Shadows upon tears


Into the darkness she flees.
The children still in their pajamas.
Finding shelter this night in a cheap hotel.
A mother empties her purse out across the table.
A fragile attempt in organizing her life.

Shadows upon tears

Bruised beaten but determined to survive.
The echoes of the arguments radiate in her mind, and out into
the darkness.
No plans for tomorrow, and no job in sight.
Still, freedom cries out for a new day, and a new life.
The children feel the uncertainty of their mothers tears.

Shadows upon tears

Her husband now feels the silence of a empty house.
Sitting there still drunk, a broken shell within a abyss of emptiness.
He scratches down a apology on the back of a wedding picture.
His poor attempt of words can't makeup for seven years of her imprisonment.
Pulls the trigger, and steps into silence.
His blood screams out for his eternal judgement upon the wall behind him.

Shadows upon tears

The dawn finds her free within a new day.
She smiles at the uncertainty in front of her.
Life now begins, life now begins.....


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Never Meant To Be

Mysterious to the touch.
A desire painted across my fantasies.
Every moment was meant to be the realization of a dream.
A seductive thought captured my imagination.
Stillness of night a prelude to what could be.
Like two days we looked upon each other, but never to be together.
Our moment as brief as a midnight glance upon the other.
Never meant to be painted upon a midnight sky of destinies tears.

Never meant to be

With the dawn the memories begin.
A mirror image reflects a mirage of yesterday.
Reading between the line of a broken heart.
A silent tale is told expressed by the tears of falling stars.
A new day shines like the sun, but reflects passion upon the moon.
Across the heavens, and upon the stars each a possibility.
Of what was never to be, torn by what could be.
Still within the silence of a midnights dream.
The dawn still whisper your name upon my heart.
Silently, yet steadily upon still waters of my mind.

Never meant to be

For if time has one true friend it's loneliness.
They walk hand in hand.
Between the silence of each heart beat.
A pendulum swings while reminiscing unspoken dreams.
Upon the thoughts, and fantasies.
A future like a glass spider web.
Still reflects upon a past goodbye kiss.
Yet upon that road loneliness walks, and stands firm.
Quietly within the dawn loneliness yet again holds her firm.
Left to be stranger upon this land, never meant to go back home again.



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Separation of Tears


Separation of Tears
The days mature into years.
Memories cast a shadow upon time.
Red wine moments blossom into uncertainty.
Every kiss now seems to whisper goodbye.

Separation of Tears

A broken heart, a castaway to the wind.
Razor blade memories play out again.
Echoes of silence cry out in the dark.
A prisoner of love, held within my own heart.

Separation of Tears

Peace of mind, seems very hard to fine.
To walk away from myself, while trying to find myself.
What's left of myself, a stranger in the mirror of life.
A reflection caressed gently by broken promises.
A statue in a storm of heartache left never finding a Separation of Tears.




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Thirst

While sailing up upon a ocean filled from tears of heartache.
I notice you silently standing on the shores of my heart.
A love song waiting to be sung orchestrated by time.
Destiny tranquilly kisses the hand of heartache goodbye.

A rainbow of expression standing in the doorway of two
hearts begin to thirst for a moment more....


The heavens open at the sound of your voice across my soul.
A candle burns into desire encompassing thoughts held captive within my mind.
Reflecting upon midnight stars guiding you my way.
The dawn is the signature of your name, written upon the
wind.

A rainbow of expression standing in the doorway of two
hearts begin to thirst for a moment more....


In the early morning hours of my heart.
Like a dove my arms are held open in innocence.
A cotton candy parade on a rainy April morning.
The colors flow into a rainbow viewed through my soul.

A rainbow of expression standing in the doorway of two
hearts begin to thirst for a moment more....


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Consumed....

I glare into my mothers eyes
Our tears speak volumes, although I'm only 5 yrs old.
A train of destruction is coming with metallic claws.
With a fiery breath of wind beneath it's wings.
Consuming life along it's path of grief.
My heart has found refuge in my throat.
It's roar draws closer with every beat of my heart.

Consumed by this mythological tiger of the wind.

The minutes seem like hours, screams echo out into the dark.
As I hear the buildings, and trees being ripped apart.
Glass and object fly like bullets with no virtue of innocence.
Fierce claws having a taste for blood have found me huddled
tightly in a dark corner of the room.
Ripping me away from my mothers arms the angels scream.

Consumed by this mythological tiger of the wind.

Dark clouds fade away into silent dreams.
Tattered victims make their way into the shattered light of day.
Refugees left upon a battlefield of wind.
Destruction and fragments of what was once life.
Now I stand as a witness quietly as a angel silently takes my hand.
A reality of life left by this mythological tiger of the wind.



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Could we be......

Between You
Between Me
Becomes Us

One Heart
One Dream
One Love

A kiss of eternal passion flows into a river of desire.
Appreciation of love...wanting, needing the completeness of the other.

Two lives sharing, caring, giving out of love for one another.
Could we be.... a part of each other?



Poem:
MHS©Copyright 2007

Still adding to the collection....

Abbie Rose

Her mind was circumscribed by hysterical adversity.
A chance meeting with a pessimistic reality.
Hallucinations of realistic fantasies.
Mental expressions chained by pharmaceutical recipes.
Nostalgic tides of contemplative redemption.
Elevates into a side order of midnight condemnations.
Demonic daydreams mystified by a jaded afterlife.
Blackbirds drop from controversial clear blue skies.

Popcorn luminance echoes on psych ward 2012

A paradox of orphan thoughts spray painted across Abbie Rose mind.
Written in colored chalk upon stained glass walls.
Paralyzed by disillusions reflecting a neurosis of emptiness.
Her Psychiatrist enthusiastically issues a cocktail of pills.

Popcorn luminance echoes on psych ward 2012

Signs of the times speak of abandoned tears.
Demoralized openly by ordinances, caught in amber memories.
Abbie's hospital wall becomes a canvas of souls.
PRTF institutionalized, and rated for 7 years.
Angels lower their wings in mourning for the human race.
The handwriting was written openly across Abbie Rose hospital wall.....


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Cowboy Blues

Empty spaces fill endless plains.
Upon this ole horse of mine, that has no name.
My silhouette of solitude reflects my loneliness.
As quiet as a mountain sky.
It paints a picture of my tainted soul.

They say Cowboys don't cry, but you proved them wrong.
Thoughts of you, are a train running through my mind.
Loving you without you, just doesn't seem enough to
resolve these Cowboy Blues.

These rough hands miss your silk touch.
We've had our differences, it true.
We've had our share of hard times.
The one place I need you to be, is by my side.

A life sentence of loving you.
This here heart is tied down by Cowboy Blues.

These empty spaces reflect my inner emptiness.
The evening sky is closing in....
I tip my hat down to hide my tears.
Our home is filled with silence....
brought on by years.

Like a dove sitting by itself.
Waiting for only you, and no one else.
Clouds of love drift across my mind.
The dust of heartache weighs down on my soul.

A life sentence of loving you.
This here, heart is tied down by Cowboy Blues.
You hold the rope of your warm embrace.
Your smile had me with the first hello....


This heart is yours, it maybe as broken as my truck.
It is what it is, but it's yours.....my love.
I'm simply helpless without you....being here.
These tears are forever reaching out for you....

This ole Cowboy has the Blues.....
On bended knee, I apologize through these tears.
I'll man up to myself...just come home, back to me.



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Still adding.....

Dyslectic Poet

.elzzup elbazingocernu a gnirehpiceD
.dnim eht fo ssalg gnikool A
.srebmun dna sdrow yb detnemroT

Dyslectic poet held by a prison of ink.

.snoitcerid evig reven ylurt sngis teertS
.llafretaw gnidacsac a ekil wolf srebmuN
.noitcefrep syawla si erutan fo ytuaeb ehT
.tnemrot latnem eht mlac sepahs dna ,sroloc didnelpS

Dyslectic poet held by a prison of ink.

.erapsekahS fo evitisiuqnI
.ytinamuh fo xirtam desufnoc a gnidoceD
.maerdyad sthgin remmus-dim siht morf nekawa ot reveN
.ysatnaf tsilaerrus a fo noisneherpmoC



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MHS©Copyright 2011

Modernized Iron Man


Modernized Iron Man, poor Tin Man at heart.
A pause of stillness in dedication of Oz.
Tenderly redeems the void of her touch.
Solar winds gently, kiss his metallic skin.
Sweet serenity of silence embraces memories.

A pause of silence echoes upon his industrialized heart.

Perplex uncertainties rain rust of heartache.
Woven stardust held captive in a timeless paradox.
Photographic stillness, raptures vividly across his mind.
Metallic heartache crucified realistic Sci-fi dreams.

A pause of silence echoes upon his industrialized heart.

Dorthy was a heart breaker, a diva in ruby slippers.
The Scarecrow found a brain, but no soul to mention.
The Lion discovered courage but not enough to say goodbye.
Toto became road kill on the Yellow brick road of life.
The Wizard developed Alzheimer this past July.
Modernized Iron Man, poor Tin Man at heart.


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MHS©Copyright 2011

Catwalk Diva


Shrouded savoir faire.
Runway deja vu, a premise of despair.
Wall Street oasis of nameless faces.
Sabotaged glass slipper of eloquence.

Spotlight catwalk masqueraded diva.

Newsstand propaganda cover girl.
Candy apple mosaic thoughts linger.
Nostalgia echoes across her exacerbate soul.
Deja vu casualty on the ledge of life.

Spotlight catwalk masqueraded diva.

Silver-spoon geisha on public display.
Paisley butterfly caught in a fashion web.
Mercenary cameramen preach a cosmetic gospel.
Cosmopolitan robotic diva, committed suicide in the
stillness of morning.


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MHS©Copyright 2011

Saxophone Footprints

Saxophone footprints across a mahogany soul.
Emancipation of the heart has been imprisoned by desire.
Redwine fantasies spill gently into tomorrow.

Dreams tenderly kiss a timeless reality.
Eternity, rendezvous with a blind destiny.
Candlelight illusions, speak gentle thoughts across captive dreams.

The scent of rose blossoms affectionately caresses your skin.
Silhouettes merge within the prelude of a romance.
Ambiguous shades of passion, flow into circumstance.

The minutes melt into intimate hours, discovered by dawn.
A evasive mirrored mirage kisses a idealistic vanilla sky.
Saxophone footprints upon a fragile glass ceiling.
Reflecting the innocence of a friendship shattered.



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MHS©Copyright 2011

Captured By Tears

Moments as a overture fade into ambiguity.
Smiles become erroneous lies.
Sweet words flow into peculiar emptiness.
Love annihilates a heart, with sweet bitterness.
A slow poison habitually flows into the soul.

Heartache is tenderly captured by tears.

Eternity fades revealing a eclipse of pain.
Amidst a stigma of emotions a tortured martyr.
Nails being driven into the mind of romance.
Forever echoing, waves of remembrance.
Upon solitary shorelines of delirium.

Heartache is tenderly captured by tears.

The stars at night become fragments of a broken heart.
Picturesque sovereign stranger, sieged by yesterday.
Melancholy blue skies, reflect depression inside.
Abandoned castaway, shipwrecked by the promise of love.


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Ballerina in Flames

Out of the ashes of whimsical heartache.
A enthralled butterfly survives the rain.
Lies, mind games, and ruined emotional deceit.
Appears a relentless stranger, in a broken mirror of internal conflict.
Gentle ballerina dances within flames.

A beautiful phoenix emerges out of the ashes of heartache.

Submissive, sensual, silhouetted candy held in sight.
Passionate, frightened, at each new breath upon her soul.
Consuming every moment, minute by minute a timeless passion.
Piercing the fabric of eternity, a refugee in flight.

A beautiful phoenix emerges out of the ashes of heartache.

Emotional anguish becomes a memory, chained by inner peace.
Boisterous tears reflected on the horizon of her eyes.
Speaking a introspective language of themselves.
Relentless glass paradox erupts in flames.

A beautiful phoenix emerges out of the ashes of heartache.

Chaotic illusive dreamer, gracefully takes center stage.
Stoic analytical warrior in the mist of pain.
A child of destiny, flames burn within her sweet pensive soul.
Nostalgic, apathetic, untamed wild fire a defiant spirit.
Beautiful ballerina a phoenix rages within her inner light.

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MHS©Copyright 2011

Kissed by tomorrow

Tranquil memories
Teased by a angel
Photogenic eternity

Souvenir kiss

Amorous emotions
Engulfed in flames
Quenched by tears

Souvenir kiss

Stillness of ambience
Fallen lives esperance
Endearing agony

Souvenir kiss

Immersion of tears
Baptized by heartache
Emotional ambiguation
Repercussion of consequences
A goodbye kiss.....


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MHS©Copyright 2011

Eloquent Butterfly


A pictorial of a butterfly caught in jagged rain.
Obituaries of love, painted in futile skies.
Heartache echoes, openly with a inexorable mind.
Winds contrive against her aggregated heart.

Eloquent butterfly crucified by rain.

Drama entangles her insatiable thirst to be loved.
A opaque evening cascades upon her life.
Faded colors, and fragile wings torn by raindrops.
A taboo of mercurial ambiguities.
False promises, and lies are in a liaison.

Eloquent butterfly crucified by rain.

Dancing between raindrops seeking a soulmate.
Her eyes relinquish tears, against a tenacious sky.
A capricious dilemma of emotional dreams.
Graciously she bows before a pretentious reality.
Heartache in flight, captured by romantic dreams.


Poem:
MHS©Copyright 2011

Last poem added for awhile....

Glass cough drops
Iron shoes
Paper clothing
Plastic daydreams

Merry-go-round of endless beginnings

Quiet storms
Vanilla skies
Royal poverty
Acid rain

Merry-go-round of endless beginnings

Crimes of passion
Exotic innocence
Paper cup religion
Dorthy's heroin addiction.


Poem:
MHS©Copyright 2011