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Because…..I Do

Someone asked me, why do you love her so much?
And at the time, I had this picture in my mind
Of quoting all of these poems that rhyme.
But for fear of running out of time, I
Simply responded by just saying, because I do

With a confused gaze they looked at me
As if I had just committed the highest level of love’s blasphemy,
As if the simplicity of my response made it only one of apathy
Therefore I very matter-of-factly explained my response

It’s like my heart will only beat, when my lungs can take in the air
That I am only able to receive whenever I am standing within her presence
You see, she gives me a reason to breathe

And when God created us, he made our souls on each side of a mirror,
So that whenever we met, there would be no mistaking
That we were perfectly made to reflect the greatness of each other,
Yes, we are soul mates.

Before her, I would often sit and wonder to myself,
Why anyone would find joy in losing control and falling into anything,
Especially love
But now that I am with her, I wake up every single day in Heaven,
And begin free falling in love with her over and over again,
Because I know that whenever the end of that day comes, she will catch me
And I will again be in Heaven preparing for my freefall all over again

I rejoice in the fact that I know that at any given moment,
I can truly say that I am more in love with her than I was even a minute ago,
And that on that day when we exchanged rings,
She became my forever and I her eternity, so understand
That when I answer your question in a way that seems minute to you,
Know that I answer it in the same way that I accepted the commitment
Under the eyes of the most high, by simply saying…..I do

Marionette

Behind the curtains that surround the stage,
Hidden within the depths of his memory, she
Holds her position, and with the greatest of precision
She begins to manipulate her living marionette,
With a hidden control of her strings that would make even Geppetto jealous,
Though, her strings are not wasted on mere physical extremities,
These invisible lines are attached to his mind,
Intertwined with the fibrous lines of his emotions,
Embedded deeper than any other puppeteer’s strings,
Into the essence of what makes him a living human being….
She manipulates his soul
While for the normal person the very act of hoping
And dreaming occurs naturally,
But the unfortunate truth embedded within his reality,
Is that the birth of every dream only leads to another emotional casualty
You see, like a normal man living by design, he
Sometimes allows his mind to open the doors to other living realities,
Like caring, nurturing and loving another woman unconditionally,
But every time he tries to step through that door, his emotions are pulled,
Pulled by that very string tied to the depths of his memory,
Cloaked in the evil that is their history,
It begins to force its way through,
And like the most potent of poisonous venoms it begins to,
Suck the very life from his dream, and regardless of anything
That he attempts to do, he succumbs.
And while the sulfurous sting of sadness fills his lungs, he
Regains control of the only thing he still holds of his own,
He pulls those tears from the backs of his eyes,
Guides them through the gaps of his puppeteer’s intertwined lines,
And only allows them to flow on the inside.
So the next time you question the pain in his eyes,
And he simply replies that a man never cries,
Realize the true reality of what it is that you are seeing.
That while you may choose to shed emotional tears,
He simply chooses to work between the puppeteer,
And is most likely internally bleeding.

Forever Flowers

I saw a flower today and it reminded me of you
Not only due to its aesthetic appeal, but
Because like you, despite living a life
Of being battered, bruised and passed by
It still manages to exemplify
The essence of immaculate beauty

Scars caused by the harshness of the world, yet
Managing to still hold enough of the sun within
While developing the strength to grow against the wind,
Instead of becoming a casualty of this world’s sin
Its petals still find a way to radiate
With a vibrance normally reserved only for the stars

And such is the image of you…
For you alone have developed a level of mastery
In the ability to conceal those wounds internally,
And although you bear the scars emotionally,
Within the worst of your reality you’ve captured beauty,
And on the surface you exemplify beautiful imperfection

And though it may seem as if below those petals
Your heart and soul are often on the verge of a loss
Know that within that place where your internal conflict lives,
Enough of your pure essence still exists
The truest luminescence through any abyss
And you will radiate as beautiful as the most vibrant of flowers.

Lost Love’s Letter

They say you should never wear your heart on your sleeves
And I realize that’s because it’s so much like suicide when you,
Present your love to someone and they cut it…
They cut it at its roots like an unwanted weed
In the personal garden of love that is their Eden

Which is why I’m surprised at how un-reluctantly, I
Gathered up the fullness of my heart and my being,
Wrapped it, and tied it with the ribbon of my everything,
Kissed it with the fragrance that is the very breath of my soul,
And presented it wholly and solely to you

Even though within the depths of my mind I knew,
That being in love with you is like reaching toward the Heavens,
Trying to wrap your hand around a trail of stardust
You close your hand tightly, refusing to open it again, because you know
There is nothing there but the emptiness of your own false hope

I initially felt this to be the rough draft of loves suicide,
But now, I simply consider it my thank you letter
And if you find comprehension to be difficult to grasp,
Than hopefully these words will better help you to understand
How I can openly speak of the emotional fault in my stars

You see, though my love for you was only but a first aid kit
Where pieces of my heart were only used as convenient bandages
And my loyalty only a light dosage of emotional pain relief
With the care package of me only to be used in times of temporary need,
For repairing the scars of those you’ve chosen to falsely love

I still give thanks to you for an introduction to unsatisfied longing,
And for utilizing protective gloves and dull blades
On those days that you chose to handle the fragile package of my heart
For I can now move on truly with faith in knowing,
That God has indeed given my life in love, a second chance

My Unborn Dreams

In the moment that I first met you, I didn’t know how to accept you
And though it may seem as if I in the past I have left you,
Let me assure you, that I could never forget you
For you were indeed the child of my dreams.

And when I speak of my dreams, I do so not figuratively
But rather quite literally, see I can remember you so vividly,
Before you became a concealed wound in the depths of my memory
You appeared to me, mixed in the imagery of a dream

Even before I cursed your mom for refusing me the opportunity,
And for depriving me of the chance to test my own false ability,
Before I had ever read the words that she had written upon that sheet
You came to me, and you said to me that I was not quite ready yet

Even though to myself I often selfishly cried, I
Denied my foolish pride, handcuffing it to the depths of my insides,
And while it fought me for position, at my hearts inner walls it pried
I convinced myself I wasn’t ready yet to teach a Prince to be a King

And so I lived on….

Committed to becoming someone that the world could depend on
Using the pain of a life never lived as a reason to become strong
But I was not yet prepared to relive the melody of that same sad song,
And at that moment I was reminded that true control was not my own

Because, just like your brother who had come and gone before you, you
Penetrated the sub reality of my dreams and your image came through
And I was forced to feel the fresh pain that comes along with reopened wounds,
Because at the moment I saw you, I was certain that I already knew you

As I awoke, I could feel your mother’s pain though she chose to never share it,
I was completely aware that my unborn Princess had arrived at Heaven’s gates
on the chariot of a miscarriage
And though she and I decided to move on, this pain I still chose to bare it
For I accepted that not being ready was sadly, a fault I’d claim as my own

And so I lived on….

Knowing that even though I may have concealed the scars for so long, I
Still ask God to help me maintain the façade of being so strong
Praying that one day it will become true strength and the façade will be gone,
But until the day I have grown strong enough to handle my own

Please, don’t allow me another opportunity to dream,
For again taking on the task of simply living on,
I just don’t think I’m quite ready.

Reality TV

My first ever poetic duet. I hope you all enjoy it.

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In a relationship that may have been doomed from the start,
I handed you the remote control to my heart
Because even without rings, in my dreams you would sing
The song of til death do us part
When in actuality in reality you chose to set the DVR
And said you’d get back to loving me later

To outsiders it appeared that we were on the same channel
People watched us and became envious
But they had no idea that we were stuck on the same station
Replaying the same episodes
Rewinding old outcomes and never celebrating
Because our series was seemingly cancelled

And yet I still waited, though I often contemplated
That our first step toward a future of forevers, would never take place
Even with the proof that Cupid is known for playing favorites
I held on, convinced that because I had waited for so long
Your heart would soon return from its extended hiatus,
Catch up to mine before it ran out of memory
And forgot what real love felt like

Then like a flash of lightning it struck me all at once
We were headed for syndication, with only one episode left
I extended my hand for the controls I gave you
Only to find you had sat the remote down a long time ago
With nothing left to hold on to, there was but one thing to do
Take a bow, bid farewell and recapture what initially belonged to me

And with the remaining shards of my heart still visible on my sleeves,
I slowly step back into the blackness of this new reality,
And as the credits roll I still hear that song from my dreams, and I bid you adieu,
With hopes that no one is ever chosen to replay these roles,
And their hearts are never pained from being exposed
To this same script, with them as the different cast.

On my first ever poetic duet, I was fortunate enough to work with Ms. C. Burks. A talented writer that doesn’t give herself enough credit :-). Check her blog out at journalisticexpressions.wordpress.com

At First Dance

In a moment in which only confusion seems to exist,
The reality in which I dream begins to transcend
The boundaries of the reality in which I live
Causing my perception of this moment to both wind and unwind
Creating within my mind a feeling of in-balance

And like the silhouette of the most beautiful enchantress
At the blurred edge of my reality, you appear
And with every single movement of your hips,
Whether it be subtle or intense, I find myself trapped
Entranced by the rhythmic poetry of your dance

Feeling that the spirits of which I have partaken have overtaken me,
Yet, with a newfound level of confidence in uncertainty I proceed,
Beginning the journey across the unsteady abyss of bodies in motion
Drawn ever closer, intoxicated by your aura inflicting me like a potion
Unintentionally hoping for this to be more than just a chance

And as the totality of our distance goes from immense to only mere inches
And the maestro plays a ballad of soulful bliss in the background
With an increase in the rhythmic melody of my heartbeat
As the enticement of your attraction completely overtakes me, I reach
And grab control of this chance when I grab ahold of your hand and ask

May I have this dance?