Disposed
~
I will look no more
stripped of desire my dreams will dissolve
into a sewer of leftover ones
discarded by many,
and only to appear in places like this
where they will be stored
among electronic bits.
I will take a few, if the time comes
when thirsty for life
I may kindly devolve
the ones that exist
but only in my words
if any,
for I’ll look no more.
–
H.O
~
Ah! but how short lived this high
of words laced with emotions
seeking a fix title after title
with the soft feel of the keys
under my trembling fingers
while the rush of a moment lingers
after each rhyme my mind appease,
and in that moment I feel entitled
to believe this crazy notion
that words will help me fly.
–
H.O
Disenchantment
~
Dreaming of perfect love an aging disillusion
with bitterness of trial hidden among wrinkles
created within rooms of a mind in seclusion,
no stars left to wish upon the brightest twinkle
when dreams become stale in a final conclusion.
~
And such part it plays this search of a lifetime
our human nature mocking the reality of things
when there is no such love of perfectly sublime
if to soar and to fly may require to grow wings
which cannot acquire when we run out of time.
–
H.O
Agone
~
What we leave behind stays behind
some in shadows, some in light
pain or joy, some alike.
What we take has no essence
but the flavor of emotions
within ashes we may find,
it has no presence
in a road already written
and a path already drawn,
but we hold such silly notions
in the recess of our mind
that a story be rewritten
when we know the time is gone
and what’s gone stays behind.
–
H.O
Light
~
If I wasn’t here
what would you do my dear?
Your guiding hand I became
first a father then a friend.
You defined love for me
as I defined stability and care
and if I wasn’t here
would you be prepared
to ignite the flame
that will guide your life
until the very end?
~
If I wasn’t here
would you remember me?
Old movies like hidden treasures
to be played alone
with no bitter tears,
for even when I’m gone
I’ll remain a light
for your life adventures
as you have been mine
for so many years.
~
And if I wasn’t here
my beautiful daughter
in my words you’ll find
everything I am
and I passed along
so you will understand
because you are my light
I won’t be alone.
…
H.O
Terminus
~
I can hear a familiar tongue
in words escaping your mind
a distant memory of child dreams
left forgotten in sand castles.
I was then foolish and young
always looking for the extremes
until waves washed away
the castles I wish I could find
when my life became a hassle
and I live now day by day.
~
I will return to that place
in ashes within her hand
and with the water embrace
my castles left on the sand.
–
H.O.
Afterimage
~
A stranger I am to my own
an afterimage of a reflection
deceived by poems and songs
of who I was, a clone
of my mind-self belongs
only to my own deception.
~
But none told of the impossibility
walking on clouds a skill
I sought with perfection
discovering my unique inability
to find happiness in my direction
and my empty glass fill.
~
And when I look up at the sky
I see droplets of crystals and water
instead of castles and giants
while the ground feels hard and dry
I’m no longer defiant
when dreams no longer matter.
H.O
