The Separation

The truth burnt me

at the tip of my tongue

and small embers became alight

God knows, how much I tried

to keep the flames inside

but

it wasn't mean to be...

My conscience only served to feed the heat

that made my brow leak

from drops of my own deceit

and I cried like

never before

invisible tears

that shattered the floor

upon which I stood...

and like

the jagged throes of birth

my words

painful in their stride

surpassed the speed of light

and invaded your chest

ripping open the cage

that shielded your life

and

left you without breath

left your cardiac

arrested

without bail

as your beats failed

so did your trust in me...

and as I looked at the pieces

of our infarcted love

lying beneath

our broken dreams

I saw us

as we really were

separate beings

whose love was never meant

to be

but at one time

we were devout

so I didn't protest

as you screamed out

your baritone laced with defeat

I,

didn't protest hearing the door slam

with finality from beneath

I,

didn't protest

watching your back recede

into the shadows street

for I knew

the love we carried

was. not. meant. to. be.

and that nevermore,

the two would meet...

but sometimes I wonder...

what if I was wrong...

My Inspiration:  Old Poetry Archives #2014

 

© KohylahPiper 2017

#86 Blackbirds' Cries

courtesy: A. Gambrel

The blackbird have descended

through the winter’s heart

rending

noise

Slowly moving 

from crescendos

to frantic calls

.listen.

as they cry,

and shuffle through

the branches

.listen.

As they scratch

the ground

wondering if they can

advance beyond

The huddle 

where

all their calamity is kept

The huddle 

where

Calamity is strength

.look.

at how their flock rises up

blackened smoke

cutting across the sky

and though 

their feathery mist

eventually subsides

you are left

with the echoes

of their frantic cries.

 My Inspiration: Blackbirds

© KohylahPiper 2016

#68 Duality and Lessons

courtesy: Wordpress Blog Random_Michelle

Your conscience holds its own hands;

walking down streets,

lightly paved with fertile soul

that grows

both health and disease

in soul,

dis-ease

in sole 

remedy of survival

it held its own hands

because it had to keep you balanced

masterfully equal

and adjusted in the face

of this world’s evils.

Breaking even

brothers of the same heritage

lounging temperaments

that when provoked

could ensure a disaster

for they live everyday speaking

into your essence

guiding your mirth and your anger 

and the all of the ways you can

consider life’s matters.

One sibling settles your cases

observing the laws governing thoughts 

of reason -

the other couldn’t care less

but feeds his ego

while biding his time

till he erupts into rage 

tired of being a mental slave

man enslaved

animal caged

till the other calms him

trading in patience

giving strength to what’s weak

traded in love

for his brother’s ignorant conceit.

And its this symbiosis

that has led you to

a middle ground, narrow

that you choose to tread

because its the only path

you’ve seen that both

knowledge and wisdom consistently blend.

Teaching you :

Justice,

is nothing but lawful vengeance

with rules of fairness upheld.

And the glory in revenge

is nought if

you still have no peace 

within yourself.

Faith without tenacity

is sloth lying under covers

soon to fade for if there

is no action,

words are all rootless, 

slowly dying flowers.

Love covers all things

all transgression 

all faults

but not always in

the way you would choose

because love can be harsh

directing your hope towards truth.

Your conscience holds its own hands;

walking down streets,

lightly paved with fertile soul

that grows

both health and disease

in soul,

dis-ease

in sole 

remedy of survival

it held its own hands

because it had to keep you balanced

masterfully equal

and adjusted in the face

of this world’s evils.

# SELAHSATURDAYS

My Inspiration: Conscience in the Natural Man & Photo Prompt by Random_Michelle 

 

© KohylahPiper 2016