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Thursday, June 25, 2015

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

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

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 

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

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

Thursday, March 12, 2015

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 

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

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 

Monday, February 23, 2015

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 

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

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