Damn You!

Found myself sorting through all my mind clutter
Much of which had been
…long stored away in the recesses of my mind
Curious….or shall I say…Intriguing,
Her recognizing my preference to remain alone
…and not mistaking it for my being “lonely”
In keeping her distance…
…she has somehow gotten so close
Closer than I would once ever allow
How? Why?
She hasn't seen me at my polars end
Knows nothing of my pointless grumblings
I would never be what she wants
Damn her!
All this….juxtaposing going on in my head
As we interact
Our thoughts, indeed our individual personifications…
 …often appear as mirror images of each other
Differentiated only by the slightest of nuances
I wasn’t wanting, I wasn’t looking

…but now I clearly see, all the possibilities
Damn you!

Rory

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The Capricious Mist Above

Bashful Clouds
Looming once again
Sometimes they bring thunder
Sometimes they loiter aimlessly
…leaving behind their cascades
This time, in the cool of the evening
They’ve come rather peacefully
Quietly passing through
…as if they did not want to be noticed
For a while I gaze into their gentle demeanor
Then curl up under a blanket
…and sink into indolence

Rory

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Passing Glances

Now I remember

I was there briefly during your youth

I appeared one night as a howling wind 

…tapping against the glass on your window

You were so….shy but very self-conscious

It was not my intention to frighten you

I could only smile when you hid beneath the covers

…demanding that I “go away”

The raindrops told me of the furtive glance you gave

…as you rose your head after I had indeed moved on

They mentioned the hours spent with you

Calming your mind, rinsing away your fears

Amusing I found it…

…how they would constantly nourish and protect you

They told me you were not like all the other seedlings

…that one day you would blossom into a most beautiful flower

One that will stand boldly against worldly elements

Now, in looking upon you

I can see…they were correct

Rory

©rj2014

Dedicated 

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In Deference

her eyes, hushed
although within them
I recognize her sagacity
often I wonder if her adulation I deserve
by means unbeknownst, I had fallen off (again)
my aspirations, quelled
reduced to muted longings
indifference the result
seeing past her own disillusions
breaking free of spatial confines
always thinking about me
always directing towards me
...her primal energy
I grasp a hold
the tempest slowly dissolving

Rory

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Musical performance by Phaeleh - Afterglow ft. Soundmouse

Deadly Silence

laying awake, restless
watching the dramatization of my emotions
…as they careen across my mind’s eye
once flames of inspiration burning inside me
now, only embers
trying desperately, hoping to convince myself
these words, these feelings
…were I to mention them
would not be construed as malignant
they embody my affection
an agape for so long I’ve held
in hope that you may come to know

Rory


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Forgive My Idyll Thinking

I.

Haven't you seen me glad
Have I not consistently imparted my optimism
Has not my epitaph been engraved in your heart
Still my belief in you will never wane

II.

You dared cast your glance upon me
In that instant, for me, a reawakening
My renunciation of solidarity notwithstanding
Suddenly, across my minds eye, a tableau of fervent expressions

III.

How could it have been, my conscious perceiving, allured by perfidious notions
Having bid farewell to somber transgressions
Ours was to be a sacred dance, triumphant
Perhaps swinging too far on the pendulum I had remained

IV.

To flames kindled with ambiguity, normally I have an aversion
Fault my foresight, saw what I wanted to see, the end of separation
Amidst this trice we’ve shared, this chance, the love of my hope emerged
What fate shall grant us, I am amenable unto


Rory

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Alley Of Maladies

In close proximity
…to the center, symbolic of wealth and prosperity
Lights at the end of a dark alley
Illuminate the shadows of  lost souls

Rancor
Duplicity
Libido’s conjoin in anonymity

This, a corridor amenable to the last bastion of
…human dignity

Life, having become a living hell
…and thus, their best laid plans had been shelved
In favor of…
                    …deals that could only made with the devil

Mayhem
Revulsion
Spirits traumatized perpetually

This is where the deranged and the heartless troll

Rory


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