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
Wax Poetic 
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.
Thank you very much! I appreciate the feedback and compliments!
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.