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Paradox

Posted in Poetry, Ramblings with tags , , , , on 2012/05/24 by R L Burns

                                                                             Savior

Tender, protective

Benevolent, redeeming, defending

Angel, Guardian, Demon, Ghoul

Shattering, demolishing, failing

Deceiver, hypocrite

                                                                                                 Destroyer

Sleepless Again

Posted in Poetry, Ramblings with tags , on 2011/07/18 by R L Burns

 

loneliness wraps

in and around itself

covering her completely –

surrounding her in silence

like a babe in the womb…

her only company

the muffled echo

of a heartbeat

and the splash

of tears on the

floor of her prison

 

 

Destroyer

Posted in Poetry, Ramblings with tags , , , on 2011/06/12 by R L Burns

the destroyer, he comes,

in the darkest hour of night,

his blackened soul reeking

of famine and blight

his armor is rusted

his sword, dull and bent

there is little left of him –

his tabard is rent,

filthy, tattered and torn,

pierced with holes from the lies

he’s foisted on others,

ignoring their incessant cries

for “mercy, my lord – mercy”…

his eyes, once his great beauty,

now stare, milky and sightless

since he assumed the duty

of destroyer of lives…

no longer a human

no, not even a ghost –

just a sordid, lost nothing,

the devil’s newest  host.

 

That Fellow’s Got to Swing…

Posted in Poetry, Ramblings with tags , , , on 2011/05/27 by R L Burns

when she was three

her mother dressed her

in polly flinders frocks

with little white socks

and patent leather shoes –

her blonde hair

hanging loosely about her shoulders

she would then gather her friends

around the living room

and have her daughter recite

a poem most grievous,

a poem to excite

their minds and emotions –

especially when narrated by one

so young…

as her mother looked on with pride

at her precocious child,

the child, hands behind her back,

a serious look on her face,

paced the room and intoned…

He did not wear his scarlet coat, 
For blood and wine are red, 
And blood and wine were on his hands 
When they found him with the dead, 
The poor dead woman whom he loved, 
And murdered in her bed.

He walked amongst the Trial Men 
In a suit of shabby grey; 
A cricket cap was on his head, 
And his step seemed light and gay; 
But I never saw a man who looked 
So wistfully at the day.

I never saw a man who looked 
With such a wistful eye 
Upon that little tent of blue 
Which prisoners call the sky, 
And at every drifting cloud that went 
With sails of silver by.

I walked, with other souls in pain, 
Within another ring, 
And was wondering if the man had done 
A great or little thing, 
When a voice behind me whispered low, 
“That fellow’s got to swing.”

Yet each man kills the thing he loves 
By each let this be heard, 
Some do it with a bitter look, 
Some with a flattering word, 
The coward does it with a kiss, 
The brave man with a sword!

then the little girl would stop,

curtsey, and float away…

yet to this day, those words

stay with her, have colored her whole life

with doubt and suspicion —

Yet each man kills the thing he loves 
By each let this be heard, 
Some do it with a bitter look, 
Some with a flattering word, 
The coward does it with a kiss, 
The brave man with a sword!

**italicized words from “The Ballad of Reading Gaol” by Oscar Wilde

Still…

Posted in life story, Loss of Hope, Poetry, Ramblings with tags , , , , on 2011/05/25 by R L Burns

it’s wrong and it’s lame

cuz to you it was all just a game –

so how can I feel the same

way I did when I carved your name’s

first initial into my palm?

what is wrong in my brain,

in my heart – why does the pain

loiter and remain

drowning me – a hurricane

that possesses me, obsesses me?

i just keep telling myself those

christina perri lyrics…

I learned to live

half a life…

and who do you think you are,

runnin’ round leaving scars,

collecting your jar of hearts

and tearing love apart?

you’re gonna catch a  cold

from the ice inside your soul…

so don’t come back for me

don’t come back at all.

 

and yet the thought of that

terrifies me more than anything…

and i STILL don’t know what i did wrong…

I Wonder

Posted in Loss of Hope, Poetry with tags , , on 2011/05/25 by R L Burns

i wonder …

where you are

how you are

what you are

hope you’re happy

hope you’re not

wonder if you give a thought

to what once was

and what might have been

a place we will never see again…

I Don’t Deserve Her

Posted in Loss of Hope, Poetry with tags , , on 2011/05/25 by R L Burns

I don’t deserve her,

But I thank God for her,

My Princess, My Lady.

 

Her smile thrills me

Her kisses still me

Her touch destroys me —

The love in her eyes

Humbles me

As nothing else can.

 

I’m the world’s biggest loser –

And yet, she loves me,

No matter what stupendously idiotic

Thing I do –

No matter how often I desert her,

Run away from her,

Blame her for all the ills in my life.

 

She sees inside me, to my core –

Her ability to do so terrifies me,

For from her alone I cannot hide  –  She

Knows I am weak and afraid,

A true coward and frighteningly cruel,

Untrustworthy and unreliable –

At least when it comes to her –

 

She cries at night, alone in her bed

And lives without me

For years at a time…

 

And yet, each time I call to her,

Each time I crawl to her on bended knee,

Each time I beg her forgiveness

And profess my love for her anew —

She doesn’t recoil.

 

Instead, she opens her arms to me,

Holds me and loves me with all that she is,

Builds me up – asking nothing in return –

And then silently fades away,

A trembling smile of encouragement on her face

To patiently wait for my next return.

No matter how long it takes.

 

I don’t deserve her at all —

And she certainly deserves better than me —

But I think I would die if she no longer loved me,

If I could not believe that she is out there,

Waiting for me still.

 

See,

I am the biggest,

most selfish,

loser ever.

Truly.