Thinking long and hard that I shall never look into his eyes again. The loss of my soul in knowing the man-child. The lessons of hate and betrayal that taught me how to stand tall and never look back. Only once in my life this valuable lesson. That I ever had to suffer through it all confuses. Praying nightly for redemption from the cold memories. Frostbite on the tip of my tongue ready to answer to the one whom answers only to Lucifer. No sorrow for his fake life that he portrays to others. I know the truth ... I hear the truth. My heart hears his cries at night. Well deserved for all the cruelty the life has caused others. Pity? I dare not say he would deserve the luxury. A little more torment may lead him to know the God inside of him. More battle with the beast shall bring him to his knees and then the thoughts from the wounded souls will be heard. On a dark night the message will be accepted of the true path and then the flash of goodness that lies dormant inside will long to make peace with the world. Then and only then will destiny shine a true light to awaken God within the concrete walls of self-loathing.
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Friday, November 25, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Inside My Heart Of Hearts
That I shall ever trust him again in this life is a mystery,
Bitter, icy malice of the reaper who haunts the likes of me.
Lost in unfinished dreams that echo of the torment of slumber,
Evoking dark tremors night after night, far too many to number.
Awaken to reality in all the brightness of the light of this day,
Wrapped in illusions of us and the fact I must now have to pay.
The frozen rain that crackles in the once full,and glowing parts,
The love I keep safe inside the walls, inside my heart of hearts.
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All Rights Reserved
Bitter, icy malice of the reaper who haunts the likes of me.
Lost in unfinished dreams that echo of the torment of slumber,
Evoking dark tremors night after night, far too many to number.
Awaken to reality in all the brightness of the light of this day,
Wrapped in illusions of us and the fact I must now have to pay.
The frozen rain that crackles in the once full,and glowing parts,
The love I keep safe inside the walls, inside my heart of hearts.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2011
All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Excuse My Soul
I've lost your memory forever hidden from my heart,
Ghosts of the past darken the longer we're apart.
I can not continue to act as if the extreme malice
Shown to me was deserved from your crimson palace.
But I can excuse my soul for believing in dreams,
Ones only my trusting heart held dear it seems.
All an illusion to have faith in one whom shatters
The covenant of we,acting as if nothing matters.
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All Rights Reserved
Ghosts of the past darken the longer we're apart.
I can not continue to act as if the extreme malice
Shown to me was deserved from your crimson palace.
But I can excuse my soul for believing in dreams,
Ones only my trusting heart held dear it seems.
All an illusion to have faith in one whom shatters
The covenant of we,acting as if nothing matters.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2011
All Rights Reserved
Monday, September 12, 2011
Dreams
In my dreams there is a wish that is coming true,
Each day the celebration of uniting the lost two.
In his dreams the same dream keeps finding a home,
Where the days lead them as one, at night they roam.
In our dreams the future unfolds as it were today,
Divine guidance as the angels lead us on our pure way.
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All Rights Reserved
Each day the celebration of uniting the lost two.
In his dreams the same dream keeps finding a home,
Where the days lead them as one, at night they roam.
In our dreams the future unfolds as it were today,
Divine guidance as the angels lead us on our pure way.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2011
All Rights Reserved
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Dead
You are dead to me as if I had viewed your corpse
Laying in a silken pine box waiting for your last wake,
Dead as the stench of betrayal and hypocrisy of the
Bodies walked over in the drive to the top of life.
I am dead to you from the first moment you realized
My purity of thought was as true as your darkness,
Dead as the shriveled heart that is left from the
Torture of your destruction against any kindness.
We are dead, never were, never will be anything but
A cold, black memory where there is no hero or ghost,
Dead as a novel no one has read, or will ever see by
An author who looks at them as ones he loves the most.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2011
All Rights Reserved
Laying in a silken pine box waiting for your last wake,
Dead as the stench of betrayal and hypocrisy of the
Bodies walked over in the drive to the top of life.
I am dead to you from the first moment you realized
My purity of thought was as true as your darkness,
Dead as the shriveled heart that is left from the
Torture of your destruction against any kindness.
We are dead, never were, never will be anything but
A cold, black memory where there is no hero or ghost,
Dead as a novel no one has read, or will ever see by
An author who looks at them as ones he loves the most.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2011
All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Long Ago and Far Away
Long ago and far away lives the ghost of we,
A joyful laugh, a warm embrace, a faded memory.
Long ago and far away lives a dream of us two,
Where I waited daily with dinner made for you.
Long ago and far away my heart merged with yours,
Before the dreaded day when you then became hers.
Long ago and far away I waited lonely all alone,
Sitting all by myself staring at the silent phone.
Long ago and far away the destiny of us has died,
Where once a golden future ended as they cried.
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A joyful laugh, a warm embrace, a faded memory.
Long ago and far away lives a dream of us two,
Where I waited daily with dinner made for you.
Long ago and far away my heart merged with yours,
Before the dreaded day when you then became hers.
Long ago and far away I waited lonely all alone,
Sitting all by myself staring at the silent phone.
Long ago and far away the destiny of us has died,
Where once a golden future ended as they cried.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2011
All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Suddenly I Realize
Suddenly I realize the passion in your embrace,
Engulfing me in paradise in my favorite place.
The gleam in your eyes reflecting love divine,
The warmth of our heart knowing all will be fine.
Suddenly I realize the loyalty of my one true love,
Angelic wings that protect with strength from above.
A soft voice that assures me when life throws me curves,
A gentle presence that teaches me the ducks and swerves.
Suddenly I realize the divine being dropped in my lap,
When synchronicity brings to me a benevolent life map.
And a pure soul that ignites our love from simple lust,
And I know our love is built around patience and trust.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2011
All Rights Reserved
Engulfing me in paradise in my favorite place.
The gleam in your eyes reflecting love divine,
The warmth of our heart knowing all will be fine.
Suddenly I realize the loyalty of my one true love,
Angelic wings that protect with strength from above.
A soft voice that assures me when life throws me curves,
A gentle presence that teaches me the ducks and swerves.
Suddenly I realize the divine being dropped in my lap,
When synchronicity brings to me a benevolent life map.
And a pure soul that ignites our love from simple lust,
And I know our love is built around patience and trust.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2011
All Rights Reserved
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