A Road that Twists

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A Road that Twists

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A road that twists around and round

with every step on wearing ground

I’m farther now from such reprieve

amid my dreams and what achieved.

And time has formed a hardened crust

around my heart that slowly bled

with twists and turns that lay ahead

where I’ll become the shifting dust.

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

Puzzle

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Puzzle

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Piece by piece we come together

parts barely fitting with smooth edges,

hard to fit between the wedges

of tight closed fingers-

And life goes on, desire lingers

while weaving dreams that fell apart,

but piece by piece with ever part

we fit together we become clear,

year after year

a picture forms that we can see

a part of you, a part of me.

And every piece we place and match

in between love and pain we catch

a glimpse of heavens, if one last piece

with grace attach

to finish all in resting peace-

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

Painted Mirrors

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Painted Mirrors

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Oh reflections of doomed, bodies rot

while adverting the eyes

and the lies, and the lies

Grant me freedom gods of lure

from the chains of desires!

Let me look past the mirrors,

past the flesh and endure

for a while,

time forgot

and left me back with the liars

that reflected the lies,

was it me? I am guilty of much more

and was guilty before

in the mirrors, in the mirrors.

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

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Un-defined-me

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Is that what I am?

 A passing shadow high above

that leaves no mark and take no space-

So brief this moment which I dwell

a loving heart, a stranger’s face

the wings I had before I fell.

And what I was? I now may ask-

A gentle soul with dreams entwined

that lost its way time after time,

a tired man, a broken mask

of who or what left undefined-

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H.O