Becoming man

I don’t know how to question myself when it comes to me,

each thought or whisper so vacant in the limelight beautiful.

Whisked away from reality fading into dreams of flying,

wings carrying the hopes of the few into the hearts of many.

Vague views spoken out in all misunderstanding,

seeking not only love but the meaning.

Lips calling me to remember the dreams of yesterday,

forgotten moments of happiness drifting apart.

Falling deeper into the rhymes I never want to say,

hiding in the fires of lust so cold.

Coming to a place of desire letting go of redundant images,

protruding needles of desperation facing truth and lies.

Strange fears of strength too far gone to recall,

waking up alone in the arms of an angel so beautiful.

I whisper her name yet she doesn’t hear the words I express,

in a picture of love it is only the illusion she understands.

Holding onto her eyes she looks away from me long enough to see me,

so hidden in the shadows her wings have created for me to hide.

Solely togetherness forsaken arms of weakness too strong to embrace,

we fall as one ball of fire into the depths of watery lights.

Her tongue is in my eyes kissing away the visions of pain,

regrettable thoughts forgotten in this instant.

Wake me up shivering so cold your flames of passion,

tongue on tongue in a kiss of erotic hopes remembered.

To see the feelings spoken in words unable to escape me,

is the man, the heart, the love I have become.









Johnny Newell