in a hole, dark and deep 
thought of you i’ll always keep. 
on dreams of what might have been 
my lasting scars are there to see 

i hoped and prayed for dark to hide 
the pain you scratched so hard inside 
i’ve walked the thin and jagged line 
dividing your version of love from mine 

the love you claimed i know a lie 
a mediocre version of what others try 
in your cold heart my warmth died 
and left a canyon ever-wide 

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emotion on a digital line. 
each loss recorded, each gain captured
these instant distance nullifiers creating holes 
in the reality beside me, 
vacant spaces filled with thoughts 
of different places, of escape…
my mind sees the trend. 
without you, the world ended today. 
no numbers to record the depths 
to which the mountains of my soul have fallen.
to burn and rise with wings spread wide 
golden and bright with hope
and to be unheard, 
with attention drifting past the fisherman’s net

to know you never know what you know they know we know you have to just know… till rhythm drops a beat in the system, a wildfire uncontrollable started from a angry little spark in the darkness. what is this? am i a witness to limitless limits and chains allegorical, tales metaphorical taken for truth? a slue of credit card kings and queens with the means to spin tales and makes sales and own it all? falling leaders so tall on their royal-bought thrones, these clowns are insults, real clowns are funny, and are willing to let me laugh when i give them my money. funny, when it breaks down it’s all just us. the silent, the violent, those who don’t make a fuss. the loud, the extreme, those stuck in between. and those who don’t know they never know what they know we know. you know?

crippled by a system
for seeking out wisdom
chained to a society
chanting about liberty

we strive for love and endure its trials.
for just a moment 
when our heart’s reward is greater than the sum of its hurts.

drench my life in misery,
so that i may know my joy.
wake in me my devilry,
and let dream my inner boy.
in the paradox of free-chains,
lies ignorance’s bliss.
on smiling cheeks with tear-stains,
sits small wisdom’s kiss.
i love your fears and fear your love
‘til all i know is this:
your life and mine are intertwined,
through words we cannot miss.

would you hold my hand
help me make a stand
to claim this land
so broken and
unmanned 
like sand
too long dry 
waiting for us to cry
to use the tear from our eyes
to drench the soil without the skies
make it fertile and to stave off goodbeys

for a moment we have perfect
then it passes like a sunset
holding on is just a yearning
for the instant to give us learning
learn and yearn we’ll do a-plenty
perfect sunsets? we will see many
but that moment cannot last
it all goes just too fast
so we live on hope and dreams 
based on perfect, simple themes
and when all is said and done
the question is: Has it begun?

rejection is just another form of acceptance

in the larger scheme, both sit on your shoulder

and wait for a choice, and then do their worst

holding on is just another way to let go

in the bigger picture, both can linger forever

and wait for chance, and then try their best

to hate is to love, a simple twist the divide

to ignore is to know, a slow pressure applied

to fall is to stand, a soft swivel denied

paradox is the only truth

and lies a dichotemy

the view is just a kind of thought

and real, imaginings.

When all the world is perception,
And half the world is deception,
What you have is a broken reflection;
An election to reject our connections.
In effect a neglect of inspection
Into lives devoid of selection.

the soft silk slide of skin on skin
lost in the folds of where we begin
and where we end.

we. listen to me, as if i know love
we. listen to me, as if love knows me

a night of wrong choices
left betrayed and lost voices
asking why?
did it mean so much to love?

love is a heartless child
preying on the weak;
week by week staring through empty glass
at the memory of a cruel child’s blast
asking why?
did it mean so little to love?

she was mine
he was mine
my only
but the cruel child wanted to play
had lots of fun
giggled happily at legs twined
fingers laced and eyes locked
fun… for everyone

the soft silk slide of skin on skin
holding myself to warm the cold within

more than me

robcayman:

                insecurity is deep within me
                and to go there is a fear unbearable.

at the heart of the root, 
where the seed is aware,
lies a pebble of doubt,
like a wound laid bare,

                acceptance is crux, 
                the key to balm,

pain is life and life is pain,
love hurts and endures,
so we go back again, 

we grow                    we evolve

    and the world still revolves

my insecurities become a grain of sand

          in a desert of woes

   courage is watering the desert

when i draw the map of my new world

you’ll find a few things amiss

i’m saving on ink

whatever you think

less lines should guarantee bliss

wholly divided.

a dichotomy of tyranny and popularity.
It’s Poetry, 
dont you see?
You and me, 
under bigotry, 
without unity, 
cannot be free.
And our Poetry,
Becomes idolotry.
Repeatedly,
looking judgingly,
at others we see.
When Poetry, really,
expresses lovingly
and artistically
the life we see