Desolation
~
Desolated, some will wander
into places made of walls.
Windowless rooms where no one calls
and light escapes into rainbows
far away,
other’s lives, here it aches
and it’s cold
in the dark, in decay
desolated, some will come
to these places made of walls-
–
H.O
July 20, 2019
“The heart can get really cold if all you’ve known is winter.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz
This Restlessness
~
Love did not appease
this restlessness
that hangs in my heart,
a lighthouse in a distance
guiding me towards illusive shores.
And when will it give, if so far
from this flesh my mind soars
high above, but this need
won’t placate.
Ashes will rise and fall
while memories are stranded
in this restlessness
that hangs in my heart.
–
H.O
July 17, 2019
“Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him from the river, from the twinkling stars at night, from the sun’s melting rays. Dreams and a restlessness of the soul came to him.”
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
Briefly
~
I am a sunset
painting shades
of orange gold
to be remembered,
briefly.
I stamp my print
on shifting sands
defining moments
I cannot hold
the rising tide,
briefly.
I am a rush of wants
in someone’s eyes,
the stormy clouds
across the skies,
briefly
I am
–
H.O
July 16, 2019
“One clear moment, one of trance
One missed step, one perfect dance
One missed shot, one and only chance
Life is all…but one fleeting glance.”
― Sanober Khan
It Tended Well
~
It tended well,
spring came home to nest in dreams
where love once grew near flowing streams
of words, and more than once
among these words the joy of rhyme
made all believe it could be mine,
to keep and be amidst this place
so filled with pain and love entwined.
It tended well,
when winds of fall slowly replaced
the love and dreams I once embraced
with sadness worn across my heart
for things that passed,
and words seemed hard
to mend and sort amidst this place
so filled with hope and love entwined.
It tended well,
then winter froze the flow of wants
desires lost in broken arms
where love once laid in tender hold,
now words just fade
when softly left amidst this place
so filled with loss and love entwined-
–
H.O
July 9, 2019
“Like a speeding train
I am passing by…
I don’t know
where I’m heading
with whom or why
all I know is that
I will never, ever
pass from here again
all I know is I’m skidding forward
on this track of life.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
Was
~
How deep it goes,
a bottomless pit of regrets,
in passing the fluttering sound
these memories make-
In one breath I keep gasping
my chest feeling barren and cold
and my heart weak and old
soon forgets how it felt
to live life in between
each heartbeat-
–
H.O
June 27, 2019
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
― Søren Kierkegaard
The Fade of Things
~
My skin does not reflect the light,
colors lost in the grayish setting of this day
as I walk among forgotten flowers.
Was there an answer to those dreams?
The water soiled with copper coins it seems
to keep and give us change in wishes gone,
and there are no answers, we bind ourselves
to things that were, the ones that stayed
for we don’t know from hereon
how to walk straight, spreading wings
that never known how far to fly.
Then look again, for I’m still here
among those long-forgotten flowers
with vibrant colors that fade away,
and If I once my presence known
I’m bound to slowly disappear-
–
H.O
June 22, 2019
“We are nothing but shadows
Fading away
Trying to hold on to
This bittersweet life
That we call our own…”
― Ricky Mears
Transformation
~
What do I have, not lost in this shuffle of days,
love, a once blooming flower between pages
dried up like memories I still retain.
What did I find in the pleasure and the pain
of my heartbeats, an illusionary ending if alone
I watch this sunset and my eyes glaze
with a perpetual want that won’t satisfy
these dreams lingering on my pillow.
Oh, but death so alluring as a final feat
to entertain the possibilities of beyond
like a sweet drug that keeps me high
craving the beginning of an end
while I contemplate this life,
to understand my transformation flows
within the ashes of defeat-
–
H.O
June 21, 2019
“There is no perfection, only beautiful versions of brokenness.”
― Shannon L. Alder
