The tale of my beating heart

I heard someone say,
As I was walking aimlessly today,
Does your heart beat for the one you love
or does it simply do it's bidding in your body's glove?

For I said to the stranger,
There isn't any danger,

For my heart beats only for one,
Though he doesn't feel it that way,
And even if I were ever alone, with my last breath,
I'll love him forever and a day, even in my death.

Written in a drunken rage

I have given my all, my heart, my love, my affections,
And gotten nothing in return.

Perhaps the cold hearted bastards are really better off, when they wreck havoc on their prey and care not for the the fall out.

But no, I am destined to have a heart and a soul and thus bound by the rules of them both.

So many times, so many nights have passed when I have yearned and cried for the consolation that I so seek in futility.

So many times have I loved and lost out to the whims and selfishness of so many. I guess it is time to wreck havoc of my own.

The heart is a strange thing

The heart is a strange thing indeed.
Isn't it so, you break it, it rips, it tears. 

If it loves, it fills with joy, it melts in desire, it aches in longing.

It closes with hate, it hardens as it changes.

the heart beats only so many times before it melts, it breaks, it hardens, it changes, it loves, and eventually it stops.

Lonely is the night

Lonely is the night and what I feel can fill the void of space.

I keep searching for the elusive, the unfound, the intangible, but I keep coming back to you.

How you felt when you were next to my arms, embraced held tight within, the warmth of your skin, your breath heavy in the chant of my name.

But now just as the night is long and dark in this winter state, I am lonesome once again.

Though you are far tonight, you are always near me in my mind, in my heart , in my soul.

Just as the day breaks and brightens everything,

you are just the golden ray of hope that shines my darkened life.

For there are many miles for you to go, finding your own distant shore on your life's journey, I just want to be by your side, even if to carry your waters.

We the Living

We the living, You and I,

 the broken, the unwanted,

Dying to live only for a minute, day to day

from our mundane existences into the magical, the magnificent, the magnanimous. 

If only I can feel how I do with you, all my days will be bliss, and I will be complete within.

The emptiness I feel, when I leave your side; I cry myself to sleep, only to dream of you.

Is there no end to my humiliation, is there no escape from this pain?

 

Nary a gift, nor a tribute is worthy from me in your homage.

But I shall try till my last breath. 

The sky is resplendent

the sky is resplendent with delights of lights, energy and sound.

people go about their day to day upon the treaded ground.

worrying, scurrying, rumbling along the way.

working on  causes of subsistence, persistence, resistance.

they strive, survive, revive their stay as they act out their life's play. 

The meaning of it all.

what joy is there in joy, if not to have felt the sting of grief.

what noise is there to be withstood, if not to have savored the silence in its stead.

what peace and contentment does one get, if not to have felt fear and dread.

what sustenance is there in a morsel, if not to have panged with hunger.

what fun is there in a laugh, if not to have cried sorrowful tears.

what point is there to life, if not punctuated by death