Factured Mind

A call from the past,

dampens the day.

You think

how that voice made you,

yet

it broke you.

To unforgiving

mind manipulating

gestures you hid

in the darkest

recesses

of your mind.

A voice

that shakes your soul

creating doubts

you felt were

conquered.

Spiraling

into indecisive

regret,

when something

held you there,

forgiveness

shook you loose.

A call from the past,

a voice

you forgave,

a life

you live each day,

Awakened

from a deep sleep, 

contemplations of a

fractured mind.

©Scottlb

Do Not

Do not believe, 

in a world where blindness

is only the darkness we feel, 

where pain stands

before you.

Bound with emotion,

we who see the dance

on the eve of the rising storm,

knowing

love is but the feeling felt,

after a heart is broken.

We tell

the tales of yesterday as fresh

as the freshest flowers blooming

today.

In a time when pain stands

before you, 

hiding behind a mask of smiles. 

You feel pain alone, giving comfort

in songs of laughter, a silent

soul, a hand to touch.

A moment shared, where mortality 

is bound by emotions held in

darkness.

Do not believe,

in a world where blindness,

is only the darkness we feel.

©ScottlB

Loneliness moves, he is the silhouette

hiding

in the shadows of bending trees

as the branches sway in quietness.

He waits to greet the new night, a

fear grows.

He walks, he feels the sound of footsteps

falling on rain soaked cobblestones,

counting each as fading moments,

forgetful of beginnings an endings. 

Curiously he thinks, how many have walked

this path before in loneliness, how many will

tell tales of nightly walks into sadness? 

He smells the wetness in the air as

the moonlight shines it's eerie glow,

darting in and out of traveling clouds

as the now finished Spring rains nourish

new life.

Now,

I know why the lonely mind screams,

only to awaken sweating beads of

shame. While lingering visions cling

to fear, a fear so strong a mind crumbles. 

A fear of loneliness, as he listens to his

footsteps on rain soaked cobblestones.

Alone,

he slowly fades into the night like the

clouds soaring in the night sky, fleeing

as if on hidden raven's wings, 

his mind screams in the darkness.

A fear controls his loneliness, a loneliness 

he will embrace forever in the darkness 

of his mind. Sounds of his footsteps fade

into the shadows of blackness, forever

gone.

©ScottLB

A knock on my
door,
only to hear
the emptiness
of missing words.
A look
from hurting eyes,
seeing
only distance so close.
I listen for sounds,
sounds of hearts
when there was
love.
Softly a knock
on my door,
only to feel the
pain fade away.
A knock,
then no more,
only silence,
at my door.

©ScottLB

Before Dawn

Quickly the clouds of the
whispering night
lay rest to tender woes.
Thy light glows brightly
as the northern star,
A wish I place before thee.
Touching thine heart's desire,
no more forsaken pleasures
we share.
Day break arrives,
wouldst thou dream of the
sweetness as sweet in
whispers, as lovers lay.
Nestled as one by thy side,
a kiss, before the dawn
ends our stay.
In forms of madness
I pray,
a wish be but truth
wovest in dreams and
prayers of this,
a wish for a lonely heart's
desire.

Dreamers

A time I speak
of dream wishes,
To fly away on
purple clouds
into green skies
with rose petal
raindrops.
Each breeze
carrying
a scent of
honeysuckle
blossoms.
Rivers run long,
long as a wish
for more.
I dream of
giants sipping
tea from
tiny teacups,
speaking of
peaceful times,
how the world
became one.
Dreamers wish,
as a gnat flys
to the elephant's
ear, just
to say,
I
dream of you.
In dreams,
no matter the wishes,
we dream.
Away I fly
on a chariot
of thoughts
into
the green sky,
and I will dream,
of you.
Peace

©ScottLB

Poet's Jasmine

I kiss the sky,
as the wish blows.
on lips so soft,
soft as the gentle
night.
A flower's perfumed
scent,
I carry you
in my thoughts,
held in  place
with the grace of
passionate memories.
As we lay on
green fields,
the jasmine blooms
above our cries.
A touch between
nothingness and
there,
bodies moving
in rhythm
to the monarch's
flight and the wind's
breath.
Heighten senses
of two,
held in memory
as the poet's jasmine
blossom's bloom.

©ScottLB