The yearning
Twisted emotion
Consumed all thought
In the end
Realizing
The very thing
I sought
Was not at all
What I wanted
The yearning itself
Is what I craved
The sweet distraction
From monotonous
Existence
That I had grown
Oh so tired of
©2010 Jill Terry
He was a man of
No moon
No sun
And no stars
Just a man
Soulless
Unconscionable
Wandering as if lost
Staying his course
Littering his path
With pillaged souls
Broken hearts
©2010 Jill Terry
“Blow the dust off the clock. Your watches are behind the times. Throw open the heavy curtains which are so dear to you – you do not even suspect that the day has already dawned outside.”
~Alexander Solzehnitsyn
They wear their
Sexuality
A label on
Their shirt
Quite literally
Unfortunately
Unable to cultivate
A true sense of self
Individual identity
Confusing duality
Forced to choose
A label
To tell them
Who they are
Exalting to
The world
This is who
I am
When the world
Should care less
Refusing to judge
Or accept
Based solely upon
Your sexual preference
It’s the Being
That you are
The Being
God made you
That should matter
To you
And others
If they choose
Without being forced
Without reading your label
He had a strange
Fascination
With white silk
Stockings
Impressed
With no one
But himself
Obsessed
With his own
Death
Romanticizing
Fantasizing
Succeeding
Tightly drawn
Around his neck
How I wish
I hadn’t have
Left them
Traveling by flight
Alone in a dream
High above the clouds
Far from the sea
To a field she came to land
As the breath of a breeze
Mist-shrouded forest surrounds
Obscuring the castle keep
Sensing his energy
Vibrating at low frequency
Underestimating his needs
Born of pure wondering
Searching for truth
The whole of his life
Waiting for the answer
And the question is why
His alter of strength
Change flows with the seasons
Born of past experiences
Ancestral history
Swiftly she moves
To capture a glimpse
Toward the tempered glass
Outstretches her hand
An enchanted moment
Etched now in her memory
As he slumbers on worn leather
Wrapped in his loneliness
