Otherwise – Forever

“You are full of questions,
but answer none of mine.
Bit unfair, Lovey.”

“Oh, honey,
that’s how I roll.
You know this
after how long???
I take without giving.”

“No, no, it is not always.
It is past many years,
wretch,
that I have been attached to you
with chains,
I cannot wrest away.
Longer,
because you owned me
prior.
You are the enigma that
restlessness invokes
amid paradises
of supposed pleasure.

Yeah, keep that one for your
letter trove.

Escape is no frigging option.
Still, I am the villain.
I love you,
when love
is not your
purpose.
You desire to be
the bait,
then when the wild
beast
is captive, to run away.
I am willing to play
your game
because I enjoy
your peculiar brand
of pain.

Here lies the rot:
You have had your loves,
more lasting
than my own,
but somehow you are
not all away,
because
in your depths,
you realize
my heart is
your home,
but only at
a distance,
because you fear what
we would be
come into our own.

And here I have awoken
with ink
all over me, again,
and am yet to
discover why.
Perhaps even in
sleep
words
keep me company
as will never
the love I want.

Am I so dangerous?”

Counted Syllabics

Knowledge is, is not
Secure enough for full trust,
Hidden remains, much.

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Strange, strange, and stranger
The games we all join and play
To avoid boredom.

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Finding it again
An unlikely happening
Still, we keep dreaming.

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There exist moments
Of which none possess knowledge
Even those present.

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Where did we find it?
How were we bound around it?
Why does it exist?
Though it guards it jealously –
Perhaps love knows the answer.

Prompt: I played with Haiku and a Tanka here. Should you wish, do some of your own.

Gratitude:
After days of shortage, I finally slept.
The gift of writing.
The gift of reading.
The presence of my dogs.
The luxury of time alone.

Willing Walls

Every rock feels like a wall
Weighted on the edges fit
To gloss right over
Enjambment holding words, lines
Together sentenced inside
The poem, river stones
Smoothed yet separated like
Those who secrets keep
Under mounds stacked much
Higher than maybe any desire.

Constant, no buyer
For the passions readily
Acquired under siege
Of rolling onslaught, bolder
Than before romance tendered.

The song, melodious surrender,
Now love, revoke the walls built
On forgotten dreams
Turn to see what such fascination
Means as inspiration – flames –
Creativity, freedom inclination,
No mystery tearing down
Careful barriers
Constructed to prohibit feral
Growth as if nothing is enough.

Love is no stone though
One might throw, causing ripples
On the surface, it seems time
Is only these shared moments,
All other becomes deprivation extreme,
A heart can be open
Or remain as hard as a stone;
The bedrock alone
Challenged with an anomalous difference
Which may be given and shown,
Love is and becomes the soul’s true home.

Kept

Forbidden entrance
The remains
Though shattered
Survive, alive
With curiosity,
Wondering
How reason
Keeps pace when
Alone all is
Nothing.

A steady fall
Of rain
Washing recollection
Into ditches
Run with clay.

A deep ocean regret
Roars a forward tide
Booming a cave
Where mysteries
Like ghosts hide;
A twine of trellis
Roses with bloodied
Thorns
Upward climbs.

Language aspires
To expand intellect
With fine rhetoric;
Somehow
Encouraging noisome
Ravens to disperse,
Shades, shadows depart.

Love ransomed,
Life sparkles.

Prompt: Create something about a circumstance you overcame or would like to go beyond.

Captive Surprise

Music plays me
With fluctuating
Emotions,
Leaving me
To feel
Who I am,
So real,
Alone,
But not
Without you.
I doubt I am
Strong enough
To make it
Through
All I need
To accomplish,
But I shall try
Because my
Heart beats
Your rhythm
Forever,
Always.
I gave up
Knowing who,
What I am –
Only you
Can
Define me.
As I am
Refined,
Your love
Carries away
Those things
Not building
A better me.
Somehow all
The time
It is more of
You
I find.