Your energy
It enters me
And resonates for days
A passing thought
Becomes onslaught
My body set ablaze
But what is meant
By this lament
These thoughts of you incited
My energy
Is spent from me
For something unrequited
Hate is a Door, Truth is an Axe
A tempered steel with which to cut
A door always intended shut
Locked and guarded for many ages
The propitious crusaders locked in cages
So many destroyed by this vicious battle
Obfuscation keeps the masses addled
When truth emerged and was rightly spoken
The speaker then was bruised and broken
Those who questioned beyond the thresholds frame
Were cast out through it, shunned, defamed
Some began to exit freely
To discover what the truth was, really
So together they would fabricate
The weapon that could gash the gate
It took so many just to wield
To ensure the gate became unsealed
And even now the reconstruction
Continues on despite obstruction
Though many hands still carry splinters
It may be ages more ‘till all can enter
Empty Rooms
The coops been flown
Your covers blown
You are together
Yet alone
And now there’s time
To seek sublime
To not feel futile
When you opine
But the quiet looms
In the empty rooms
And the era’s end
Makes them feel like tombs
Then begin the frets
Of the scourge of threats
Of the ghastly futures
That may be met
Yet the child is strong
Versed in right and wrong
And needs time to find
Where they belong
For the world is fierce
And your heart may pierce
But the love between
Is what adheres
Listening to Speak
Your tongue sits poised
Against your teeth
Hungry for
Your chance to speak
And what they share
Is whisked aside
To be devoured
By your pride
Their only voice
Is stolen thusly
With your reply
Made loudly, brusquely
Their unclad soul
Eviscerated
By the careless words
You’ve just conflated
Trophy
A living aphrodisiac
An emotional kleptomaniac
Who renders most insomniacs
Once present in their mind
The kind of love you dream about
But mostly cry and scream about
The kind you feel supreme about
Because it’s hard to find
So as all others salivate
Over your lovely profligate
Your standards slowly dissipate
For your ego’s struck you blind
Yet once the fire quells to embers
It’s harder for you to remember
What’s between you, save their splendor
And your moments spent supine
Happy Place
One day you may still conquer
And lounge within your keep
But today you’re just a bed
For a child who’s gone to sleep
You could make the products
That no one can live without
But today you search for patience
When your little tyrant pouts
You could find the cure
For the deadliest disease
But today you struggle to keep up
While walking on your knees
Your focus on the dividends
Will quickly be diverted
When almost every moment
Is a crisis you’ve averted
For the magic of a giggle
And the sunshine of a face
Or a little grasping hand
Will become your happy place
The Throws of Life
No matter how we try to cleave
To the lessons of our masters
Change is unavoidable
As sometimes is disaster
Those interwoven wisdoms
Wrapped so tightly ’round with care
Can be snatched apart by life
And after many years, threadbare
So cling tightly to the swatches
That can stand the test of time
For that is what can warm you
When you’re moving past your prime
Begin to weave your wisdom
As soon as it’s attained
And through the grace of time itself
Perhaps it shall sustain
A Hard Look
Many thought him a miscreant
With hair well past his shoulders
His demeanor always casual
His integrity much bolder
He possessed the musculature
Of a fighter close to winning
Yet he never seemed surprised
When pushed back to the beginning
He walked with such a calm
It betrayed his warring mind
Funny that so many feared
A man unsaturnine
The deep lines laid upon him
Surely spoke of his exhaustion
Still his peaceful glide did not turn back
Those who would accost him
We’ve lost his joyful wisdom
And unprecedented patience
An ever gleaming mirror
Of the dangers of complacence
Divine Creatures
Named before
Names had existed
Forms born forth
But soul resisted
Restless stirring
In bone cages
The wrong of flesh
Imploring rages
The spirit bucks
This blood and skin
The burn of hate
The bite of sin
For goodness
Soul has been designed
But mortals
Cannot house divine
The Parts of Me
Touch my head my love
It swims with worry and unmet potential
Yet still grows the most beautiful dreams
Touch my lips my love
They are stained with the words I regret having said
Yet still smile at the beauty in the world
Touch my cheeks my love
They are so often wet with tears,they have adapted to sponges
Yet still turn red at the slightest compliment
Touch my neck my love
It is often rigid with stress and worry
Yet still shivers at the trace of fingers
Touch my arms my love
They are carrying a load they never expected, straining beneath
Yet still accepts the load of others
Touch my stomach my love
It is full of knots from even the smallest daily interactions
Yet still yearns for the flapping of butterflies
Touch my back my love
It is cast starkly with the shadows of my past
Yet still loves the fresh air upon it
Touch my legs my love
They are always wanting to run to better things but never fail to buckle instead
Yet they still stand strongly in the face of danger
Touch me with forgiveness and adeptness
Touch me with understanding and desire
Touch me with your whole heart
And we can be boundless
The Mewriginal 