Pieces - By Request

Pieces

By Neil Dracos

I once asked you, "What do you like best about me?" A question cryptic, answer hard to see. You told me you love my eyes, I said it was your hair. But when I look in myself now, that answer isn't there.
My love cries for only you. And when you ask what I love most, one answer can't be true.
My hands long for the feel of your hair, yes, your hair. These twins seek it even in my sleep.
But my eyes see yours alone, even in the stones. They howl to gaze deep into your soul, lighting new fire from the coals.

My arms crave the touch of you in my embrace. And only in your arms does my blood race.

My feet feel like lead most every day. But move like a hare’s if you’re even a mile away.

My mind is married to yours, a love intellectually pure. And every time our lives connect, it seems all the newer.

My heart is bound to yours by weightless chains. You’re always there to abate my pains.

I once asked you, "What do you like best about me?" A question cryptic, answer hard to see. You told me you love my eyes, I said it was your hair. But when I look in myself now, that answer isn't there.

Bump - By Request

Bump

By Neil Dracos

Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump.

Pain beneath my breast,
never have I been so shattered.
Will I find rest?

Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump.

Have I ever felt more alone?
Wings like angels on my back,
below my ribs a heart of stone.

Ba-bump, ba-bump, crack!

Veins of ice, toxic blood.
Heart beats,
slowly pumping poison mud.

Raging stinging.

The jab of shards,
in a world so cold.
Fate has dealt the cards.

Tinkle, tinkle.

Life in pieces,
I find the pain,
most of all music eases.

Tinkle, tinkle…..bump.

Forlorn

If tears were shed for every time
we'ed lost a friend to death
or for something we've lost
and can never find again

Would it make a difference
in everything we've said
or just remind us of selfish sorrow
while wishing we were dead

Do we really cry for love
do we really weep
for all that;s passed us up
and all we'll never keep

Sitting here and crying
for all the time that's gone
makes me wonder if it's real
or am I just forlorn

Noumenon

My soul bleeds for a reincarnated heart beat,
cries for the sun to arise on a vicious and dreadful night,
kills me a little each day to keep me weak,
laughs at the fear and folly of my life

My Friend

I didn't know until I found you what I was really missing,
the warmth of your smile, the jig in your walk,
that funny little laugh and the way you talk,
it all makes sense somehow that it was meant to be,
seems it means a friend for you as well as it does for me,
I would miss you should you go and grieve a fond farewell,
until that happens I will always hold you dear,
and when your a million miles away, or have no phone to talk,
I will think of all the laughs we've had and all of our little talks,
and welcome you back with a great big hug,
and simply hold you in my arms,
and knowing what I have always missed,
for as long as I've been around,
I have found I have grieved and grieved
until you were finally found

I wonder

I wonder,

if one day all my mistakes will add up and I will become a winner...

I wonder,

will the rain ever stop and the sun shine in my heart forever...

I wonder,

When I am gone will they plant a tree above me instead of a headstone...

I wonder,

Will you ever come back to me.....?