Poem: "The Parting"

"The Parting"

Standing the doorway
this should not be
if this must end

let me be the one to bleed
nothing left flowing in my veins
my brain betrays me

there is no starting over
the divide has become too great
I am the shadow
that haunts the night

while you sleep comfortably
in the memory of longing
the grip threatens to overtake you

I do not wish to be saved
from whatever dismal fate
the serpent may cast

after the fall
you stand over me
reaching out to touch my cheek
and with a final kiss

you whispered as you left,
"You should have known better."

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "The Smoldering"

"The Smoldering"

Amid the burning wreckage
as my body is wracked with pain
as the heart beats slower
creeping its way
to embrace an unknown fate

you reach out to me
calling my name
trying somehow desperately
to revive my spirit

as I feel life's grip slip away
like beautiful leaves in the autumn wind
the sting of tears blinds your eyes
for a moment

hold me close
in your fervent embrace
lying alone in the highway
under the blazing heat
of the merciless sun

safer to leave now
and allow the better
of your natures
to bridge the gap.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "The Future Prince"

"The Future Prince"

Cloaked in armor
he stands, a solitary figure
the feel of newly green glass
under his feet

In the distance, he hears
the subtle roar of oncoming death
he is neither afraid nor remorseless

raising his sword, he charges
into the fray
the memory of his long dead father
the former hero king
burning into his tender ears

inside, he trembles
the prince, this fair haired
perfect boy of a man

driven by duty, cautioned by love
and devoted to revenge's subtle lure
he has become her faithful servant

in the distance, his rival
the dark haired demon ghost
tests his resolve

when life has lost
its former luster
and love has bled dry

the young man, bound by honor
will seek out to meet his fate
although darkness has descended
the world still exists, far and wide

embracing desperation
in a perpetual dance
amid the howling of
the lost and the damned

back to the restless dust
whence they came.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "The Forever Queen"

"The Forever Queen"

The battle is over
the field drenched in sweat
and littered with blood

a dream, the same awful nightmare
the queen wakens to the intruding light
of breaking day

the queen, young and virtuous, is alone
beauty's touch on her radiant, pure face
as her soft hair falls about her shoulders

the baby inside her is restless
rebelling already against the embracing warmth
of her womb

the future prince destined
to never know the courage
of his father, struck down
a cold dish to satisfy
the whims of enemy's revenge

"Oh how I loved you, darling," she sobbed
falling to her knees as she cradled his lifeless head
and gazed deeply into the dead king's empty, forlorn eyes

The queen raises her head and cocks her head
to listen to the barely audible rhythms of the earth
as she runs her hand softly over her belly
desperately longing for the embrace of her
valiant and brave savior.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "The Solitary King"

"The Solitary King"

The fervent raging within my heart
has ceased
as the lark begins to sing
a mournful lullaby

death cannot overtake
the love that I hold for you
as the sun burns down
in menacing radiance

the night, with its subtle breath,
speaks in hushed tones
if you shall cry fervent tears
remember, my love
lest you should ever forget:

what we have shared
has survived war and woe
sun and shade
the owl and the nightingale

when I shall draw
life's last fateful gasp
when the glory of my present flesh
has lost its allure

let God buy my bones
deep into the encircling earth
allow the lingering sweetness of
your divine screams
be the lingering knell

ringing in my rotting, deafening ears.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "The Dividing Line"

"The Dividing Line"

He walked into the bar
it was smoky, crowded
countless fleeting faces
it has been ages

since the last time
of his inevitable dying

she was sitting at a nearby table
alone, luminous in her apparent despair
over the whole situation
she had cried so much
the mascara had run down her face

"Buy you a drink, honey?," he asked quietly
as he took a seat across from her
Nodding her head, she slid her glass toward him

Inside, she was seething
Hands shaking to the point
that she wanted to slap him

Still, she wanted to kiss him
Imagining how the moonlight
shone, illuminating a hidden desperation

As the bells rang for the final time,
signalling a forlorn glimpse
damned are the uninvited.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo