New Mexico Sky

This mornings sky made me think of New Mexico. The sky over Sandia Peak covered it like an umbrella with it's purple and pink hues. Kaleidescope window of love reflected from the glass bottle containing true, raw, uninhibited love which will never again exist in this lifetime.


The colors of violence are purple and blue yet are so beautiful in the sky. I know, it's all about perception.

BATTLESCARS

Transparent

As a thick, rolling fog

Soaked with random pain

Of cruelty

Wrung out to dry

Within waves of horrific memories

Time elapses

Revealing anguish and hatred

Consuming my every thought

Shame lingers

Loitering in masses

Unable to forget or forgive

Myself

Unbearable thoughts

Within insecurities

Lasting a lifetime

Unforgivable, untouchable

Unlovable

Me

Smelling of yesterdays refuse

A mirage of happiness waits

Luring me into a web of hope

My unworthiness still echoes

Since it left your lips

See what you’ve done to me!

I

Can’t even like me!

Much less another!

Unveiling pretense

Exposes my bruised, mutilated

Unforgiving heart

Where trenches of hatred have burrowed

Through to my soul

Chandeliers of fatal impressions

Hover over eternity

Always within arm’s length

Of your fist

PERCEPTION

Violent thoughts

Of violet skies

Summon the enchanting calls

Howling sounds

Screech the quiet night

Enabling the maidens

And the keepers of the dreams

To hover passed awake and sleep

Stories never to be told

Remain translucent by day

Yet called upon at night

Enchanted touches of raindrops

Prickle the restless night

An illusion of pretense

Reminding you with hints

And clues of the night before

The swish of feathered wings

Call upon perception

Anxiously anticipating

Tired thoughts of hopeless dreams

Where the guardians lay restless

Imagination realistically calling upon

Forbidden thoughts by day

To make them real by night

A dream or premonition

Of deviled thoughts

With angels wings

Filtered thoughts

Unforgiving details

Of a place to go

Within my sleep