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Angelos Petra

Awaking to the absence of bliss

For you have departed this red room

Leaving only the sensation of light

And a cool dessert lingering

You vacationed in my essence

A chance to feel that which you have lost

I would give it all to you

But now what do we do?

You are riding waves of ambivalency

Bound by conventionality

And shackled by common perceptions

Both my inherent enemies

I only ruled by heart and mind

Am left waiting for your Queen’s Gambit

Will you follow what you sense is true?

And commence the necessary coup

I can liberate you from the pain of indecision

To walk amongst my appreciation

I too have seen an angel in the stone

And will carve until I free him

In this present is now simply past

Memories of the lushness of the river

And the chartreuse in your eyes

Gleaming off the optimism in mine

Anticipation of velvety kisses,

Ubiquitous in every exchange

Laughter interspersed with longing looks

I know this path well

I chance my destruction

For the opportunity of intense connection.

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Summer is Here and I am Free

I float above the cloudy hot days

Immune to its gravity haze

Time has been both friend and foe

Manic highs and depressed lows

A slave no more

to my shackled core

With persistence I broke free

to again feel and see

This summer nothing like last

For I am now done with the past

Moving forward in honor and glory

Is truly the end to this story

Cicadas with their rhythmic sounds

Texas size skies that astound

I sit on the river just to feel

All that is beautiful and surreal

Gratitude flows down my spine

while the scent of oak and pine

pervades my very essence

there is joy in your absence

The water is healing and full of life

I am no longer anger and strife

My soul is floating in the clouds

No longer covered by your shroud

Summer is here and I am free

To yet again feel and see

All that there is to be thankful for

Mother Nature, my saviour.

Progress

I awoke to the darkness of the morning moon

and my first thoughts were not of you

Beautiful apathetic amnesia

soothes my soul and has removed your heinous sore

 

Each day I grow stronger

Each day I am farther

Each day you fade away

 

In this suffering that is life

many options are apparent

but only one resides in truth and love

enlightenment originates in struggle

 

Each day I am learning

Each day I am creating

Each day I am released from your destruction

 

I rest my head tonight listening to the sound of stars

my body exhausted from training

my mind fatigued by inquiring

and my soul challenged by searching