Tuesday, October 18, 2016

More than just 'shades'...

There is something on your face I have never seen before,
a foreign object that shades your eyes and masks your brows.

Artwork of the highest quality; finely crafted, perfect luster,
chic, exclusive and complements your beauty with further grace.

It is everything to draw bated breathes and admiring attention to you;
and more than enough to bring back the familiar feelings of troubled unease to me.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Fairy-tale End

With you, out of sight is never out of mind
And your beauty stays ever-green in the eye of this beholder.

Though I am shut out; pushed to the side and in the dark,
I let go not; cos' my love still burns bright and fills my heart as the sun adorns the sky.

In the doorway I am, praying for your everyday,
Watching, willing nothing but the best to come knocking.

Every passing minute in this place, I feel no closure,
Not a single shred of being pulled away from you; or that what we have is over.

For deep down inside, that angel still speaks
And she whispers to me, "this story will have our fairy-tale ending!"

Monday, July 18, 2016

It hurts anyway...

You take a swing,
Or so it appears to my troubled mind!
Is it hint?
Maybe it doesn't hit as intended,
Do I even know it's purpose?
Whatever the case,
It hurts anyway.
Could be a suggestion,
Thought just off the wayside,
Perhaps, sentiment only harmlessly re-echoed,
Not harbored nor accepted,
Just put out for debate in the public courts.
I will never understand why,
But I only see subtle dig,
Right or not,
I want you to know,
It hurts anyway.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Too far gone

Am I too far gone? Past that point of no return!!?

I try to look up ahead, down the dusty road, to see what is at its end... But I can't.

All around, in my midst... It's forlorn, devoid of encouragement in any form.

I want to stop, just give in and take the loss... But when I turn around to look for my start, I can't see it either.

Monday, April 11, 2016


Here I am looking at life from a 'foreign' angle,
As though I am a different me,
A misshapen form removed from the real,
What has become of the once spirited optimism?
That fiery spark that never saw a lost cause,
Or wrong that could not be righted,
Where is that 'little boy' chasing his fairytale...?