Words Much Like Poetry

This is a verse inspired by a friend of mine who believes that sometimes, just sometimes we have to trust in what seems impossible and cannot yet be fathomable. When hope seems to falter, and our human strength to fail. When all around us life seems to crumble, like a house of cards, faith always stands on a pinnacle, shining its way through the darkness. It revolves around and around like a lighthouse beacon through the thickest fog. It is then that we know our lives, like a vessel in troubled waters, blind, unstable, we will find our way home, upon the shores of happiness and contentment, where our dreams come to fruition.

by Kerri Miller what has become of what we knew, moments made memories so precious, the few, the amount of love did depreciate, life long searching for my soul mate, I knew of you then, know of you now, ever since you took the vow, the rings of engagement, or is it engaged by the ring, whatever the reason there is no real meaning. I close my eyes, I see your face, I smell your fragrance, your warm embrace. I open my eyes, you are out of sight, distant stranger in the night. I close my ears, I hear you whispering my name, kiss upon me, mixing pleasure with pain. I open my ears, the sound of silence, nothing, words you don’t say. I close my heart, I feel your hands, and I love you for making me feel this way. I open my heart, all has escaped, the moments made memories, all seem to fade. 11-06-03

"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought..." ~ William Shakespeare There is nothing sweet or silent about my thoughts. They are as a cacophony of thunderous emotion which boom against the brick walls of hindrance and despondency that I've built in my wage against an uncertain destiny. Am I bound for the immortality that is akin to rapacious craving in my terminable coil? Or am I bound for dust and the ash that I am namesake? A forgotten form that will dwell in the tide of longing that for eons has swallowed whole those that do not ever manage more than to live. In my mind, I shine brighter than the nova sun. In reality, very few look beyond the sullen shell that carries inside it my luminous core.

dear child this world has too much hate, selfishness and despair people with nothing else but malcontent in their heart that fuels their passions of vanity you must not bear ill will towards anyone it only consumes you from within turning you into those whom you loath so and paints your spirit with never ending malice do not avenge wrong done to you once it starts, the cycle never ends it mutates to boundaries beyond and blinds you from life's ultimate purpose dear mother it is too late - I am already burned my soul is darkened with hate and the sadism of vengeance I no longer deserve the tenderness offered me the passions in life I long for I am unclean of spirit of hell only destined dear friend hate in your heart is only the hate you bear against yourself for all the things you have done to make you feel unworthy of life healing comes from letting go you must forgive yourself it is impossible I know but it is the only way dear lover I cannot offer you myself I am tainted by my m...

Image: Ansel Adams, McDonald Lake, Public Domain

"Men often become what they believe themselves to be. If I believe I cannot do something, it makes me incapable of doing it. But when I believe I can, then I acquire the ability to do it even if I didn't have it in the beginning." ~ Mahatma Gandhi

she mocks me as she calls to me taunting me, haunting me her far cry irresistible her whispers the smoke of shadows she veils my tomorrow in dread, tearing my soul to pieces shredding my reason to ribbons of agony, capturing me in a cage of despair the ink in my word is gone the hue in my world is gone the shades in my world are gone the color in my world is gone I stumble to uncertainty, every step the pain of a thousand cries the tears are stuck in my throat, my heart is denied its voice there are snares in my path she dogs me in the shadows, laughing maniacally her minions of lack hope striking at me from the darkness I fear I shall fall and rot in this tunnel I fear i shall never wake, as she owns me forever the agony within lacks voice, as I call for death to take me but I know with certainty, he will not hear me a light that I long for is calling to me and it seems never nearing as I go to it it is my only salvation as she watches me succumb and even i...

I chase careless twirls with my eyes, as they merge with invisible mists, they conspire in whispers to capture my very soul. my soul will belong to her, the toxic exotic she has stolen my reverie, with baneful enticement. my ruthless wonder has poisoned me, there is no nostrum, her breath is of musky inhalations and a fragrance of fairy woods. she renders me breathless, quick looks with her bewitching brown gaze, they have an unconventional glimmer, la femme fatale has made me her willing prisoner.