Original poetry and images by MKB

 

Why you keeping so close to those blues?
You'd do better to keep close to me
And put those blues back in the sky and water
Where they belong.

  

The fickle heart

Beware my friend of the heart that is fickle
For sometimes it's a slap; and then sometimes a tickle
But of all the hearts, it's the most faithless of them all
For after loving such a heart, you will surely take a fall
For a fickle heart will always find another
And swear it never lied to its former lover
Only that it changed its mind
And that you too should find some other

  

By myself

In a corner
I sit by myself
Creating worlds of self-doubt
Galaxies of paronoia
All within a universe of despair
My friend tries to pull me
Out of my lowly state
He tries to pull me
Into his world
Of senseless jokes
And ignorant people
Laughing
Mocking
Gossiping
Telling me of all the hearts he's broken
And dirty lovers who've done him wrong
But his world is colder than mine
So I stay in my corner
By myself
And keep what's mine
And give back to him
What is his

  
  
  
  
The loves that were, they came and went.
I loved and left and lived to love again.
  
   

 

The defeated lover

She was a warrior
With heart and no shield
She gave it all to him
She fought for his love
She was an army of one
She battled against all odds
She fought to have her love returned
The war was long and hard
There were gains and losses
But because of the warrior she was
She always returned to the battlefield
But the last time they met
He tricked her heart
She bled in tears
All the spirit and emotion
That was her army
Abandoned her
Hurt and alone
The defeated lover
Walked away
Among the rubble of her love

  
  
  

The drifters

We drifted
Doing not much of anything
Just existing
Simultaneously
In each others space
Waiting…..
Waiting on life
To happen
Or to stop happening
We had a few real laughs
Maybe one or two real talks
We fooled ourselves
Into having some good times
We drifted
Past people
Never really looking at them
Too afraid
They'd pull us out of our trances
Make us see
How they see
And destroy the comfort
We'd managed to create in us
Around us
We drifted
Like dust in the air
We drifted together
Until we finally
Drifted apart

  
  
  

 

Hey baby

Hey baby
You're so sexy and so silly
And now look at me
I got a couple of free years to give away
Aint got nothin' really on my mind
No job
No ambition
No real drive
Got time and love to waste
So let's fall in love
Let's sit on terraces
Making dreams on drugs and drinks
Find some friends and live for fun
Come on baby
You got nothin' better to do
You're only 21
You won't believe
How many boring years you have ahead of you
Give one to me
And I'll make the best of it
In the scheme of your life
It won't mean nothin'
Just a smile for the past
When thinkin' back
So now……
Can I sell you on a memory
That hasn't happened yet

   
   
   

You

I never know if you want me to be there
There………somewhere with you
You got far away eyes
And far away thoughts
You escape me
You are with me at moments
You, are never with me completely
You, are with you
Alone
You don't want to be disturbed from you
You are perfect company for you
You are welcome to you
I don't want to interfere with you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This starry night
With a billion eyes burning bright

They only stare
They do not care
For me below
With teary eyes

So I feel no remorse
For the night that dies

Instead sleepless eyes
Watch a day born anew
But with a sun to weak

To dry my tears
For even the grass has cried
But calls it dew

 

 

The idea of love is so grand

But I can't stand

The orders that it demands

Two fates of which I can choose

Either a loveless life

With no demands

Or to be loved

And pay the price of its commands

 

 

 


 


 

Today I heard
The flight of birds
The fluttering of wings
The crackling of leaves
The wind in the trees
The river running downstream
Mixing with the thoughts in my head
That's what I heard
That's all nature said

 

 

 

 

 

Walking with him
Not even sure where we are headed

Laughing with him
It's not the joke
It's the way he said it

Laying with him
Whatever happens

I just let it

 

 

 

There are two seperate paths
I favor one
You favor the other
Should we sacrifice just to be with each other
Or choose seperate paths
And hope they lead to one another

  

 

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