Tag Archives: loss

When We Find It – A Poem

IMG_1359Blissful ends
from frightful fables,

Lovers collide, amidst the loss.

Serene sights
of birthing bedlam,

A friend, found the owner of foes.

Emotions entangled
their twisted twins,

A lie, brought to us at our low.

Isaac Olajos

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Beyond Our Desire – A Poem

We lip sync our wedding vows;IMG_2346
The ghostwriter behind his ironic typewriter,
His image more refined than his words.

Clamouring away at promises that mean nothing to him,
And nothing to them.
For lust overthrows the king of the heart.

Give him one more flash of that fake smile,
Just there, stop, hold time for a moment.
Forget that downhill is our road from here.

Though love is now but a game,
Interpreting actions by theoretical names,
Care only initiated by those who are separated:
Their money at stake.

At what time did responsibility, give way to a sense of entitlement?
That ones time is better spent living a destructive dream,
Than creating a lasting legacy.

We grab hold to our expectations,
Fabled fantasies burn with cliché.
They are our destiny, Or so we seem to think.

We are not paid to care,
We do not have time to try,
And we wonder why we are lost.

Isaac Olajos

 

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Apathy, Thoughts of We – A Poem

DSCF6064           The scent of diesel.
Lungs a cage, fighting breath for joy.
 
            Monsters purring line the tar,
Like trains to towns unknown.
 
            Returning grins forced a mask,
Weaved by hearts who mourn.
 
            Further and further that carriage drove,
Till its roar was but a drone.
 
            Typhoons; arms and legs whirl around,
As busy as death at the weeks birth,
 
            Yet seconds feel like days,
And days mean nothing.
 
            Organs churning, filing fragments,
Shreds of thoughts tongues do not touch,
 
            For ears that hear will feed It.
I tread on; Spitting into the wind, pressing on when the heat was more than one could hone.
 
            I long to hear those fiends again,
Their hearts will bring me home,
 
            Waiting for the day,
When they fail to let alone.
 
 
-Isaac Olajos  
 
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