Knightmare61 Poetry (8)

In times of feast or famine love needs to be examined
In days when love fills us beyond measure we account of its treasure
In moments of emptiness and despair we sometimes just don't care for the pain is a bit much to bear

We can go for a considerable long season without and meet love with doubt as we question intention along with pretty little pouts


As we rejoice in fantasy and passion of stolen moments
there comes a time we consider the mix of love and its unique components

Yet, often do we blindly fall into a lair of pretty faces so fair, we cannot always discern who plays the game better when we have to fold with only a pair

Oh the cliche we heard a thousand times what a tangled web we weave but,first we practice to deceive.

It's hard to find a love we can truly believe only we must give it a chance to join in the dance

Love comes in many shapes and disguises even with a few surprises

In times of feast indulge with care for as easily love comes it can leave just the same with despair

In times of famine we must
re-examine what is true to our ways and either rebuild or create something new to fill our days

Take care old fool cause nobody else wants to dig you out of your pool

Yes many will come to suggest a way some that may save the day
yet, it's still ultimately our choice of how we want to play

The old cliche ye can lead a horse to water but, can't make him drink
how often it makes us ponder and think

See how youth laughs and plays through all those lost and forgotten summer days

Now our eyes are old and dim and life is viewed in a haze

When we thought we couldn't wait to be cool and grown up now we sit in bed or chair hoping not to spill our cup

As we take our pills and eat the swill looking through the glass feeling like a stupid a**

Watching the world pass us by reflecting those moments of joy that made us cry
Even the sorrows seem to be a joyful sigh

The face we see counting the lines and scars though we wear them with honor under a crimson sky as we wipe the tears from our eyes.

Where is our reward but, to feel the reaper's sword as he prods us along that final path in the hope to reach the house of a mysterious lord

There are no promises in this life nor warranty implied to avoid the strife
Yet, we have choices and paths to walk and much idle talk

We may have had many loves and friends to comfort us along the way with many life's lessons, their value is never a waste for they are our guides and teachers in bringing us to ourselves

No matter how old we get or feel one thing is certain upon meeting the end of our time, mommy and daddy we cry for in leading us through the dark and uncertainty sublime

A journey we all must take alone though we are given the hope of a shepherd to lead us to his home.

Memories of our life may flash before us the good and bad alike those footprints in the sand we look for along the hike
We wonder who will be holding our hand when we reach our final stand

Will our folks and long lost friends be there to welcome us to a banquet that never ends?

One can only hope for such a meet
In the meantime let us pray that our lord will our soul he keeps

Ah the joy of being ghosted
as you ponder the last thought posted

It starts out like a wonderful time discussing many thoughts of introduction
The hopeful ideas come to mind could this be the one for to make such a production of affections?

Or is it all a load of crap with a subtle face slap? Hence, watch what people do vs what they say while they are just out to play

Yep it doesn't have to be the time of Samhain to have someone drive you insane
They can play their games anytime you arrange

Yet, to be mindful of investment in a few moments of correspondence
Nothing lost but, a few minutes to kill for a cheesy thrill

Yet a note to tell when someone rings your bell you have the option to play for a spell or direct them to go to Hell

In this arena it's a wonderful game
Chatting up a storm with a beautiful dame
Yet, consider the cost basically nothing lost

Easy come Easy go just go with flow there is no rhyme or reason why people do what they do
Just don't let it happen to you.

Stop by when you can't stay so long
Come and dance to a lovely song

When you heard enough don't be so gruff
just leave silently in a huff no explanation no courtesy of a reason why or a long goodbye.

No reply is a reply fret not the reason why
Just consider whatever was said
they were only f*cking with your head

One moment they want to learn of your story and everything appears to be honky dory
The next you wonder what you said or did when suddenly you get ghosted

Yes it's a unique game playing with people's emotions within such a unique ocean

Yet, to consider the time invested a few moments of correspondence a relationship does not make to be tested

Faces here come and go except maybe those who been here for ages who eventually become sages

Nevertheless, thanks for stopping by, here's mud in your eye!
Come back again when you can't stay so long like motel 6 the light is occasionally on to hear your song

Ah, but be mindful when they stop listening that's when to worry and then it's probably time to change your story.

I just plain don't like you
I don't share your point of view
You annoy me incessantly
Don't think I'm obligated to respond to you so pleasantly

I am independent now and don't need to kow tow
I don't want your sniveling
whimpers or mood swings
that doesn't make my heart sing

It just makes you more of a fool
and you just don't know the rule
I am woman, I need not have to explain my ways
You are man you are to just accept me and if you want to play
Man always pays

What's mine is mine and who I give is my choice and I don't listen to every voice
Yes, I may have what the boys want
yet, I can train my dog or another girl to give me a twirl

What hurts so much is there was a time I gave you my all and everything I am was yours to heed to your call
Yet, you betrayed my love for another you slipped on like a glove

Now here I sit in world of fools
feeling I'm drowning in a pool
Pretending I will find someone better
who may follow my rule to the letter
Yet, every night I still sleep cold and alone and my heart is but, a stone

They claim if given a try there is a possible new chance at love to wipe away the hidden tear in my eye
So, far I haven't seen much but, your clever lies
So, I have learned to play the same game
Yet, I'm finding nobody wins as we all watch the arrow spin
Waiting and wondering who or where it will stop to show a way in

So, I am content to just be and not wallow in pity or lament
I am empowered to love myself and not be a man's trophy sitting on a shelf

I have my ways and my faults and if you can't accept me as I am how can you expect me to love you oh foolish man?

You never realize how good you have it until it's gone
Though both sides suffer over what went wrong

Maybe after we all grow up we will find a moment to love again
Hopefully we will learn from our mistakes before we meet our end

A thought for no rhyme or reason
Just maybe for this moment in the season

Lost in your eyes dreaming to hear your hungering sigh
With each gentle kiss
the taste of your tongue with a hiss

Your ever flowing stream of love
how it fits so snug like a glove
You cover me like a warm cozy blanket
It keeps me safe from the troubles of the world
Yet, I know I'm just lying to myself
in believing any word or thought
you convey for you have shown your ways just about every day.

Such beauty and charm to consider what's the harm?

Yet,one thing that keeps you near to my ear as I long to kiss your tears and trade them for love to dispel your fears

Your message is always clear and I heard it for many years
You are in very much pain and I know I drive you insane

Never have I seen such loyalty for such a fool like me I just don't understand what you see

Yet, is it only of your need until someone or something better comes along to make you crumble to your knees?

There is no rhyme or reason to the things you say or do and maybe that's why I am so crazy about you

In this world you are lucky to find one loyal friend to the bitter end

People and circumstances change like the wind and they love to play as long as the game is going their way

When you are down and out and lost in the fray you know who your friends are come that dark desolate day

Oh some may profess they were your friend but, only if you walk their way
In this arena many cry for someone to dance to their song
Even if they feel yours is wrong

Yet, one thing that leads to their dismay
They don't give the effort or time to what they believe it leads to a question who have they really decieved?

Ye shall know a tree by its fruit it bears hence, ye will know who really cares.

One night I had a dream
I couldn't talk nor scream

Out of a silvery pristine sea
I saw Angels dancing so effortlessly

Flying to and fro they had a greenish glow

Such a beautiful site to see
I had hoped they come to rescue me

Suddenly, a whirlwind of light and love filled my whole being and I was placed on a platform with circular light rings

I felt such beauty and warmth and visions of crystal temples shapes seeming so complex but, effective and simple

I began to wonder if I died and went to Heaven and suddenly, a voice in my head said unto me

"Beloved son of man how blind you seem to be if you were dead would you experience such ecstasy?"

I pondered for a moment about such a thought and yes it is all for naught.

Then out of a flash of light there a appeared such a beautiful sight

Hundreds if not thousands of beautiful angels so lovely to behold none young or old

I asked who they were and what they wanted from me
They spoke without a word but to my heart and mind in kind so gently

"Beloved brother of mine and ours we are your sisters and brothers and friends from another dimension and time"

" We bring you here from time to time to show your true self in kind"

I looked upon all I saw of technology and healing of the heart and mind a spiritual journey ever sublime

I wondered if I was still dreaming and an angel spoke to me, "This is your reality not the world you live in everyday, we just appear to you in a dimension that you can understand our ways

What you see of us is only an idea to offer you from your point of view yet, we are beyond your understanding and we see and know your troubles you hold so true

You may ask why we do not intervene but, quite often we do only to a select few

Your world is still not ready for what's in store to bring much healing and love and more

Open your heart to what you believe and let go of your fears to be relieved.
Unlearn your past experiences see them wash away
In our truth there is no past or future but, only today

Humans sing and cry for love without offering it and wonder why they still can't find their way

They want but, rarely do they give
it's kind of a contradiction to live

Nevertheless, we sit in another dimension observing your human contention

All we can do is sit and wait and watch you decide your fate

Yet, we forgive you for you know not what you do
We were very much like you and still learning and growing to see life renewed

Hence, go our beloved and teach with kindness what we showed you. Though many will still reject our truth and that is their choice

For they are free to have their point of view. As the saying goes don't shoot the messenger for one day the truth will be revealed to each and everyone of you.

Getting ever so close to the edge of darkness
I see it with great starkness

My beloved calls to me as she walks out from the foamy sea
Her beauty is beyond measure and truly a treasure

Surrounded but very much alone nothing but, painted faces molded like stone
I see the emptiness of my soul and the depth of black water waiting to drown me in a very deep hole

Many will tell me I dug myself into such a place
Hence, I am but, my own disgrace
Oh they say there is always a choice its just a matter which voice I am willing to hear that will wipe away my fear

The edge of darkness is just too strong and there is no ideal truth or pretty song that will make things right or wrong its where I belong

Pretending for just one more day of hope but, finding it still too hard to cope whats just one more shot of dope?

Oh how it feels to escape the pain I dont care what it does to my brain all that matters is for a moment to break the chain

The edge of darkness is near I can actually embrace it and have no fears I cant even recognize my tears all I hear is the ringing in my ear

Soon it will be over I will be on other side there is no more reason to hide
To those who know or knew me I say goodbye. I will fade away and be just a vapor of empty thoughts that once took space but, had no face

The darkness is near its coming upon a black shadow ever so clear. The knight upon a mare he rides upon a cloud as death is his shroud
He comes to take me to a place I have never been
All l see is a frightened little boy sitting alone among his broken little toys and a box full of his sins

Yet, who is his judge but, the fool he sees through the looking glass feeling like a stupid a** yet, he knows he is easily replaced by 100 other would be suitors for a bride to sit on their grace

The knight upon his mare rides through the darkness of his soul as he blindly rides to his demise as the shroud of darkness covers his eyes

He journeys through the dead of night high upon a hill to his delight. The valley below is full of shadows and sounds of cries and moans that shake the stones

Oft in the distance there shines a light ever so bright. There stands his beloved as she calls unto him come and take my hand that I may guide you to the light.

Walk away from the world you know and step into where you belong where silver streams flow
and pretty flowers all in a row await to feed your soul

On the other side of the edge of darkness rests the light of love and beauty with all its mystery.
If want you want out of the darkness step into the light and see all your cares and burdens wash away in the hope of a new day

The choice is yours silly old fool. You can ride upon your mare to the edge of time and space and still be lost in your disgrace or change the path your on before its too late

Dont let this world around you decide your fate old boy make a stand to stop playing the fool
Stop wasting your life on silly damsels who have no heart who play you like a tool

Your Knightmare is half finished and you still have time to create a dream if you believe