Sorrow & Glory

I exhale, giving you forever 

Yet you have never penned a word to keep 

Adolescent child that chokes on gullibility 

Swallowing the wine of sincerity 

Stepping into the sanctuary with eyes closed 

Falling from the height of Heaven's hold 

Pulling up against the stairwell wall 

The barren life of unending circles 

I don't know how to tell you I love you

The pandemonium of sorrow and glory 

Smudged ink stains of a home grown story 

Proses of a daunting end 

#redcoatewritings #originalpoetry

Goodbye's

Goodbye to svelte swooned lovers   

And the soft palms of deliverance 

The sweet succulent seduction of a trusted friend 

Swaying to and fro upon superstitions 

Goodbye dear youthful bliss of rouged lips 

Reveling the freedom aglow the cheek of a babe 

Naivety tightly swaddled in the breast of innocence 

Goodbye to endless possibilities that promise a world kept  

Besieged under humanities ruin of reckless abandon 

Goodbye to treasured heartbeats and the blood of purity 

Jaded by the harsh hand of a calloused generation 

Blinded by the ambitions of selfish lusts 

Goodbyes, always goodbye's that deny the dreamer of a place to lay his head

#myoriginalpoetry #redcoatewritings #keilacoatewomack #paintedpoetry 

Sacrificial Lamb

Crushed beyond words

 Looking out the doorway as the ashes hit the floor

It seems no matter how many times you recklessly rip my heart from my chest, I still love you 

I still adore the inmost parts of you

I want to hate you, even forget you, But it is impossible

You defeat my will, you steal my strength

I have been thrown out again,

The person I have trusted most 

I will be the sacrificial lamb to keep your kin from suffering 

I will silently mourn and hold my head above death 

I will raise my shoulders upright in dignity and ignore the pain

I will bring strength and security to my loved ones

Knowing you will soon forget me

Riptide

In a dress 

...full of flesh

.... a life of stormy weather 

A love bound heart 

...the hand of art 

....a map of tattered leather  

Feet on flight 

...a journey of night 

....adrift on the fate of a feather 

A smile made of cloud 

...passion screaming loud 

....adventure revised in every letter 

Eyes alight with fire 

...tears upon empathy's door 

....inside lions paws tight together 

Enslaved in the riptide 

...possessed by the Oceanside 

....restless emotions tether

#redcoate #original poetry 

Rearview Mirror

The rain begins to fall upon the memory I keep of you

Eyes fixed on a drizzled rearview mirror as the images of us fade in the distance 

Holding on to the edge of the aged photograph that captures your irresistible smile 

The days keep passing into night 

Stretched over the sunrise of the house of pain 

Our bodies create the perfect poetry 

Every line of you in impeccable symmetry colliding into my flesh

Eyes locked and lost in each other's souls

Drift between the sheets until my hand finds yours 

Fragile heart in my chest is breaking 

Thinking of the silent miles that separate our lives 

I sit idle upon the desert grains and take refuge in the mountains 

But hope remains for the day I soak in wave after wave 

#redcoatewritings #originalPoetry

Soul Keeper

You are my soul keeper 

The hollow my mind sinks into

Every fibrous core stirs awake sleeping hope 

Delighted dahlia spring in esteem Finger tips brush over your brow

Magnificence dances upon your prominent cheek 

My ear lay upon the chiseled perfection of your chest 

Thumps drumming of a heartbeat serenade 

Overcome by the heat of you 

Safety in the walls of your embrace 

The secrets kept hidden in the basin of your eyes 

Inviting me to wander the depths of you  

Keep wide the door to your heart 

I'll find your light, I'll carry the weight 

The war I must wane for your love 

In time I will make you mine

Even if it only exists in lines of paper,  

Folded into the confinement of leathered locks 

#originalpoetry #redcoatewritings 

Pilgrim's Kiss

I'll bring you the stars cut out from my name

Place them in your palm as a pilgrim's kiss 

Pick every weed from where your dreaming eyes journey 

Heal you of every false fear that penetrates your skin 

I will rebuild the ruins that seize  victory under the soles of your feet 

If I have to lay myself down on the lowly ground, 

To catch your weary mind from crumbling, no hesitation will restrain 

There's nothing that can separate my heart from where you are  

Over the wilted flowers of time and the shadows in the darkened sea

In all the distance and want I will wait wrapped in linens of mercy 

#redcoatepoetry 

imagine us there::paris

From the hanging blushing lights of the Parisian cafe 

To the flambeau candles that cast effulgence on the walls inclosed in brick lay 

                            imagine us there 

Walking lightly over cobble stoned streets

Speaking in the verse of a famous line of Yeats 

     imagine us there 

Hands entwined, engulfed in silence,  soaking in the splendor of art 

Stepping into the history of ten thousand years, past remnants in architectural part  

                              imagine us there 

Tombstones of the conquered and beseeched, lovers and emperors 

Let my life be buried here in the soil, next to yours- the hand of a magical rebirth by a conjuror 

                    imagine us there 

Lay down with me in the streets of the Boulevard Montmartre and get lost under French skies 

After all, you are my conquest, I live off of the vigorous life line deep within the soul of your eyes 

Daydream

I stop, I sit, I daydream 

Adrift in a world that's sincere 

Dust floats with flecks of gold 

Truth untold, my tongue lay upon utterance 

If your ear were not deaf to hear

To encompass the longing in my pulse for what is real 

Would you be brave enough to wait with me there,

To endure with patience until the truth becomes clear?

Would you pour your words into glass,

Hold the life inside of me until the darkness has passed,

Pick every thorn from my flesh,

Kiss every wound that has been beaten into my chest?

I need the simple things re-born 

A childlike radiance to overcome 

This life is much too harsh

Unraveled, I've come undone 

My eyelids drop heavy in the dew of yesterday

Wipe off defeat from my olive skin

My mind is in need of a great win

So I stop, I sit, I daydream

Sleepwalking Shadows

Your love was a deep anchor of healing 

Pulling me down from the lonely white of sedentary ceiling 

Your touch broke the vault of my hardened chest 

You were a king of sorts, purified in a glow of the moon's adorning crest 

Sleepwalking shadows of our outline still line my head 

Your porcelain smile still awakens my dreamy mind from bed 

Sipping Sauvignon Blanc from your beckoning lips 

Under a blanket of sunset stretched upon mountainous tips 

There I laid every unselfish vow of love on your chest 

Laced your fingers with mine and gave you my best 

#originalpoetry #redcoatepoetry 

Scarlet Sin

I have falsified the files of my mind 

And fashioned the fibers of fantasy

 

Oh, how I pine for a place  

In a photograph shared with you 

My Hands are tied and confined 

But my heart is wide open 

The Outer depths of me darken  

Dulling out astounding gleam

Turn me brighter inside of your sky

Set fire to my turned down smile 

Your empire of charm is my dwelling 

Rebuild me stone by stone, be near 

I found strength in your healing words 

Far from me now in subdued silence 

I lay down across the keys of tombs

Waiting for an awakening kiss 

But still I remain like hidden gold 

In need of a lover to unearth 

In all the pieces and scars

I would take the chance 

To have you all over again 

To wear you as my scarlet sin 

#redcoatePoetry

ink

I am the forgotten face in your journey 

The feather that flies away in a wreckage of flurry 

The silent traveler that seeks your skin

Always hunting, never atop a win 

You are the ink that bleeds from my pen 

While your hands hold another place of zen 

Church bells echo as an angel sings 

A chorus of delight to polish your wings 

Another moonlit flight without me

Mistaken, you mustn't be the beholder of the sea  

#redcoatepoetry