Absolve
You are not darkness but misunderstood light
a liberator of flesh binding chains
seeking to emancipate my soul,
you are freedom that becomes my right
as the blood running through my veins.
What’s left disappointments and pains
and what I keep will forever behold
is what I seek in the midst of my fight,
you are the light and not darkness at all.
H.O.
Intent
You left your pride behind
to carry forth the binding shame,
the guilt that feeds your thirsty mind,
the crave for more,
but not to blame
when lost in life you cannot find
what was before.
We all get lost one day or other
and seek relief
from all the pain,
to just forget or to believe
and not to bother
when our lives are not the same.
And now you try
your broken life to just restore
and swallow pride,
to try again your soul to bare
so walk ahead and see what’s there.
H.O.
Transparency
If I could show myself inside out
you could see the beauty of all
everything hidden and all the love I behold.
If I could hang my feelings around my neck
everyone would see without a doubt
that only my body it’s turning old
and hate or jealousy only a speck
let out to dry in my gentle soul.
If my heart could become crystal clear
it would show all the empty spaces
left from past lovers and people dear.
If my mind was open for all to see
it would show remembered faces
and untold stories and hidden pain
or how my life was supposed to be.
But this flesh a cloud over my light
keeping me hidden struggling in vain
when willing to give up without a fight.
H.O.
Agave
A shot of tequila, maybe two
a borrowed cat next to me, sleepy cat
and an empty house full of ghosts.
Life lacking and that is that
emptiness following too
and nothing is coming back.
Did I mentioned he is not my cat?
Three shots of tequila now
but things don’t seem to improve
and I don’t know how.
At least I have a cat
but wait, that’s not true.
Four shots of tequila, yes four
and I don’t care anymore.
H.O.
Some memories are better left behind,
to not disturb the settling dust,
to leave confined
in dark recesses of the mind
those things we fear and cannot trust,
those memories will make us blind.
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Some memories are better to keep alive,
to bathe in them when feeling sad
to just revive
when feeling anguish and deprived
or missing things we never had,
those memories to keep we strive.
H.O.
Retrospect
Cold sheets clinging to lonely skin
binding dreams of love together
when loneliness along has been
a reality hiding behind my door-
If alone I am and may be forever
no stranger, alone I was before
and nothing changes anymore.
~
Hard pillow hiding my dreams
now stained with dried up tears,
but nothing is what it seems
when alone I sleep every night
with my pillow hiding my fears-
If alone I am, alone I hold tight
hoping at the end I’ll be alright.
H.O.
There is a time for everything-
Not knowing what burns my soul,
“hang on to the moment!”– I’m told
in my attempts to find anything,
but too many of them passed by
too many times saying goodbye
when none I was able to hold.
~
There is place for all we are-
Alone may be the answer I seek
but words of company I speak.
Failed attempts to break apart
the emotions shading my eyes,
and someone said- “it’s all lies!”
“You are not alone or unique!”
H.O.
A picture of my mind would suffice,
it’ll show passion behind sagging skin
and all the things I fervently treasure,
it would give a view of my pleasure
from all the places I have been
and all the people I have seen.
A picture of my mind would entice
a desire to know me more
and forget the count of years
or a life that’s turning old,
when you’ll look into my eyes
all you’ll see behind the door
is a life absent of fears,
and a window to my soul.
H.O.
I race along not looking back
afraid to lose my way,
I run as fast leaving behind
whatever caused the pain,
and on my way I gasp for life
being short of breath,
being short of time,
I race along not looking back
afraid of what’s behind.
H.O.
Catalyst
Head spinning, thoughts mixed with wine seem to dance
to the tune of regrets found in the memories now past
silence able to dig them out while I drink the wine fast
in attempts to swallow them all, but they advance
taking hold of my mind as I drown in wasted sorrow,
a moment of my life with no yesterday or tomorrow.
~
Voices dead to my ears resonate with vivid loudness
and long gone kisses feel fresh on my lips as I drink
faster now, keeping up with life flashing on a blink
of what is to be a moment of dubious soundness.
How they coalesced with the redness in the glass
intoxicated memories and regrets that won’t last.
H.O.
