Reblog – Bright and Beautiful by Murray Robertson

Enjoy, love and thrive! 🙂

Murray Robertson (photography & poems)

      oh she is
   bright and
   beautiful.
      you should
see her smile

   what is 
      a man
supposed 
   to do?

   sunshine
   over her
shoulder,
   she glows
in backlit
      glory

   we have
   wandered
there before.
   every time
the garden's
      a changed
   thing.

red as any
   lipstick, 
      she glows
in backlit
   glory. 

   what is
      a man
supposed
   to do?

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Man-ipulation

Redux

I Write Her

Untitled

“Men are every bit as sneaky and calculating and venomous as women are widely suspected to be.”  Lili Loofbourow

“Did I do that? OH! I’m sorry, that was not my intention.”

“Ugh, I suck. Can you forgive me? “

Eyes of innocence before me for the 1000th time.

Him being purposefully confused to purposefully confuse me.
Slick like oil.

An engineered game well-played to my detriment.

I am maneuvered purposefully, skillfully.
Me still loving, trusting and believing.

Directed by his intention I question myself.
My judgment is slipping.

Damn it.

For the last time.

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There’s Nothing There

Redux

I Write Her

Untitled

I’m reaching out, engaging and scrutinizing;

skimming through to see you.

Holding you intently, purposefully and committed.

You seemed an open book.

The audio version of your story mesmerizing, your truth so bold.

Then I went beyond your notes and found blank pages.

They told a different story.

You ring hollow.

There’s nothing there.

I have to put this book down.

The efforts made to unravel the mystery, and

the chances taken diving right in brought me no pleasure.

I learned nothing.

Maybe another blank page can read you properly.

I won’t waste my time on an empty binding.

Not again.

When I’m ready to read again, I’m sure

I’ll find a better book to discover.

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Reblog – effigy

There are just no more words. This piece is so raw with frustration, a rage that hasn’t an outlet. I was planning on posting this today anyway, but damn, seems like it is right on time.

House of Heart

She no longer recalls or feels

Freedom is not a concept

The curve of her back is wired

with filament and straw fills

the space that held a heart

Constructed for crows her limbs

are stripped of flesh

her pupils fixed in the dark.

Her lips are strung with suffering

she no longer speaks because

there are no words that

cut deep enough.

Metal woman

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Hampered

my heart bleeds

so i refrain from you

shed silent tears

that lead to convulsions

the dream is dead

only alive in a picture frame

where space and time is paused

when did your love recede from me

seem to have done the same

our faces buried in a tv screen

as we continue to lean further into oblivion

we lost the game in the final inning

now we’re just a ball and chain

Reblog – The Sigh Forever by Tom Alexander

That “meh” of living at times comes through loud and clear in this piece. It can be so hard to push through but so worth it when we do.

The Lighthouse

I keep so busy
with nothing much of note
Living, eating, working, sleeping
never putting pen to paper
never pushing myself
to reach for anything

I keep so busy
not really loving anyone truly
Wishing, wanting, lying, scheming
never giving myself completely
never really drinking in
the wine of what could be

First her and now you
The sigh forever
Is all I ever do…

Whatever happened to childhood dreams
To singing, painting, writing, loving
never having to pay or earn anything
never having to deal
with the cost of living

Whatever happened to the careless caress
Laughing, drinking, rolling, talking
never being sure of the time or day
never touched by anything
beyond the bed

First her and now you
The sigh forever
Is all I ever do

Is this all
I can ever do?

[2011]

Thanks for reading.

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