A Love Like This

Still through it all

I will love you

When you fall

I will catch you

When you feel small

I will carry you

Whenever you call

I’ll be there for you.

Remember these words when you’re broken

Remember these words when you’re blue

My love is a door always open

My love is entrusted to you.


Behind the Masquerade

With witty words and fluent phrases

I’ve performed on many stages

Dazzling critics with my charm

All this done to my own harm.

For to the master of disguise

The world’s a stage where none can hide

Save only by appearing as

One who hides nothing he has.

But as such kept in secret still

Is the heart and active will

For none will often see beyond

The stages lights and magic’s con

Thereby while hidden it’s free

The heart to rest alone in peace

Until that time when someone more

Than pretty faces well adorned

Makes an entrance through the walls

And for that form the heart will fall.

Thus stripped of masquerading games

The heart and soul sits on display

And sleight-of-hand cannot replace

The truth behind the curtained stage.

So here I sit in solitude

Pondering what can I do?

For all the wit and charm of mine

Is useless to the purest mind.

Somehow you’ve gained an entrance through

These walls for years I’d built and hewn.

My bag of tricks is thrown away

The mask at last ripped from my face.

The games are worn my words run few

I didn’t know I needed you.

My hearts been stolen by another

More than thoughtless broken lovers

By an angel I can’t reach

For I’ve not yet learned how to speak

Without the workings of my mind

To cloak my feelings in disguise.

For years of painting on a face

Of smiles kept my heart at bay

Always left behind the stage

Not welcome in my masquerade.

But like an angel sent from heaven

You broke the chains, opened its prison

And now revealed for what it is

The gilded stage has lost its bliss.

Though critics scoff at purity

And players scorn reality

I find anew my soul is kindled

To pursue what once had dwindled.

Wait for me is all I ask

Till I’ve learned to live with no mask.


What Will Endure

It is with a sense of fondness that I bid you all farewell
You’ve taught me to unchain the heart that I had bound so well.

I feel rekindled in my soul for life beyond the grave
And know that though I leave you my love never goes away.

You who were most instrumental- loosening the clasps
Think well of me when I’ve moved on remember what I ask.

But ah, I know ’tis foolish thoughts to e’en recall my name
For in the end you’ll move on too- all soon forget my face.

I am the voice of him unheard.
I am the heart that can endure.
I am the one who stands alone.
I am the stranger no one knows.
I am the love still unrequited.
I am the dream that once delighted.
I am the road that no one traveled
I am the future that’s been trampled.

I am one of ten thousand songs
That’s never sung until they’re gone

I am the hope for something more
beyond the reach of closing doors.

I am the voice of him unheard
I am the heart that will endure.

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     Well it’s been awhile since I have included a personal note to my writings; I guess letting my work do the talking has appealed more to me as of late. But I wanted to take a moment here to thank you dear reader for your attention and consideration of my work. I wish nothing further save for a moment your mind be taken away from your personal struggles, problems, and whatever else may be weighing upon you and transported to my world of rhyme and often reminiscent nostalgia.

As this poem is, yet again, another speaking of goodbyes I cannot help but realize how fleeting is our interaction. How brief is any interaction. We say hello, we say goodbye, and the time spent in between, no matter how long, becomes nothing more than memories. Fleeting thoughts to be lost to our imaginations and locked away into histories forgotten. The best friend from high school, the first girlfriend, or the adopted uncle or aunt who has passed on. The dreams of youth. The first grade teacher.

Those forgotten, these remembered,
all whose legacies last forever:

These are the voices still unheard
These are the hearts that will endure.

Cheers to all,


As the mist on the mirror slowly dissipates
The face that’s revealed is the one I most hate
So smash the reflections swift to the ground
Let this whole building come tumbling down
Then pull out a match and kindle a fire
Burn what remains let the flames climb higher
But leave me inside to share in its fate
So no one sees further the one I most hate.

My Revenge

You taunted me with words and
tricked me with your lies
You never thought I’d see behind the secrets in your eyes.

The truth is even worse, though,
You didn’t try to hide.
You openly deceived me, flaunting your disguise.

But now you’ve seen I know all
the secrets and their truth
Your masquerade has ended the love that I once knew

Witness the conclusion
of this broken affair
Love is your illusion, hiding your despair.

Once felt but not again
for broken hearts soon mend
It’s pointless to defend for these words are my revenge.


Memories and Moments

Except for those very rare instances (though commonly used but widely misunderstood) of ‘kindred spirits,’ we don’t miss actually miss anyone. Your friend from highschool, your old college roommate, that one girl you still wonder about… We don’t miss them. We miss what they represent to us.
We miss the time that we shared with them or the feeling we had when we were with them- the actual individual has little to nothing to do with our emotions. Another commonly used word-

Memory (ies): “An event or happening stored in our minds of events that have happened.” – Commonly understood definition.

But that is not what a memory is. A memory is a collection of moments brought together to form a mental picture in an individuals mind. The actual, or truthful, events that occurred may have absolutely nothing to do with the memory that is recalled. Hence the reason two people witnessing or experiencing the exact same event may have two polar opposite ideas of what happened. It’s not their memory- It’s how those moments formed together in their mind.

When someone says “I miss you” they are saying how they miss the emotional attachment they felt when they were with you. They were missing the moments of joy, pleasure, happiness, or any number of emotional responses to situations, that arose when they were around you. You will never attend a funeral and find someone excited to meet the person lying in the casket. Because now that person represents a moment of extreme discomfort and unpleasantness. Or at the least indifference or annoyance. The individual meant nothing. What that individual gave meant everything.


This is also how emotionally distant individuals can be some of the nicest people to interact with. They will give you an immediate emotional connection (a moment) that you enjoy but try to take that moment and extend it, go deeper? It very quickly starts to feel strained and distant- Those moments are stringing together and becoming memories.

We love moments. We regret memories.

Today’s post is rather unusual for my blog, however this is something that has been bouncing around my head for awhile now so I decided to air out my thoughts. So be they right or wrong this has been my temperament lately. Undoubtedly I will continue to puzzle over the nature of those two entities but for now I will leave it to your thoughts to entertain.

As always thank you for reading.