To Know And Love; the only truth

I have seen visions which I have been told
are not real.
I have held beliefs which have built my foundations
only to be washed away.
I have heard and seen a real-life angel
but never was it mine.
I have touched and kissed the hand of beauty
yet never known love.

If there is one truth, one knowledge that
can be attained in this life,
a truth that can envelope and surround us,
it is the truth of love. But I have never truly known
love, and so I continue in hope, in faith
that I will one day know truth.

A Question on the Mind… Wait

The thoughts are raging once again;
clouding my judgement and inner sight.
Even the writing looks wrong. The eyes
of the poet replaced by evil. Or is it?
Well there are too many maybe’s to
ever try to understand, to comprehend,
but even if it isn’t evil, it can’t be right.
Maybe if I let this evil-or-not go,
the true heart will come and find me.
But I am no longer superstitious and
no longer believe in the unbelievable.
So do I put my faith in myself?
Do I put my trust in the unknown future?
Must religion be reconsidered?
But a leap of faith… My train of thoughts
are interrupted by the virtual…
Virtual and virtue; is it? No. ?

Virtulust

Living in a world of virtual reality
that changes the here and now into
never and always. But I’m not
inside the machine, it is in my mind.
In real reality, I am in a time of post-
virtulust. That history, those times of
confusion between body, mind, and
numbers is over, yet the memories
plague my mind. Even worse, in the
virtual realm, time has not changed.
If I fall into the pit of yesterday, now
is as real as it once was. My one transgression
will plague me forever and always.

A Passed By Lover

What was her name?
What was her name?
The forgotten connection of a maybe love,
what was her name?

Where do I look?
Where are you now?
You’re invisible in front of me,
but where are you now?

Who do I turn to
to find out your name?
I made a mistake by ignoring the obvious.
Just what is your name?

How do I let go?
How do I let go?
I am a fool for letting you slip through my fingers.
Can I ever forget?

Worth

All I’ve ever asked for,
dreamed of and desired
are for those haunting words
to be given to me.

All I’ve ever prayed for,
wanted and needed
is a promise of
meaningful tomorrow’s.

All I ever receive,
get back and hear
is the undeserved love
of everyone else.

Who decided I mean less?
What makes me worthless?
Why is the world cut from me?
Because of the empty others.

The King: Cold & Alone

Frail and lonely
in his golden years,
his children
leave him be.
See, he chose
his heart a long
time ago, and
it lay with flesh,
not blood. His
love had order,
and his heirs
were below;
now his sad state
is alone.
He chose a
girl’s heart over
his own flesh
and blood,
but she is gone.
Now the king
rests at his throne,
shiv’ring ‘midst July
sun. Alone, he
has given up
his son.

Broken Sonnet

A stumble into remnants of
a lost understanding of the world
permits friendships rekindled,
love reunited. But it was not
the same that was felt before.
Friends had become but
foreign strangers; and stranger still
were the friendly strangers
of new. All things do not heal
with time, but everything changes
as the sun rises and falls.
Just the haunting of ‘once were”s
and ‘never again”s are left
in the chapel. Tomorrow has come.
The melting of time is a reality of now and never.
Let tomorrow always come, and memories last forever.