a pretty picture:
but who sunbathes
on a stony beach
on Long Island
in February
Tag: truth
An Indifferent Lover
In your arms are my salvation
and yet the fear that this haven
be taken from me
Knowing I am your mercy
I pretend a foolish
nonchalance
Armor
this iron heart
you’ve fashioned
is a good mimicry
but never will it
fool me
Truth
They say dogs watch
Only half of their human’s face
Where the eye is prone to be
More honest and each flutter
And twitch pulls deep
From behind the mask we all wear
For each other but never
For our canine lovers
True Love’s Kiss
If you are not mine
Then do not be his
Or I shall tear asunder
That chain which binds you.
He who speaks
In forked tongue
Honeyed entrapment
Foul and black —
If only I could have
Awakened you
To truth.
Alas, in lieu
Of an impotent kiss
There is only:
Bloodshed
This is the harsh truth, I’ll sugarcoat it none
Games of luck and games of chance
Flying a kite on a warm summer’s day
Are wonderful, stress-free pastimes
Those childhood modes of play.
But do not think to tinker with my heart
To take it apart and wait until I erect it again
Do not mistake an emphatic “NO” for a start
And resume those cruelest forms of trickery.
That façade that proclaims kindness is false
That smile only searches for a new toy to break
Like a self-deluded hero
You mistake a friend as a vampire to stake.
And though I loved you, and showed myself true
I love myself more, than to be treated so by you.
Naive
If I wear my heart on my sleeve
It is from trust and acceptance
It is from seeing only the best in you.
This world which is dark and cynical
Can never destroy the best of me
Which allows me to love and be loved in return.
War & Peace
Fierce intentions crystallize
With actions hybridize
Movements opposite totalize
Wars consume and monopolize
Slice of heaven toppled and eulogized
Honesty euthanized
Truth brutalized
History resurrected and demonized
Peace, a moment, realized
Cycle
Repeat
Cynical
Once the lies were truth
A someday was a promise
Hope, a gilt veneer
In Good Company
Small talk with friends
And small talk with strangers;
How different is the afterwards —
Truth and polite fiction