locohobo Poetry (2)

Distant, the echo’s of my heart
Far flung,upon the seas of life
Oblivioned to strangers hand
Trialed,in turmoiled living strife

Diluted, the fullness of my blood
Strewn seed of careless youth
In isolation distance spans
You my son, in living truth

Consummation of misguided love
In abandonment life begun
Thru primal urge ignorance blossomed
In denial unity unsung

Deprivation of sight and sound
Newborn innocence unbeheld
Blame could not apportion round
Man in doubt, his might is felled

Timeless thoughts of who and where
Aliened fruit of my urge, unloved
Physical sense of longings quenched
Prodigal times of my life unproved

Relieved, at last you have a name
My circle’s round, My life complete
But judge me not by others sound
See My Face before ere we meet

What do you see when you look at me,
What is written on my face.
Does it portray my life or my past,
My hardships or my failings.
Does it show where I am,
Where I’ve been ,or what I’ve done.
Does it show the loneliness of my soul,
The agony of my existence, alone.
Does it show the joy in my heart
Just waiting to erupt, if allowed.
Does it show the love within,
The depth of which, scares me.
A love, so deep I cannot show
Because I struggle to understand it myself.
A love, hard learned over a life time,
Cost a life time, cost a life.
Does it show the fear within,
A hidden fear, rejection, misunderstanding.
What feeling within even my own blood,
Am I of your blood, or have you too disowned me
I cannot look at you , afraid what you may see
So, just what do you see when you look at me
Is my face a mirror of my life
Do you see all this, and more,
Or do you see me at all
Do you look at me, or just through me.