

            Can any truly say, in life is no conflict?

For what be the battle, if not for a heart’s desire,        

            To free one’s spirit, tragic memories to evict.

Let hearts not be sealed, with shutters of despair,

            Throw open the gates of regret, unbind chains of woe,

Prepare the heart for renewal,

            That love you may ever know.

How Do I Know?

A person did wonder, answers oft sought,

“Is it love I feel, or has lust cast its spell?

How do I know my feelings be true?

No guide of life nor sage does foretell.”

From deep in spirit should arise plaintiff cry.

“Love is not gold, nor diamonds to own,

Cease all your drivel, abide now my words.

For love is a gift, greatest ever known.”

“Whilst beauty of flesh beguiles those too willing,

It is never to preserve hearts so eager.

For time, its keeper, tariff of years must we pay,

Perhaps love’s purse is tragically meager?”

“Harken, my child that you may know,

Voice of ages imparts truth; oppose lie.

To see honest beauty your heart so desires,

Look to the blossom with a blind man’s eye.”

“Be not swayed by false promises,

Nor surrender to sweet words,

But borrow from the deaf, listen with your spirit,

To the sonata of flowers and songs of Hummingbirds.”

“For love is not tangible, negotiable nor bought,

Not fleeting nor ever meant to free.

Love is a commitment, not easily sustained,

Bonding like spirits by their heart’s decree.”

“Forsake false desires,

Fleeting beauty does portray,

Seek the truth within,

That your love will never betray.”

Lost in the Forest

Would forest creatures, big and small,

Not exactly related to humans at all,

Freely impart wisdom to prevent man’s fall?

Have we creatures denied past,

Seeking only to make our lives last,

While defeating purpose our dies we cast?

Did once our time as gods be lost,

Immortality gone; our spirits did exhaust,

Future generations ever to know cost?

Time not gone, we can overcome,

For among the stars, still shines our sun,

Once we acknowledge harm may be undone.

Awaken your spirits, learn from our earth,

Wisdom and skills needed, our minds new worth,

Lest mistakes of the past prevent rebirth.

Take only what’s needed, share all that you gain,

Give to our Mother, that which is best to retain,

Respect Her wisdom, if you wish to remain.

Reconcile

Woe the soul, its spirit worn

Wounds of guilt betray the heart,

Ne’er release to love anew,

Chains of fault keep lovers apart.

What end may come,

 If restate what was,

Will thrice spent mortar,

Build stout wall of cause?

History need never deny,

Brash choices made in haste,

Let future hold none but truth

For harmony of souls, love again be chaste.

Face facts of blame, cleanse the spirit,

Seize the hour to own the day,

Accept your pain, grief, and despair,

For want of flesh, you did betray.

For love the goal,

No price too steep,

An abundance awaits,

True souls to reap.

Love is Here

Love, LOVE I shout from highest peak,

Forthright truth be what I seek.

For humble creature though I may be,

Love’s longing is no stranger to me.

To feel warmth of someone’s smile,

True blessing felt do senses beguile.

Upon light breeze, so gently borne.

The scent of you, foul stench suborn

Touch of a hand, so gentle to qualm,

Fears of denial, rejection to calm.

Your lips soothing upon my cheek,

My limbs forsake, my fears now meek.

Within my arms, you place your faith,

Overcome all doubt, cast out vile wraith.

Love, LOVE I cry, in voice so clear,

Love at last, has drawn me near.

The Man That Is Deke

He took a stand, defying old pain,

Facing vile assailant, his honor to gain.

Though small in stature, a contemporary David,

He stood his ground, ill fate he cheated.

With strength of will, forgetting the past,

Determination his armor, that this be the last.

He beset his Goliath, not with sling or stones,

But with cunning and speed, did offend with knee bones.

With cry of delight, his missiles well placed,

Once evil intentions were rapidly outpaced.

Laying fears aside, with help of dear friend,

Process began, bringing evil to its end.

Exposing his accoster, those to end sport.

Brought ease to memory, and joy to the court.

No One Asked Why

No One Asked Why

Throughout my life of times and trials,

          I met all challenges on my own.

Faced shame and abuse all sans love,

          My pain and sorrow suffered alone.

Would that I, complex being that I am,

          Deserve more defense did I once implore!

Yet naysayers once thought loving kin,

          Denied my tears my pain did ignore.

I grew to a man, oft suffering pains of child,

          My spirit a jungle, desperate to survive.

With strength of will, and quill in hand,

          I commenced to confront those who did contrive.

In wanton denial, condemnation was rampant,

          “You lie to invent, your stories ill-written.”

“You deserve your pain, don’t blame those now gone!”

          Came calls from unknowing, truth no burden.

In abandoned confusion, no basis in fact,

          Their voices did raise in profound accusation.

Their disputes emotional, reasoning all lost,

          Principal goal my eternal damnation.

Throughout the turmoil, midst lies and deceit,

          Not one defender stood, the deluge to deny,

No voice did I hear, in argument of reason,

          Raging in pain, “No one asked why!”

Love You

Beside me, lost in a world I may not enter, you sleep.

Your countenance tranquil, gentle the face dearest to me.

What wonders to amaze, do your dreams reveal, in languor so deep?

Will you remember, will you share, provide me the key?

As I lay here, loving you is so easy, a blessing in my time.

Had I once thought my heart to capture, a love so pure as yours?

Would that I, once lost soul, be granted the treasure of making you mine?

            If this be my dream, may I never wake to write memoirs.

Beauty of You

Forgive me my love, for I be but mere mortal,

            Flawed in my being, unskilled in many graces. 

 The joys of my life how acutely banal,

For no Adonis am I to turn myriad faces.

Yet still, you chose me, accepted my hand,

            Promised commitment, to honor as one,

You remain by my side, my strength to expand.

            Our union ever sealed accessible by none.

A fool might soon ask, how can this be,

            A wise man might say, only love will ever know.

For deep in ourselves, well-hidden that none may see,         

Lay reserves of true emotions not meant just for show.

Once lost, blind to all meaning, thoughts immune to sin,     

Naked, my spirit now secured by your devotion

You opened your heart, drew me deep within,

            You touched me, your love now my talisman.