When Eyes Deceive

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When Eyes Deceive

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Not enough I feel sometimes

to be a flame-

And would you say I measure well?

But I’m afraid  the eyes deceive

my inner shape,

and for that alone I am to blame-

Through days I left so much behind

just walked away,

when couldn’t see the bright array

of flowers laid across my road,

I am afraid the eyes deceive

what’s truly mine,

betrayed by skin and brittle bones

I am afraid the eyes deceive,

and a road of flowers

turn into stones-

H.O

May 11, 2018


“It’s not what you say out of your mouth that determines your life,

it’s what you whisper to yourself that has the most power!”

― Robert T. Kiyosaki

Nesting

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Nesting

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It is all temporary-

Time like Jello appears liquid and fools

will drink it with delight,

I’ll stay longer, it is comfort I seek

avoiding the uncomfortable I sleep

in shadows under artificial light-

Look at me!

My imperfect perfections

stand out under your fingers

counting your reality,

mine bitterly lingers

after each smile fades away.

But it is all temporary,

a place to rest from a journey

stale at times in decay-

It is all temporary

and I won’t stay-

H.O


“My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?”

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

Freedom

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Freedom

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What shall I do with all this freedom?

Time set between sunrise and sunset

and what I want and what could get

without leftover worries or obligations

unraveling a life with simplifications

for nothing I must do unless I choose,

nothing left to pay with years past due

if only one to love twenty four seven,

I can stretch around in my own heaven

and be the person I wanted to become

while madness around possessing some

when the only challenge to overcome

is what shall I do with all my freedom?

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