BogeyandBacall Poetry (2)

“ THE ESSENCE “

I only live that I may die
I only love that I should cry –
I sometimes hate and wonder why
On a sunny day can’t see the sky.

The clouds are black and slowly creeping
Around me and I heard them weeping,
For they can see me gently sleeping
And to myself the wrongs I’m keeping.

Why tell you – you did not ask me
Why I let my mind go rusty;
I shut my eyes when the clear, blue sea
Got dark and gray – then black and dusty.

I just don’t care about people fighting,
Nor do I know of what I am writing;
I can not feel my heart still beating,
Nor do I know of what I’m eating.

I dare not look behind my shoulder
Else would I see the ruins there smolder;
As time goes on I get much colder
And the wrongs I do get so much bolder.

Why did that fly land on my table
And say ‘kill me’ if you think you’re able;
He did not flinch when snapped the cable
Linking him with life’s dead label.

It was death that he did fear –
Too frightened to shed a lonesome tear
For me to see – I could not hear
A whimper to gladden my open ear.

Who was he to be so free
And condemn my capability:
Now he’s dead – I must agree
A lonesome hero he must be.

This Word Called Love”
 
This sacred word called 'Love' is used
Much to often to just 'amuse'
The minds and hearts of those who lose
And do not know when to refuse.
 
We must begin to realize
Love must not be the crutch of lies,
For it is the most precious prize
That one can gain before he dies.
 
I pity those who have no sight
Down deep within to pierce the night -
To see the essence, feel the might
That love can give them with its' light.
 
So used to being so unkind
To those who could have helped him find
The truth and good within his mind -
Now all are gone - he's left behind.
 
Now he will live a life so near
To death that he will often peer
And hope that he could end it here
But cannot for he is not sincere.
 
Of where to go he does not know,
Embraced in the arms of Limbo
From which he cannot break to go
To those above or those below.
 
There's too much artificial praise
So many people in a daze
Too blind to change their selfish ways -
Thus truth will fall and hell we'll raise.