morning mirror

morning mirror;

not saying anything more

oh, what do i see?

through these eyes

where i left us to be;

nothing short of what should have been

words soaking in a liquored terror,

emotion in an solar emptiness

but i think that’s way it’s always been

under the shade of a burning tree;

nothing is more lonely than

one that drowns in its own spoken word

burry oneself against the way its always been

morning mirror

not saying anything more

oh, what do i see?,

through these eyes

killing all of mine

c. june 2019 bgw

camouflage

dreams flew in midnight rains

as the moon sunk in the flooding banks

i’ve fallen to pieces in the mud

and now i’m out for blood

*

dreams cut through veins

as my misplaced soul sinks in the camouflaged sins

i’ve fallen to pieces in the mud

and now i’m out for blood

*

was it me or was it my heart opening to quick

god damned insecurities

growing in life’s fucking impurities

was it the untold story

that got me living under the shadow of shame

*

dreams flew in midnight rains

as the moon drowned in the flooding banks

i’ve fallen to pieces in the mud

and now i’m out for blood

*

 assassinate this pain

and all its beautiful mess where i’m caged in

destroy all this dirty air i breathe

and all of its advertising campaign where it seeps

*

was it me

or was it my heart opening to quick;

in these god damned insecurities

growing in life’s fucking impurities; 

another unwritten chapter in the untold story

that got me living under the shadow of shame

dear camouflage i’ve made,

love

the self sabotage i have made

c. May 2019. BGW

pictures on the wall

somewhere between

the memory of our days

far away;

she hung over the haunting of the why’s

and in the why not’s of doubting

she fades away;

quickly as the fireplace roared

slow dancing shadows slipped between

the pictures on the wall

tears in our dreams shatter

crashes

as we faded away

//

i wrote these words

   when i was meant to love you;

but she slowly faded away

  and i quickly left  these words,

somewhere in time

//

her eyes, her eyes

said good-bye;

she faded away

escaping to somewhere

between the memory of our days

so far away

somewhere between the memory of our days

far away;

she hung over the haunting of the why’s

and why not’s of doubting

she faded away;

quickly as the fireplace roared

slow dancing shadows slipped between

the pictures on the wall

tears in our dreams shatter

crashes

as we faded away

   c.2018  bgw

restless

night storms fall;

the rains with its

window pane tapping,

fills the hall.

candlelight flame

illuminates

the invisible blame.

pain;

grained with shame –

blood soaked tears

caught

in a world full with fears.

night storms fall;

bullets hail

lost souls failed.

on the other side of the world;

in my town

rainbows shine.

disbelief sinks the heart

and makes us all

a part of it all;

toss a dime

and make it all fine.

night storms fall;

the rains sing

window pane tapping

fills the hall.

candlelight flame

illuminates

the invisible blame.

c.  2016 bgw

 

 

photograph

smiling picture

looking back at me;

in my head laughing

and reminding me of what i have not.

photograph;

both gentle and unkind.

smiling pictures

laughing back at me.

c.2016  bgw

nothing more

it was nothing more than an idea.

declaring it as a “never could be” –

even before it started.

when opportunity knocked,

you did not answer.

the time was made to believe

that somebody really cared.

and yet all that was left

when i looked back at her;

was a lonely soul who really

just hides behind their fears.

the pieces from a past were being picked up;

one puts it all back together

with the glue of the things that were planed.

i was nothing more than a notion.

and you were that someone

that gave me hope once again.

and yet i was blind to see

that you would be that someone

that would break me down again.

 yet i was blind to see

that “fool” was written on my face;

and you were up there not even second guessing it.

it was nothing more than an idea.

i was nothing more than a notion.

c.2016  bgw

blackened

two bullets and a glass of  red wine;

damp bricked boulevards

fill with pools of seeping blood.

the lamplight’s warm white glow dims

as the world’s blue sky turns to a midnight darkness,

and in these, are the few in cloaked blackened clothing,

worn by their blackened souls;

ideas act like shadows, intentions are illusional;

until we catch the sun and burn our hands,

and in these, are the many;

spoon fed the ignorance,

took a shot of courage,

and became drunk with power.

smooth marbled whitened eyes now lie in blackened decay.

ideas act like shadows, intentions are illusional;

until we catch the sun and burn our hands.

 

c. 2015  bgw