Seeds

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Seeds

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It is sad how life changes, emotions dwindle

as the light of passion with the years subside-

And I try to hold on, something must be worth

to keep tucked away when it’s cold outside

and loneliness grabs on, something left to spindle

in the everyday that was left from life-

Moving on it’s easier if there’s a place to go

and fresh ground to sow seeds we never scattered,

hoping maybe passion finds a place to rise

and in late Spring blooming our dreams left shattered

into something new may then sprout and grow.

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H.O

“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”

― Robert Louis Stevenson

Hope’s Places

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Hope’s Places

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I hanged my hope in many places

where time sometimes misplaces

life in broken parts,

and broken I become as well

as those who quietly dwell

with broken hearts-

But hope is deaf and blind

such pain in love entwined

so easily discards

when hanging hope in places

that leaves such painful traces

if love so quick departs.

H.O

Dust Covered

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Dust Covered

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Won’t let old things gather around

covered in dust, forgotten by playful hands.

New every morning I leave behind the wants

when unfulfilled become old and stale

with the smell of failure I found

in the passing of time, empty time

marked by each inhale of life we hold

until no more, with each exhale

we learn to leave it behind.

H.O

Mundane

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Mundane

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Mundane, I said and out of my element

but I learned to swim in rivers unknown,

does that makes me better?

I cannot return to the place I’m from

I cannot proceed if I don’t belong

and can only do imitated greatness,

does that makes me better?

If I close my eyes in the darkness find

maps to follow blind,

maybe a place like none

where I may belong,

will that make me better?

H.O

Lessons

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Lessons

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I though reserved was love for each

somewhere kept easy to reach

at the right time-

I thought by right it would be mine

by asking once or twice

only to find there is a price

for letting go, to be alone

in sadness sown

while life shall pass

and love bypass-

I’ve learned that dreams

weaved in the dark will never gleam

and verses forged with greatest pain

will not retain

in every line the emotions bared,

and learned that life will not forgive

but always give,

only if we dared-

H.O

Love, Time, Life

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Love, Time, Life

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I cannot describe love, for I get it wrong,

words lose meaning on my twisted tongue

translation lost between heart and mouth

and seem to get lost, was it north or south?

I cannot describe time, for I lose the sense,

days merge into years becoming past tense

years merge into nothing and cannot recall

if I was there once or if I was there at all.

I cannot describe life, for I can’t understand

if I’m here and why when I hang by a strand

that sustains a heartbeat, and I cannot define

in a word what is life without love and time-

H.O

Done

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Done

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Don’t you see? I’m done, fini, no more of this or that

of chasing dreams or chased in dreams –we call nightmares.

I’m done rehearsing for a dance that danced away

and left me undone – nobody cares

if rainbows shine after the rain,

if clouds have shapes or trees do sway

with tunes we ignore – since deaf we are.

I’m done with love that hides away

the wasted times in search for more

and always wanting to return – what was before

for nothing matters, nothing stay-

I’m done with all, with this or that

with many things I tried to be

but not with life or life with me.

H.O

Scatter

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Scatter

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One last look, the fading of dreams come morning

dissipates in the light where shadows forming

at night bring fears- not enough time to learn

the meaning, things past, holding on to the yearn

of new love, and a touch, and a kiss, and goodbyes.

One last look, understanding the truth behind lies

reflected an image conceived in the darkness

for in blindness, closed eyes can bring sharpness

to the heart, to the mind of a tired old soul.

Once was young, now I’m old, sometimes cold

wraps the heart stripping hope for new day

when my dreams slowly fade and won’t stay.

One last look, for the love always hide in plain sight

blindness set on a distance, nights incite,

lost in dreams dissipating in light.

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H.O

A Path

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A Path

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If my life becomes what if

walking unsteady ground

not for a lack of direction,

maybe a natural selection

 when destiny stepping in

chose a path I never found.

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And accepting that within

answers will slowly appear

if no gods to guide my hand

when everything I ever want

is a life to make my own

on a road not quite so clear

or a path I’ve never known.

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H.O

Redeem

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Redeem

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I wander in search of a better self-

spirit broken but redeemed every sunrise

for every night I dwell on sins

of past and present,

but every morning I wake and rise

and life begins.

No answers left in dreams but how I try

when visit every place

and every night

the searching leaves a trace

to follow in my search for better self.

H.O