Skip to main content

Unrequited Truths




THE VOLUMES OF PAGES YOU RIPPED AND DESTROYED.
THE SHREDDED, BLOODIED,
TEAR SMUDGED DESPERATE, PLEADING, CONFOUNDED, DEFEATED,
ANGRY, QUIET, INDIFFERENT, LUCID, RELENTLESS
CONSUMING ,INSANE MOMENTS....
ALL THOSE PLACES OF TRUEST VULNERABLE EMOTION AND OF SEARING, TERRIFYING,VICIOUS PLACES OF TRUTH MY LOVE FOR YOU TOOK ME...
TOOK ME ,BROKE ME, BLESSED ME and BEAT ME IN DIZZYING
SYNCHRONICITY... BIRTHING UNFATHOMABLE  PASSION BOUND ME WITHOUT MERCY , RELENTLESSLY  I OFFERED EVERY SCINTILLA OF MY SOULS  TRUTHS,
UNAWARE THE EMPTY VESSEL I'D BECOME  GRIEF 
CONSUMING ME IN MADNESS
GRIEF 
IN WAVES I COULD NOT SEPARATE..
TILL THERE WAS NO SOUL LEFT IN MY OWN EYES.
A  MORBID EROTICA WHERE THE DARKEST  OF MY SELF-LOATHING INTERTWINED BECOMING ONE TO YOUR MASOCHISTIC FANTASIES..  
MY EYES BECAME A VACANCY. MY SOUL SCREAMED SILENTLY..
WHEN A BEAUTIFUL, ACHING, TRUTH,
SWALLOWED ME WHOLE, THEN  SPIT ME OUT - 
BROKE ME ENTIRELY.
BROKE ME COMPLETELY TO NOTHING 
CONSUMED ALL HOPE ALL DREAMS ALL YOUR LIES TO ASHES 
DISGUST, JUSTIFIED
UNFORGIVENESS... 
TIME THAT WAS STOLEB...FOR  LIES
YET, SUSPENDED ABOVE ALL THESE TRUTHS OF PAIN AND PASSION AND LIES-
IS A FINELY WOVEN TIE THAT BINDS PURPOSE TO THE GREAT CREATIVE DEVINE.
LOVE WILL MOLD WITH WHATEVER
IT IS GIVEN,
WILL BIRTH FROM WANT
OR EVEN NOT... 
AND IT WILL
ALWAYS BE MORE A MORE BEAUTIFUL REFLECTION OF DIVINITY
MINGLING ITS PERFECTION INTO THE FRAGILITY
AND JAGGED HUMAN CONDITION OF THE SOUL
THAT GAVE WHOLLY ITS' HEART.
AND SUCH A BLESSED SOUL WAS I , TO FIND MY ONE TRUE LOVE , I WAS NEVER SO DEEPLY GIVEN STRENGTH, HOPE  PURPOSE AND JOY... AS FROM THE UNREQUITED TRUTHS AND UNREQUITED LOVE 
WHOLLY SURRENDERED BY MY HEART.


Labels

Labels:

Comments

Tracy Boote said…
An older poem I found on my Watpad account , but I'm still proud of it...I remember the madness of even getting this piece out of my soul. It was liberating 


October 7, 2021 at 8:31 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Warriors Mercy

In  the womb of grief, pain and poverty grow the seeds of shame and hypocrisy The soil of neglect and need… A warrior is birthed, a calling from Destiny. I've  felt the separation and darkness, suffocate my innocence, I've been fed by the demons of every abhorrence. My eyes still scream for blindness, my heart dies in both terror and numbness.… Till only surrender or insanity can bring me refuge or fortress. Until you my Love, my heart,  my breath- My muse and madness… I've found meaning, faith, hope and purpose. The battles I've lost, and the hearts I've bled.… the unpardonable whispers I set free to the wind…. I lost my life but still been breathing, I'm being robbed as I write of my own hearts beatings.…  body entangled and raped by the queen of damnations, Indifference begs me to surrender, give in A warriors  mercy though isnt always peace, or victory…. It is often found in the bitter last breaths of a hearts sacrifice, or in the clutching for bre...
Post a Comment
Read more

Moments

A moment is all you need to inspire a smile from a weary soul. Here’s to every moment and being fully surrendered to it,fully alive in it, fully immersed in the miracle that moment is. Here’s to mercy for those moments you’re all in, fully alive ,and immersed in the miracle and you have never been more acutely aware of your brokenness Here’s to the moments like frozen agony and interminable in length You’re not sure there is an end and if there is, your positive you will never recover from enduring the moment, you are now good and dead. Please hurry with your casket Here’s to the moment that is eternal and timeless. When Two people connect on another level of knowing, beyond what we know of our breath and mind and words and talk. A space and time is something you speak about having been with someone, rather a place you share more figuratively. Those moments can define relationships, lifetimes,legacies… Right now, I’m living my life, hoping my dreams and sanity stay with me… moment to ...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Warriors Resurrection

In the realms of the dark woods,come the echos of battle cries; rising in crescendo,fading back into distant past. Hidden in foliage hanging with the weight of fetid aromas and moss Rolling thick,slow,low-lying fog crawls in from the unknown.  A shudder felt from deep beneath the forest floor  rise up the souls of old warriors. Listen to the wind as it speaks, to the silence unfolding it's wisdom Waken Warrior of the dark woods, great wars for peace,goodness and rebirth must be fought and won. Pursue what captures your heart. Sing for me your warriors song. Tracy Boote poem inspired by a warrior I saw through a mist of moments and hope A sign...help is on the way.
Post a Comment
Read more