Counterfeit

Exhumation of our fallen beloved

Are most often fraudulently used

To promote some false narrative

To influence the actions of others

Via guilt, love, or other emotions

Narcissist oft prefer triangulation

Even the lost dead are not off limits

Their tactics and prompts to deceive

Subliminal messages thru our hearts

That might otherwise seek elsewhere

Where authenticity is that preference

Sunshine is its axiomatic justification

As the truth reigns over the landscape

Love remains its …protective shade

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Utterness

I learned about cruelty

And the many faces it wore

Long before I ever felt love

I learned to forgive anyway

Before I ever felt love’s touch

I was somehow spared

By a merciful act of divinity

That let me break silently

Somehow, I knew to let go

When I really wanted to hold on

Be it passion or wishful thinking

I’ve created more than others can imagine

I live and breathe with a poet’s heart

At times broken but… eternally scarred

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Erosion

They prattle their “love” to others

Axiomatically far too rhetorically

Misunderstanding what love really is

Due via modeling narcissist mimic it

Where they learn to act automatically

Love isn’t a transactional obligation

One foist onto others in a quid pro quo

It’s natural in its most unassuming role

The misnomer: bitter medicine is better

Is dulled manipulation by ignoramuses

Love is a gift from one soul to another

There is not a requirement to love back

Conflating choice as duty is dishonesty

Cunning fustian exposed by … actions

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Sunlight

I don’t need any quiet revenge now

That’s sought by tiny, bruised egos

I just need to be left alone- by you

My scars will remain for my lifetime

I’d prefer spending my time happier

Away from your dark, toxic words

Silence is a golden secret whispered

You’ll never replace my missing heart

You’re just a performer, not a friend

The more you took, the more it hurt

The more it hurt, the more you grinned

I’d paid anything for freedom, and then some

So, I left empty-handed this one last time

You’ll start over, but I’ve found… whispers

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Artificail

There is a truth in every secret lie

It’s where we hide our reality from

Some place away from the crowds

Where absolute serves as the glue

That binds that alternative together

As it provides us temporary shelter

Oft times it’s to heal or contemplate

Sometimes we use it to spare others

From pain and suffering, we’re living

At times it’s where our shame hides

For some, it becomes a changed life

If avoidance feels overly comfortable

Even if it never tastes more palatable

Void of sweetness secrets are… bitter

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Operatic

I don’t shadow love any more than I shadow box

The two couldn’t seem more polar in my view

I don’t know how one “trains” for love

However, I recognize how one learns to mimic

In my mind, the more impromptu, all the more likely real

Albeit people train to be defensive or protective

Love is not nurtured through practiced reactions

I find it best when emotions instinctively follow micro-cues

Only our subconscious mind can read and decipher

For “love to be love”, one must acquiesce to vulnerability

While a conscious mind stands guard at our door of our trust

Love is invisible, cultivated seepage into a captured heart

Old scars of past betrayals remember fraudulent touches

Centric value of real love remains unconditionally… understanding

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Differential

I’m left to sleep wide awake

And instinctively breathe all alone

In a construct that owns my name

Determined to steal my memories

But I won’t let go- so easily

Like a martyr I’ve made my stand

Determined to outlast as an outcast

I dream of our time in Sunshine’s past

Reliving every moment once again

Inhaling and smiling for a few moments

Until the horizon becomes dark again

I hold you close forever in my heart

Whispering your name in every thought

I love you too much… to ever let go

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Reluctancy

Effrontery of a lunar light stares through window glaze

Highlighting the inviolable silence of bare walls

Bottom sash is propped open to let life nuances seep in

Filtering through unkept burgundy sheer drapes

In a fraudulent cosseted way, I find a way to semi-subsist

Visualizing myself lying next to some unknown crack whore

Nakedly satisfied but passed out and in a state of escaping

I blow smoke rings I’d given up years ago from memories

Overly tired but unable to sleep I stare off into a half-lit space

Smoke rings and crack aren’t real, nor does the whore exist

They’re just available metaphors to give life a sense of substance

Adding very little value if any to my dark mindless thoughts

Like proffered cobwebs and dust within the concept of time

Strange how the tangible and intangible can still… collide

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Legends

It’s half-day but the lamps are lit

And I imagine a fireplace is crackling

Sitting in a chair in a room alone

I open a book, but I don’t read what written

Maybe I’m just feeling too cold

Instead, I close my eyes

As I pretend what words I’d write

On blank pages how you and I- lived love

The fire roars but my heart is erratic

Still, all I feel for is what’s absent

Chapters I can only paint inside my heart

I don’t have the tolerance to read about

Someone else lived life chapter by chapter

I don’t want to pretend I feel love’s… fire

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Temporal

Near stillness as shadows creep on like a focused leopard

Moonlight witnesses everything in a night stalk

But never hinders nefarious hunts or haunts

I toss and turn until I’ve awakened in some blur

Sweat streaks down my face as if crawling spiders

Anxious- I frantically sweep imaginary invaders off my face

As I struggle to breathe until I can sigh one normal breath

My heartbeats are racing against an unknowable foe

Echoes have now faded but I could’ve sworn I knew them

Knew their unmistakable speaker’s voice as intimately as my own

Finally, I take a full swallow to quench my thirst

My hand still visibly shaking as I drink water from a glass

My heartbeats have slowed, and trepidation is comforting itself

Memories are a treasure until they sneak out…to tease

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