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My crushed philosophies, dreams and hypotheses’

Of how life should be

Die with this unjust passing of time

Unguided statements rush by and

Rust my platinum fantasies

It entrances me

Yet you slander me

I try and stand up,

The blow to my shoulder just missed the artery

But it got a good part of me

“I’m sorry you feel that way”

You say,

As it Glazes off my sentiment

Curving my daily regiment

Altering the state of consciousness that provides vision and insight

to that which I’m supposed to give

That which I intend, appreciate and plan to re-life

And that which I’m supposed to forsake.

And it brakes me.

Not shatter, torn or defunct or broken

But Stopped.

Shook.

Fabrics of my very being pluck

The tendrils of Karma

Or is it Luck?

Is it Pride? Life? Payback?

I don’t give a Fuck!

It’s enough.

And it’s all I can take,

The most I can muster up

Is the meek Courage to say

Instructions allowing you to unfold my sight

The fight I’ve kept inside all these nights

The burning light,

Keeping me safe

On a guided path on I thought was right.

I was supposed to be your knight.

You were my Repunzel and I’ve got the might.

I’d climb your hair and take out the dragon,

Slay 12 angry witches, sisters, and ex-husbands.

If you told me you love’d me, I’d too drink that poison.

But what’s the point when

You said we’re done.

No more love.

No more friendship

or memories,

No Sweet situations,

No Cosmic Creations

No fun.

No emotional relations.

And of all the physical and mental sensations

It’s the most indefinable I find missing at my core

It’s the feeling of keeping you safe when others would be alone

The feeling of having, keeping and loving a place you call YOUR home.

But you chose to let it go.

I didn’t understand the swift release of trust

I wasn’t gonna complain with the continuation of lust.

But I should’ve, it messed us up.

But every day you cross the horizon on the plane in my mind that sits on the part of brain which will jump and collide and forever remains in your essence saved and untouched.

My philosophies on how life should be

My Dreams being shared by you and me

And my hypotheses’ on a love I’ll never see

Crushed.

Beliefs Released, and you call this free?

– Miles M. ReVera

3 thoughts on “Crushed Philosophies, Dreams and Hypotheses’

  1. dynamic poem with a clear message, and i find in writing the clear message is usually what makes a good poet a great one. you do so and have great lines particularly “Instructions allowing you to unfold my sight” and “But every day you cross the horizon on the plane in my mind that sits on the part of brain which will jump and collide and forever remains in your essence saved and untouched.” – the latter I don’t usually see in a poem like this, an existential “palm at the end of the mind” -Of Mere Being by Wallace Stevens reference (purposefully or not) but it’s how you felt and its well worded.

  2. This is a very powerful piece! I can feel the intense emotion with which it was written. Seems difficult to find a part that one cannot relate to in some way.

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