A love Poem

We have reached the end;
it saddens me to say.
I need you to know
the end takes naught away
from your beauty
and special meaning to me.

I love you
rightly or wrongly
for so much,
and that hasn't changed
regardless of where we are.

I love you for who you are
even if it is not enough
even if, perhaps,
what drew us together
ended up tearing us apart.

I'll always remember
the way we were
together.
I'll treasure
what we've shared
deep in my heart,
tucked away
secret, special...
forever.

A long Hall

A long hall
lined with doors
it will take a lifetime
to try them all

I start walking
down the long hall
trying the doors
most of them are locked
some open
but are empty inside
but then one opens
so inviting
and magnificent
I stay for awhile
but
nothing lasts forever

As I continue to walk
and try the remaining doors
I wonder..
what drives me to continue?
I wonder..
which door will open next?
I wonder..
which doors should I avoid?
but mostly, I wonder..
Why do I stop and turn
and yearn
to go back
to the doors
I've already opened?

The Race

as I run
straight and fast
wearing a blindfold
made of fear,
I feel the weight
of expectation
bearing on my heart.
An exhausted sigh
escpaes my notice
as I struggle
to focus my eyes
on the vast nothingness
that lies ahead.

I never lose a step
I never slow my pace

wherever my goal may lie
I will get there
and destroy
my blindfold.

Hero of Hypocrisy

A silent hero perching proud
on a grand outcropping
(above the rest)
face up, neck craned
soaking in the victorious sun
swollen with self loathing
shivering from false praise
He has done nothing worthy
yet there he stands
and gives face
to the adoring crowds
as they chant his name
"cheer me not" he thinks
as he smiles at the tossed roses
"I've done naught" he cries
but the world does not hear
there he stands
alone
afraid
ashamed...
the crowd roars triumphantly

I hesitate

Standing on the shoulders
of greater men;
on the toes of lesser.
I can see the path
with great clarity
observing all obstacles
from afar.
planning my route.
finally the sun is shining,
the dark behind me.
I think I will climb down
and begin the journey.
or perhaps I will stay here
and enjoy the view
whilst I smile
and dream.
The sun goes down
the dark grows again
the road is fading;
no time to waste
but the sun feels so good on my face.

once upon a dream

Trapped ina cauldron of sadness,
lonely in a castle tower,
dreaming of a fantasy.

The dank cloak illuminates
the white knight in dark clothing.
Shadows of his past shining
in front of him.
Unnatural stillness
on the path, that leads
everywhere.
The grey spotted mount
blindly carrying the burden
weary from the journey.
Slumped over in the saddle-
fading in and out-
blood dripping-
from everywhere-
red soaked honor-
weighs heavy on his soul.
The once valiant cleaver-
shattered,
but still worn at his side.
White snoe turns crimson
as he trails.
A glorious victory
to the end.

The Maze

Living in a maze
without a map
every turn
leads to another
all paths seem the same
I go left
I go right
I've been here before
I walk forward
there are more choices
left, right, forward, back
I've been here before
Oh, how I yearn for a straight path
no turns
no choices
just a path
or perhaps a map
I've been here before
How long must I travel
before I stop
and learn
to love the maze?

My Angel

Where is my Angel?
Will she cry for me
when I can't?
Will she fight for me
when I can't?
Will she stand in harm's way
when I can't?
I hope she arrives
just in time;
because
I don't think
that I can.