A Fool's Confession

Dreams are but dreams...fickle minded imagination creating some very extraordinary bouts of hope...hope that the world is as simple as you see it...even when reality strikes with full force, a slap bang across the face, a wake up call you can't ignore....yet stupid stupid heart refuses to listen... there is so much pain, so much loss and yet it pays no heed.... there is no reason, no logic to such things..... As they say "heart does things for reasons, reason can't understand".........

Bonds and Bondages

purple, yellow, red, orange, pink

a multitude of colors

today, tomorrow, forever..

then Black

radiant music, sinful ecstasy

a cacophony

today, tomorrow, forever..

then Silence

sweet, sour, bitter, smooth

an essence

today, tomorrow, forever..

then Platitude

mirth, tears, frowns

a desire

today, tomorrow, forever..

then Distance

Incomplete Perfection

The eyes speak a million languages, 

Lips part to enchant, 

Every breath wet with meaning 

Yet the being so incomplete?  

The soul so full of fire, 

Face reflects the flame, 

Each movement so hypnotic 

Yet the being so incomplete?   

Pristine is the grace 

Incessant is the charm, 

Every word is captivating 

Yet the being so incomplete?   

The heart throbs for no pain 

Silent is all passion 

Soul naught does forbear 

Shall the being then stay complete?