The Last of Her... (She)

 She...

     I swear... I dreamed through a spited window, Of the day she left me, My hope; She... The more I grew into the ever present future, I anxiously worried, There was much unwanted foreshadowing... Over the future... Am I predestined to be lonely, I'm but a man at war within, Fighting the day's today destiny, But she... She is all I've ever desired, Ever wanted, Ever dreamed of... The date of every day with she is my life continued happiness.

In lieu of,

Another and every tomorrow after.

Ps. She left me without reading a poem...

Destination: Out of Luck I

 I am...  

     Uneasily minted by a press of oppression and a desire for the divine, Embossed with an unwanted faith distorted purpose, Scratched the designated internal cognitive design away to resurface, A scoundrel promising to pursue a crooked path to revive my own derelict of empathy conscience!

In lieu of,

Reformatting

Dull One's Hope I

I am...

But a killjoy...

The less hoped for,

The less I should suffer,

Denial is a remedy,

Never awake,

And yet... I

Weep.

No Hope or Riches: All This Time... I

 From everything,

      I am at anxious war, Hiding a facade of wilting aspirations... But a lonely apathetic smile drowning itself in battle with tears never contempt of self acceptance by another shed...

In lieu of,

My tears... not hope,

Keeping me here,

It's... nothing,

And no one;

I am prey,

A villain,

Death.  

Above... Now... Below... I

 No hope,

      Nothing of faith to be had, A plague upon the wishful hope thinking of every and all the stars, Villain shrouded in clouds of darkness be my name, A poet who attempted and cried out for aimlessly more, Yet abandoned by any warmth through life empowered by the sinking prejudice ship called home.

In lieu of,

Kissing the fire.

Hell I... Hath,

Come!

All Hope is Compromised I

An echo,

Into the void...

With conscious sedation,

Hope crawled back into the dark,

Standing in the line of life,

Bitterly awaiting an end,

Death is the grave,

There is but,

Lethargy.

Past & Present III

  In lieu...

An earnest anticipation,

Of playing pretend; half dead,

Dull your hope and senses,

To be half of somewhat...

Even quasi accepted!

No one ever said,

Or told me,

I'd have,

To be...

Play pretend,

To be loved...

Past & Present II

 In lieu of...

Playing half dead,

To be somewhat...

Quasi accepted!

No one ever,

Said...

To...

Me!

Past & Present

 In lieu of,

Playing dead,

To be...

Even,

Accepted!

All Hope is gone... I

I tell you,

The hatred... 

It's all mine,

It's a haven,

For who,

Who,

Am,

I

Gestalt Aggressive III

Foes...

      Lost in the daily algorithmic grind, Each deserve a singularity answered or dreading naught question of purpose, Bruising all who surround; Still remain unmoving, Congruence in a selfish soft interpretation of honesty, All is an internal broken agenda; Bluffing the invisible spirit of want and invincible. May the tyrant be besought by the truth of any mirror!

In earnest anticipation of,

Reflections.

Fallen Question I

 Foes and friends,

      Deserve the question of purpose, Bruising all who still remain moving, Congruence in self honesty, No bluffing to the invisible spirit we may be promoting! Now all falseness can erode and no one but 'we' can tell anyone of us who to be... A beacon for the mirror.

In earnest anticipation of,

Reflections.

Throne Of Whom... I

 Thrown,

    Into an unwanted destiny, Writing self amidst wolves, A wretch of witches, Concealing a war on everything, Do to a condemnation of the right, They willingly into bed carry...!

In anticipation of,

Believing in:

Me...(us)

We...

You!

She... Mum I

  I'm afraid,

   Of time... Cause I know, You won't be there...

In lieu of...

Never-reminders!

She...

A kin...

    We're once, Sometime again...? Crashed into one another, Amid a half lost self diluted expression, Wishing everything together and away, Making a deal with the hospital g-d of day, We absolutely delivered, Into the night(s)...  Exchanging stolen false but unto one another honest smiles amid the darkness.

In lieu of,

Missing a sibling...

She... XIXIII

 I've written,

      Mountains of words, But we best speak in chirps and silences, I never cared what we're saying... Because together we've overcome the insurmountable fathoms of who we were once were apart, and now we're together...

In lieu of,

Forever

Shouting in Silence I

  Echoes,

     Repetitious alignments of malignant opinions, Voiced by the dying to persuade anyone to listen... To die with the hatred with which they've became.

In lieu of ending...

Such malice!

Forever

A Glass Realm...

 Under Glass

Have you ever…

Listened to the end,

Of the world?!?

It will destroy you,

Into tears… 

And joy…!

For all now can balance,

All of humanity’s,

Inhumanity…

Is gone! 

Tides of Echoes I

 Being in,

     For watching tides change, No more war, No more religion, No more prejudice, No more hate, Brought on without the winds or the rain, A tidal shift forever drowning us all in hope!

In lieu of,

The rise of...

Such change!

We Have Made

I am plague,

Forever thorns,

Wounding everyone,

An insecurity onslaught,

From within; I won,

Overcoming all,

Said no one,

Alone...

Ever!