Tag Archives: Love

Lonely

Incomplete and alone
No superstitions that work
Grandma’s morals decades old
Darkness haunts me

Alone in my car
Sunroof wind and sun
Black wing-tip gulls
Circling dozens up high

Floating in the universe
On the blue sky
Tectonic mountain front
Home at last

Such a lucky boy
In love with earth
Never lonely
Never alone

Home at last

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

To whip Love’s heart

Lovers take back power
Going off with another

Vicious cuts
The desperate make
To set fire to worlds
Not going their way

Persist in flesh
And aren’t erased
By changes in mood
And sentimental plays

Eroticism of darkness
Fucking in anger
Wrestling like beggars
Over a bent copper coin
And a single tear

To whip Love’s heart
In spite
Is to sell your soul
And end your life

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde

a garden of eternal spring

It doesn’t matter now
if the golden wine floats abundantly in your crystal cup,
or if the bitter juice clouds the pure glass…

You know the secret passageways
of the soul, the roads that dreams take,
and the calm evening
where they go to die…

There the good and silent spirits
of life are waiting for you,
and someday they will carry you
to a garden of eternal spring.

==Antonio Machado

Excerpt 28 – Betrayal of Truth

Concern that one would betray the truth is the essence of self-doubt.

Under all my fear is the soul-destroying concern that in a pinch I might choose dishonorably. I may back down from a role that is mine to carry, I might succumb to a relationship that does not honor what I am or treat me with value.

The betrayal of ones own code is far worse than being betrayed by a beloved.

Truth is the will and purpose of god in man (Khalil Gibran)

OFFSPRING OF MY HEART

Offspring of my heart
Lie vacated on the ground

They felt joy
Like heroin
And splattered like June bugs
On the windshield of time

Their little legs hobbled
After once they swam free
Shirking the chains
Held fast by my soul’s wounds

Their scaly wings
Feathered by Spring’s breeze
Flew
Frozen now by Autumn’s cull

Plunge back down under
My sweet little babies!

Await another birth
And another ascent to the sun!

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde

CAMP ROBBER

Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal a diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal your diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring

Layin’ on floor, in the rose colored glass
Over by the door, where the bubble smashed
Threads on the latch, where the coat sleeve was torn
What’s left of my manhood, by the blood on the door

Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal a diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal your diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring

Walking downtown, to take in some air
Talking to a man at the bus stop there
“What you waitin’ on brother?”
I said to the street
“A camp-robber, I’m hoping to meet”

Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal a diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal your diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde

Far Away From Me

I tried to lay with sheep
And was cocooned lobotomized
In a holding pattern this side of Satan’s workshop
Anesthetized
Contaminated by their fear

Dumbstruck by their mindless avoidance
Drowned by their shallow morality
Obscured by their communal vanity
Erased by their consensus reality
Emasculated by pity and unearned praise

In my trance
I bit hard on the glad-hand that fed me
Bellowed deep and drew blood
I lept flailing through a floating window into the heat below
They did not follow

They settled back
Curled up cooing and cowardly
Submissive
Clinging to the story line

They stared off dazed and stuporous
Lost in the fog of far away
Without spirit
Without heart

Far away from me
Far away from me.

 © 2014 Martin H. Wilde