"Shine"
Ghosts have invaded
the former hallowed space of
my brain in the hours of the
early morning
when I dare to close my eyes
and drift off into
another foray of numbness
the moonlight radiates
a beautiful glow
as the hours pass
you watch silently
barely touching your toes
outside, birds begin to chirp and chatter
morning will be here soon with her garish
light
I don't care to eat
or drink
or smoke a drag from
a cigarette
it is almost too much for me to bear
when you always seem to leave at an opportune time
all I ever wanted was to tell you
how much I wanted us to just stay
together in the here and now
if only for a while
but I could never mouth the words
long enough to still the desperate sirens
of my forlorn heart.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Friday, May 1, 2009
Poem: "Bending The Loop"
"Bending The Loop"
She stands alone
closing her eyes
she imagines herself
clad in black
her brown hair
pulled back
the dress accentuates
every lovely curve
"I am fat," she says
to no one in particular
"I am a whore," she protests
still, no one seems to listen
she lost her father
the dear man she loved
she was raped twice
in the same day
her cries for help lost
still, somewhere in the world
there is a boy
locked in his room
wrapped in loathing and desperate straits
he reaches out to her
"Come and stay awhile," he gently whispers
his hands tremble at the thought of her
of the embrace and the oncoming rush of warmth
and understated vulnerability
"No," she counters, "I would not, dear boy,"
her voice firm with intention
the boy weeps silently
in his soul, forcing a smile
she takes the boy by the hand
and kisses him ever so softly
on trembling lips
whispering all the while
"how I love you despite my better nature."
two kindred spirits barely hanging onto a thread.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
She stands alone
closing her eyes
she imagines herself
clad in black
her brown hair
pulled back
the dress accentuates
every lovely curve
"I am fat," she says
to no one in particular
"I am a whore," she protests
still, no one seems to listen
she lost her father
the dear man she loved
she was raped twice
in the same day
her cries for help lost
still, somewhere in the world
there is a boy
locked in his room
wrapped in loathing and desperate straits
he reaches out to her
"Come and stay awhile," he gently whispers
his hands tremble at the thought of her
of the embrace and the oncoming rush of warmth
and understated vulnerability
"No," she counters, "I would not, dear boy,"
her voice firm with intention
the boy weeps silently
in his soul, forcing a smile
she takes the boy by the hand
and kisses him ever so softly
on trembling lips
whispering all the while
"how I love you despite my better nature."
two kindred spirits barely hanging onto a thread.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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