I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
A bitter taste
Destroying beauty
People that kill
People who die
Children who wake
From gunshots outside
Families afraid to
Send their children to school
Blood soaked clothing
Of mothers whose
Sons have died in their arms
Guns in the hands
Of the innocent and nefarious
Bombs dropped
Bloodshed in the name of God
Wars for power, land, oil, greed
Mother’s without children
Babies without families
Nations without trust
Humans without Love
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Hope endures faintly
1 drink to warm up
The cold inside
2 to loosen
The tongue
3 to gather courage
4 to reach out
5 to speak
Speak words of truth
Held back for so long
The aphrodisiac
Intensifies our hunger
Then morning….
What have we
Done?
Said?
1 drink to feel
Again…
Immersed in the dessert sun
Her troubles slowly melt away
The sparrows sing
And carry her pain on their wings
She is free
In the dry land
She calls home
If I could escape
Fly far away
You would be there
Nothing holding us back
Oblivious to
Life’s insignificance
Apart from
Our arms embrace
Our lips
Your touch
Caressing me
Day and night
The world would
Cease to spin
A cessation in time
Passion dominating
Us alone
And my heart
At long last
Undarkened
I have forgotten
What longing for another
Feels like
–
A recluse for years
Stuck under
My chosen rock
–
I fear that love
Will continue to
Elude me
Once I return
To humanity
–
That is why
The rock
Has become
My only love
Rarely have I heard
Truth in what was spoken to me
–
Like an extinguisher
My flames were doused
By words
Replaced by rage
–
Until I gave in
–
Lovely words
Fraudulent, falsities of a predator
Weakening my stance
Taking away something in me
Replacing love with fear
–
Words… just words
–
Words no longer hold
Complete validity
–
Meaning lies behind actions
–
Love is in the hands,
Holding the heart,
–
Guiding me
Towards the stars
Towards the truth
–
Words the initiator
–
Truth in the words
Propel love’s momentum
A controlled explosion
–
My flames allowed to burn
Unafraid…
–
Because the truth of love
Allows it to be so.
Where do you go when
Your mind is racing
Your thoughts are
Taking you to unfamiliar places.
–
Do you travel to
Distant places where
Reality doesn’t exist
Time and space are a myth
Or does your heart
Pulse with love,
And the once quiet yearning
Finally breaks loose
Does the anger
The sad regret
Seep from your pores
Allowing you to mourn
Where do you go
When you need
To be free…
Look
Leap
Look before you leap
Leap before you look
Stop
Reach out
Reach in
Deep within
Let them in
Keep them out
Have a heart
Heart on your sleeve
A cold heart
A lonely heart
Safe unbroken heart
Love
Love and get hurt
Hurt before you get loved
No love, no hurt
Alone
There are so many of them.
Not schizophrenic,
Internal diversity.
Full of opinions,
Full of shit perhaps.
Sifting through
The baggage
The positive and negative
Words spoken
True or false
Compiling self,
Deleting self loathing
Building character
Finding a Voice
Speaking out loud…
BW©️
A cascade of tears
Flow down my face
My heart becomes
A cavern of empty dreams
There is no next chapter
Written from here
I must start over
Hone a new craft
That will become me
Hold my head high
And wear the crown
That carries hope
B.A. Wilcox © 