The ellipse of your lips would have left me breathless
If it were not for the numbness of my wavering cells
Calling for the perfect end to my own foolish mistakes
Making gestures in those neonatal myopic moments
Many other people like you spewing paper-cut words
Continuing to slice through the doors of my existence
Sharp but remaining hollow with their empty promises
You are poised to perfection in those slick rubber halls
And my whitewashed dreams longed to hold you there
Enough to analyze distances between truth and fiction
Sufficient to see a clear way out of misunderstanding
I had an alter-personality within to deal with this mess
But it was too occupied with the reality of virgin white
Trying to emulate the fiber of my incandescent puberty
Just two steps from the eternity of old phantom wishes
You stood in doorways obstructing all that would enter
Turning the visitors of random thought and idea away
Unable to reason with your world of contemptuous lies
Your plastic syllables designed to confuse and divert me
And I could see in your eyes that you also wanted out
I saw that you were already turned half-mast to the exits
I caught myself in mid-sentence losing my concentration
I pulled away and suddenly I stood alone, disconnected
There would be no extension cord to let me venture out
I would be tethered to the circle of my own vicious doubt
Like a dog chained to a tree one too many times around
Barking at the full moon without even hope of happiness
The lights would go on momentarily and then abruptly off
Just a kind of teaser to let me know what could have been
Just to let me know that someone was home albeit briefly
But I would be left outside looking in without any answers
So now I anxiously await for you to throw me a tiny bone
Just a sign from you so I can be certain you know I exist
Go ahead and leave so you can prepare your bath again
So that way you can wash the filth of my words off of you
For tomorrow you will awaken without even one memory
And then our cycle of silence will be repeated once again
Bleach away my love and affection for they are past tense
The tattoo of my presence in your life has long ago faded
Just as you no longer walk softly upon my fragile dreams
I will not linger in the shadows of your insidious presence
You have wasted my time lighting all the wrong candles
A hypocrite enjoying your precious freedom while I slept
Stopping off briefly to spoon feed me these plastic truths
You can attempt to feed me but know that I am not biting
I have left for you have given me more than I can swallow
*based on a factual relationship that I had many, many, many years ago
Some very expressive expressions: "Lighting all the wrong candles", "incandescent puberty", "spewing paper-cut words"... and many others.
I can imagine what "plastic truths" or "syllables" are. Very interesting.
Amor,
I love the tone of vulnerability in this piece. These are feelings not easily expressed by most of us and that's something I can appreciate for it's not a forte of mine. There are so many moments of this poem I can relate to, maybe even in a different way than intended. One of your best!
Sheila
An intense relationship, Amor ... one which attaches to the soul for a lifetime. It is as if you sliced open a vein onto the page. So well done! ~Elizabeth
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 25, 2011
For a while I was thinking that you doth protest too much, and was actually doing a bit of begging the the bone to be thrown. As I kept reading, however, I understood that the relationship you have described was full of one-sided passion and in fact the other side was playing at love. Good rant.
wow this is not a one-time read...every soulful line is relatable to anyone who's ever been in a fading toxic love affair...yet cannot release or be released. absolutely compelling...am anxious to re-read and re-read...kudos amor
I love how you have woven modern technology into this timeless quandary that could have been written in Roman times. It is also interesting that you did not include the computer.
I can tell that it's based on truth because the lines brought out the best in you. The more strongly we are affected by events, the better we write about them. This is nothing short of great writing and poetry.
Amor,
i've read this several times
and each reading i get lost in it again,
lost in its images, the depths of its nuances and complexities,
lost in its feeling of pain and personal salvation
and such mature understanding of how and who and what we are.
In admiration,
“Being a couple yet free is our next challenge on the evolutionary ladder. This book successfully helps us unravel the myths that block that achievement. It does it with warmth, with readability, and with balance. It recreates everyday problems and
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I can imagine what "plastic truths" or "syllables" are. Very interesting.
Axilea
Blessings,
Christine
Regis
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Newfie Hugs, Rose
I love the tone of vulnerability in this piece. These are feelings not easily expressed by most of us and that's something I can appreciate for it's not a forte of mine. There are so many moments of this poem I can relate to, maybe even in a different way than intended. One of your best!
Sheila
~Amor~
Opening this old wound, I
would bandage, if I could
As with your writing of it
was so sincere, I cried
Lady Vivian
Peace
Tony
I can tell that it's based on truth because the lines brought out the best in you. The more strongly we are affected by events, the better we write about them. This is nothing short of great writing and poetry.
Ron
Hugs!!
Love Tinka
i've read this several times
and each reading i get lost in it again,
lost in its images, the depths of its nuances and complexities,
lost in its feeling of pain and personal salvation
and such mature understanding of how and who and what we are.
In admiration,
John