Displaced
October 7, 2011
Home is not home
Oh well of poison water
Left on a doorstep
Outcast, displaced
The outside is quiet
The inside is dark
Left to decay
Abandoned, Forgotten
Nobody knows it
Nobody cares
Selective ignorance
Unknown, unimportant
Bright eyes shine
The quest to be known
Ends in disappointment
Unfulfilled, thirsty
~wbv
Soul Mates
March 1, 2009
Swim in the warm waters of my soul
Immerse yourself in the depths of our love
And like a wave I will overcome you
I will carry you away
To a place that is safe and quiet
A place where love flows like water
With a peace that is far beyond
What is possible on dry land
You will rest in warm comfort
In a world that is calm and serene
As the half of your heart that is distant
Is finally brought close
To the place where your soul will flourish
Where your inner anguish will cease
Where the seeds planted
In your beautiful heart will bloom
Into flowers of indescribable color
And beauty
Let us grow together in spirit
Let our hearts fill with sincere longing
As we reach deep within for meaning
In the lives we live and love
And we look beyond tomorrow
Past death, and pain, and sorrow
When all will be forgotten
Except the smoldering ember
That will forever burn in my heart
For you
~wbv
Biram
February 19, 2009
You raised the child
Whose dad had died,
You never left
The emperor’s side.
You ran the empire
With love and truth,
Yet fate would fail
To honor you.
When you walked away,
When your job was done,
When your fight was fought,
And your battles won,
You were on your way
To the pilgrim’s home,
As the child you raised
Sat high on his throne
And some greedy thieves,
Took more than your gold,
More than just things
That can be bought and sold,
They took your dreams,
Your hopes, your fears,
They took your happiness,
Anger and tears,
For no good reason,
You died that day,
And those who killed you
Walked away.
~wbv
The Last Thing
January 20, 2009
What was that?
The last thing you said?
Did you mean it?
Was it from your rotten heart?
You know…
When you ripped my heart out
Straight from my chest
And stomped on it repeatedly
Even though I had already died
When you spit in my face
And screamed words of contempt
And laughed at my sorrow
And got pleasure from my pain
Your wickedness knows no bounds
You love to hurt people
You find fulfillment in torture
And solitude in the discomfort of others
And some are left
To live and die with your words
The last thing you said
That final statement
From the depths of your lifeless soul
~wbv
Harmonize Or Die
December 28, 2008
Once I met a melody
That was traveling on its way
I stopped and asked like I often do
“Hey, how are you today?”
The tune just turned and looked at me
And didn’t miss a beat,
When it said “You can’t just interrupt
Every Melody you meet.”
I said “my name is harmony
And I think you have good tone,”
Melody said “If you’re thinking duet,
Then I’d rather go it alone.”
So I sat back and listened to Melody’s song,
I’m not sure what it was about…
Then I stepped up my own little vocal offensive,
And snuffed the poor Melody out.
~wbv
Forgotten
December 19, 2008
I’m talking to you
But you’re not listening
I’m speaking words
But you’re not hearing
I’m singing songs
But you can’t hear them
I’m dying inside
And you don’t seem to care
I’m looking for you,
But I can’t find you
My eyes are searching
But you are hidden away
I watch without resting
But you won’t be found
I’m dying inside
And you’re not here to notice.
I’m dreaming of you
But your essence eludes me
You are fresh on my mind
Yet I’ve forgotten your face
My heart is screaming
But my agony is useless
I’m dying inside,
And my soul has been forgotten.
~wbv
Pain Beneath
December 13, 2008
Hurting deeply, aching of love
Folded hands of intense longing
Heartache holds on for dear life
And misery won’t let go
Nobody sees what’s underneath
Not the clothes but the soul
For whichever would bring fewer sobs
From a heart that knows the pain beneath
The shadows speak of not being heard.
~wbv
Indifference
December 2, 2008
A complete lack of caring
Totally devoid of…
Wanting to know
Wanting to believe
Wanting to care
Wanting to see
Wanting to live
Wanting to die
Wanting to smile
Wanting to cry
Wanting to hold
Or just let go
Wanting to hide
Or wanting to show
Wanting to speak
Wanting to breathe
Wanting to give
Or a chance to receive
Wanting to touch
Wanting to hold
Wanting warmth
Or to stand in the cold
Wanting to love
Wanting to ha…
Never mind.
~wbv
Somewhere
November 18, 2008
Somewhere, the yellow moon rises
Over the tranquil waters of a quiet pond
Creating a perfectly calm mix
Of reflection and reality
And nobody is there to enjoy it.
Somewhere, a writer is writing a book,
Pouring out their heart onto the pages,
Telling a story that the world
Desperately needs to hear
And it will never be published, or read.
Somewhere, a heart is breaking,
Filled with anguish and devoid of hope,
Waiting, watching, reaching out in vain
For the mere possibility of friendship
And that heart will never find what it longs for.
Somewhere, a child is dying,
Sick and starving to death
In serious need of food and medical care
With no parents, no siblings, no friends
And nobody around to give a damn.
Someday, Somewhere
Someone will read something like this
And decide to feed the child, be the friend,
Publish the book, and find that picture-perfect reflection
~wbv
Hidden
November 14, 2008
Beneath, below
Beyond, away
Far from sight
And not to stay
Folded, covered
Lost, between
High in flight
And not yet seen
Shattered ceiling
Broken wall
The untold story
Will answer all
But answer not
This doubt today
The shadow stands
And walks away
~wbv
