PUPPET
Granite heart so soft
Only scratches never breaks
Your silence deafens me
As it rings loudly in my humbled ears
Touch so cold like frozen gestures
Would you pretend to love
Not intentionally
But can you
Sometimes i ponder
Wonder creeps around me
Swallowing me into its madness
And ever crippling grip
Never letting me free
Free to feel whole
Your love is angry and unfair
You decide how the game is played
I am merely your puppet
A marionette in tangled strings
REASON
Why do i lay here
Thunder in my chest
It stays
Caged there with no escape
Would i set it free if i so desired
Thoughts of plunder
Anxious to feel moist breath upon my neck
So Why does my mood imply loneliness
For you seem inches away
I only feel nothing
As my hand stumbles over barren berth
Across the arid room
In the chaise you love to rest
Sets your dogma
All the answers there free to poach
If i dare read it
Learn all there is
What will become of us
Its not what I know that keeps me here in this bed
It is what lies hidden in that journal
The things i do not know
You are a grand mystery
The knowledge which i seek
To Be Alive
Sulking fingers play
On shaky hands
The vile song of hate.
He breathes his fire,
Spouting fear with
Biggoted tongue.
He claims the "truth" resides
Among his yellowed paper
Of ancient script.
Those words, hateful words
Those meaning lost
Along the centuries of learning.
Oh I see, I see, it's a terrible
Haze.
"Light" blinds, blinds through war, through fear, through hate.
But it's only a book, an ancient tale about a man.
Have you forgotten?
Forgotten what it's like to be human, head and mind,
Guts and blood, love and compassion.
No you live by a book of
Love causing hate.
Yes, I find it ironic, in a sad parental like.
You say your master sings love into your heart,
Yet you bicker and fight as starved puppies over a crumb of bead.
Arguing over his word, terrified of those who don't agree.
And I fear,
I fear the end.
Not of this life,
But of humanity.
Of a connection to the world, as brother and sister.
Not through a book but through our lives. Through our love.
That is what it should mean to be alive
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Hemingways Poison
PoesíaHemingways Poison is a collection of poems and short stories I have written over the last few years. My soul is bared on these pages. Please enjoy and comment. This is a completed work and will be updated regularly. Thank you to all who take a lo...
