I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
In Your Pocket On the thirty-first of Always On the wrong side of the track I gave my heart to eyes of darkness But they didn't give it back. In the deepest part of midnight 'Twixt the rising and the death I inhaled the hope of sweetness And exhaled a bitter breath. Tantalized, I fell through barbed wire There erected 'round your soul Handed you my greatest treasures Watched them change into fool's gold. Am I lost now that you've found me? Am I falling without wings? You gave me stages that are useless Now I have no voice to sing. What an alchemist you are! What a devil straight from hell! My heart is dust now in your pocket As you smile and wish me well. On the thirty-first of Always Could that I, that day erase Forget the eyes that looked out, taunting From that smiling angel's face. Fools are children without foresight Looking for the things they lack Giving hearts to eyes of darkness That never, ever give them back.
What is It? If love is not love Then what is it? How can it exist If it's not real? If love is not there How can you feel it? And what is a love That you can't feel? What is wanting If you don't want it? And needing something That you don't need? Why is the thing you don't need So all powerful? And how does it grow If you don't plant the seed? How does the heart decide who it loves? Does the mind then, not play a part? All of the thoughts in the brain can't conceive Of the emotions that live in the heart. The heart is an entity all of it's own No one can control it by will Your mind can demand and command it But the heart hears and goes it's way, still. I do not want to love you I had made no plans, you see I didn't count on you entwining yourself Till you became a part of me. I didn't want to want you I didn't need the pain I had hurt so much from love's cruel touch And I didn't want to hurt again. I really tried to run away When that feeling did approach I resisted everything I saw in you That my lonely heart needed the most. But the heart became my master And my mind just sighed and left For it knew that soon my heart would break And that I'd find myself, bereft. And so I am and so it did And love's wounds have cut me deep As my heart reached out to hold onto Something it could never keep. You tell me love cannot be real In this place and space and time Because your own heart does not feel The love I feel with mine. And though that might be true for you That doesn't make it so Not thinking, I reached my hands to love And with the same hands, must let it go. If this love is not love Then what is it? How can it exist If it's not real? If my love for you Is not something that's true Then tell me, what is this heartbreak I feel? You can't tell me my mind has imagined When my mind warned me not to partake My mind only has one thing in common With the heart and that's both of them break. But only love can break a heart That thing that God gave man And only He knows the secret to how Love can heal that heart again.
