Goodbye…

 

It must have taken him a lot of courage

To muster up just that one word

 

Not even a thousand of the loudest whispers

Could hide the fact

That my energy was too big for his room

He will try

And he will try hard

 

But his heart will never let him forget

Thank you http://seanbidd.com/category/duets/ for another wonderful poem (:

Another duet by Sean and me https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/05/02/2034/

The thunder of a thousand hooves like late Autumn

Rains upon the Serengeti

Where leopards of the storm chase as the fading light dwindles

And we try to rekindle spring which was only a fling

Shhhhh

Because we promised never to speak of those thing

That grew puppet strings

Crossways of secrecy mingle with winter

Inviting summer to join in its drunken slumber

That bullied him wrong and turned loves emotion several notches to strong

And still I loved her turbulently

Diligently

Consistently

Blatantly

Loving her on purpose

Yet, all I want to hear are the sounds

The songs

But desperation takes too long

In the distant Rift Valley far from here

Between the faults of atmosphere

I peered into echoing goodbyes

And a trillion tears fell from my broken cries

Beneath the changing evening sky, bliss, sublime, nights

Where river veins unravel

To share cherished life

Filled with tales deep and ancient

Thoughts

Trapped

Tainted

The sun and moon

Conflicted

We missed it

Love 

Far from a dark heart which dances to the shadow

And light of distant times

As I listen to your voice in the lines of words

And I know if she could be anything

She’d be a bird

I hear her thoughts

Thoughts like those of a dreamer

A believer

A chance to redeem her

Of places

Take form above

Forgetting all that time has borrowed from a past

I wake

Knowing

That sometimes

Even dreams don’t last

The thunder of a thousand hooves like late Autumn

Rains upon the Serengeti

Here’s to you http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/01/daily-prompt-personal-space/ you rock!!

First I want to thank all the people who have given me awards. My blog has been award free since 2013 the stipulations are exhausting to say the least. However, I realize there are new bloggers just trying to be heard/ read and I most certainly take being read very seriously. It is not only the comments but the likes that make me smile. I don’t get paid to blog, although I wish I did, we all would probably be rich. So instead of simply replying to and unsuspected award by saying, “sorry dear this is an award free blog” I will recognize the giver. There are no stipulations on my recognition, I promise! Well, maybe one.

YOU MUST KEEP WRITING! (:

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/if-i-could-be-anything-id-be-a

If I could be anything

I’d be a bird

I would chirp myself a love song

And anyone else who needed a tune

To heal our broken wing

I’d leave behind the world of words

That maliciously left me

 

If I could be anything

I’d be a bird

I’d chirp myself a new reality

And leave behind this human mentality

If I can be anything I’d be a bird

And at last

I’d be

FREE

My tear drops become a puddle

A puddle becomes a river

A river becomes an ocean

An ocean becomes emotion

Until I am at the bottom of the sea

 

Quietly

 

Speaking to the spirits

While crying

Crocodile Tears

She was the tear drop that birthed from my eye

That made my smile feel like fire

And cheek bones bloody from desires twisted wire

Cutting beneath how long its been

Purposely planting weeds

That grows vines underneath my skin

She was the crooked laughter

After the last chapter

That made water into rain

And made the journey feel like the deserts terrain

She was the tear drop in my eye

That made winter hot

And summer too cold

She was a tormented thought

Of being 20 years to old

She was the means to two ends

Shrouding knots for a dying amend

She was the ghost in my curve filled eyes

Who should live if I should die?

She was the teardrop inside my crooked laughter

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/blood-lust-poetry

I felt his heart beat

And all I could imagine was my teeth ripping into this delicious meat

I smelled his blood mixed with the rain

And I felt his blood moving slowly through his vein

I felt my blood lust ooze from his kiss

My mouth watered and saliva fell from my lips

This town has long time been warned

The human that once lived in me

It seems like an eternity

And I still mourn

And so I walk with the dammed

Feeding off of the living

Sacrificial lambs

I have been 17 for over five hundred years

And there is nothing that scales this earth that I fear

He is human

And I am a vampire

My blood lust far exceeds

Even my strongest desires

 

But I love him

I bite him

And I loathe myself

And I will him

To never remember me

 

OK SO I WATCHED ALL THREE SEASONS OF THE VAMPIRED

DIARIES ON NETFLIX AND FELL IN LOVE

WITH THE SHOW

I’M HOOKED!

Sepia nights

I HAVE JUST BEEN IN SUCH A QUIET PLACE IN MY LIFE AND I SOMETIMES CONFUSE THIS PLACE WITH ISOLATION. SEAN “WORDSMITH” I HAVE COINED HIM DESCRIBES THIS PLACE SO BEAUTIFULLY.

Sean B

Made it home before just an hour ago,
I left my keys behind, but hey that’s okay,
So I’m sitting in the dark here on the steps,
Peering through the sepia sky of my mind,

For the stars, The Way out here is bright,
Thinking I might just dream a story or two,
As the roof above it creaks to the growing cold,
A story begins to write, here paper pen the dark,

Music is all around, listen to the night of song,
No need to whisper, for now I’m on my own,
Tell me something night sky, how do you find the dark,
Between Earth and Cosmos, please just shout it out,

Soon here comes now, it’s some foreign lights,
Moving fast up the dark old winding autumn road,
Then it veers off, taking on some vanishing path,
So I’ll just wait here some more, in my sepia dark,

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My heart has been suctioned from my chest

Unfortunately

There are very few pieces left

Feeble attempts at trying to mask

This impossible task

I asked God to send me some angles

I need armies of them

And I need them fast

He is not him

And I realize I have victimized myself again

My days seen mundane

And there is a constant storm brewing in my brain

My nerves are scard

And my days seem like centuries behind these tortured bars

Moving from the chatter won’t matter

Because the only one I want is

Him

Please God just give him back

INTERVIEW WITH TOMMY CAT ABOUT WHY I WRITE (: