Enemy Is Me

Enemy is me for I sigh out a last hope to float free to see blunt love in front
Knowledge of defeat grows heavy heat and heart beats a bronze brunt
Multiple melancholy memories with no visible hint of a smooth silver lining
Heart of love’s light drips tears of fast fear for now it has stopped shinning
Enemy is me for I welcome the dieing drums of defeat since strength flees
I meet with a greet a hollow half heart with no direction of love to seize
Hopes that gave life end now in stiff strife I toss a white flag for there is no more
My wanting arms are no longer open for I have been defeated in love’s war
Compelled to tell and how I yell the number of pains I plunder to my demise
Much mad reason for the bad treason but I despise my heart I do not recognize
Not easy has it come to be how I carried then buried my hopes in deep damp dirt
I fought the thoughts that alone has brought now my heart has new levels of hurt
Enemy is me for the invasive attack lacks defense, movement in my mind has stopped
Arduous to adopt around my cage I rage for I hold no love so my soul dropped
Retrospect love’s debt I regret for I raise no rose high so life owes me no cost
No life can be heard so absurd are my silent cold words of exile but I can defrost
Pain I gain for I am the foe, he who I curse the worst I see within my own eyes
Traitor against love cannot be my friend, now the end I search for new tries
For love’s survival invert the rival battle again for in love I must foresee
Must rearrange the change for the enemy of my enemy is who I must be

June 11th, 2011.

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Trophy says, “Enemy is me is saying that I consider myself to be an enemy since I am giving up on love.”

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New Poem – Architect Is Checked.

Architect Is Checked.

Architect is bold bright, but I’m loosing the fight when lights go gray
Effort builds cities of sorrow I borrow a false grin till tomorrow’s day
Foundation of heart of love was built to tilt the world and all around
Laid pipes of love for your smiles until the bricks begin to fall down
Architect molds old as it folds over and I beg for a bold clover field
Nails of effort shoot down around like broken arrows, I hide under shield
Cracks are not lacked and they roar the soars of more pain in heart
Blueprints revised, as your gestures despise my walls that fall apart
Architect is checked for rust that falls like dust must trust some proof
What I built to reflect love, your shack of soft sticks shines a spoof
Immense flicker so dense the ticker on the blunt hunt for a conclusion
I must find the kicker to bring forth fast to blast the wall of ill illusion
You shatter the batter to destroy the matter with no grasp in your grip
My love is a symphony but the sound you found was my dieing drip
Architect is checked and wrecked; still I search for a feeling of worth
Hear a poof from the roof and all falls, what heart of love will I unearth
You built no guilt in your tilt and there is no awry in your high sigh
I strike the last blow, and so slow I watch my masterpiece of love die
Architect is checked and now a memory of love you did not weigh
Hope for a true grin on tomorrow’s day as I gather new sticks to lay

Copy Written January 21st, 2011.

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