Love
What's unsaid about it?
Still it's different
and unique for everyone.

Sometimes,for me its like
songs of cuckoo bird.
Sun that rose again in my life,
a green oasis in a desert,
The best part of my youth.

and sometimes,
i am a lone warrior in the battlefield,
searching for the enemy soul,
dont know where to find
and how to defeat!..

I am not afraid of break-ups or
passionate love.
since who knows,
what love has at store!
the equal amount of love back?
Happiness?
Atrocities?
or may be a surprise?

Hanging around the court
and I want to know why,
Why none of you have come to see me.
I've been laughing, I've been crying.
This is surely a cruel joke.
I haven't a retort.
Because I've felt this way before.
It's like dreaming that I'm dyin.

Please help me now
Because I've got nowhere to go.
Please take me in your arms,
take me out, and take me home.
Please tell me if I make it.
I'm running out of life.
I've fallen to pieces.
I'm spending all my time.

You treat me like I'm crazy
I hate it when you lie.
Do you think that I won't listen?
I listen all the time.
But you feel so far away my friend when you are by my side.
I face alone a lonely war
about whose first to cry.

Seeking justice but I am so alone. I wish you would hold my hand and that we could bone.

Now I'm walking to a restaurant
where I will surely cry,
because I miss you and resent you,
and I think that you know why.
It's all so that I'll call you?
A mission to abort.
Because it's me you should be missing
and I haven't a retort.

Please call me now
Because I've got nowhere to go.
Please take me in your arms,
take me out, and take me home.
Please tell me if I make it.
I'm running out of life.
I've fallen to pieces.
and I'm wasting too much time.

Too much time my friend.
Be by my side.

You have been their for over 3 years of my life.
We have been through the worst.
The best.
Lonely nights.
Days gone.
Somehow I look up and see your words.
See what you created.
Knowing you created this for your fans.
It makes me want to stay here.
To stay alive.
Your words not mine.

My friend.
You came into my room so distressed,
The musicians you loved had all been depressed
And you wondered if you might turn out the same as them,
Play the same sad songs, drink whisky and smoke.

With all the dysphoria took over compassion
Your clothes got expressive, you'd changed your fashion
You accepted you'd sit in you chair with old age
And read all the books, and imagine taking to stage.

But for now you sat beside me and said let's not be scared
You re-assured me of the life you most feared
Somehow this comforted both your mind and mine,
Dark looks for dark, it must be hard to be blind.

We shall meet again someday, you said. Doubtful.
As we walked past all the towering oak trees, so tall
And the more you had to leave the less help I could lend
Your violin still plays melodies which I can't quite comprehend.

Can I write you a love song
I’ll sing it softy in your ear all night long
Blow gently without words on my saxophone
Diamond and Pearls behind the throne
A beautiful ensemble meant for only you
As I give credence too
Take my hand
Cross this journey with me as I sing about faraway lands
Past Egypt pyramids shifting Morocco sands
Lay back my love, allow your mind to silently drift
Feel the enchantment of my piano keys as it spiritual uplifts

I’ll sing love songs of old
A cappella chorus echoed from deep within my enlighten soul
I’ll sing to you about the blues, society’s injustice, and elements of darken storms
Keep your heart warm, while playing my French Horn
Enrapture foretold from this dedicated symphonic poem
A music sheet of percussion, woodwind, brass, keyboard, and strings
Harmony carrying the mind away as the joy of coming spring
I’ll hum your favorite beats, can you feel the crescendo now
Fiddle from the heart by the sweat of one’s brow

Submerge your cerebral cortex, lose yourself in the sultry tunes
Harp sounds bathe of light kissed from the illuminating moon
Destiny overcasts in the lyrics
Fate floating stratospheric
Karma of others handled in the eyes of satiric
Opera, I give you so grand in its grace
French Creole dialect murmured among silk and lace
Sounds of my flute resonant to face
Allowing my Cello sounds to thoroughly embrace

Can I write you a love song
Body and soul serenading soprano to keep you standing strong
My guitar stringing your philosophies along
An equal equation, one plus one equals two
Emotions, feelings, sentiments, its tenor expressed only for you
No compass to my heart, my seasonal love found in hidden melodies
Trombone guiding back and forth breathless as it please

Orchestra sounds
Ascending minds, bodies, souls, pass the opening clouds, divine and profound
The last note sung by me as we gradually come down
Beautiful music embraced, needs never to make a sound
Shh, close your eyes
Meditate on the music for a little while

Hush sweet baby don’t say a word
My heart softly tweets to a mockingbird
If that mockingbird don’t sing
Can I write you a love song created only for your being
As minds are sightseeing
Hearts fleeing
Timpani drums guaranteeing
Entwined of our divine wellbeing
Emotions freeing
Crooning of bodies heard as the day is long
Can I write you a love song

Sing me that song you sang first time we locked eyes
The song that gave me butterflies
The song that made me believe true love existed not only in movies but also in real life

Sing me that song for it made me fall in love with you more
Through it I learned to dance
Through I got my first kiss
Through I got so wild

Sing me that song for when you are far away
I hear your voice calling out for me
I hear your whispers and
I feel your lips coming for mine

Sing me that song for I can't get over the fact that it's  still my ringtone

My drum has perforations; now flawed
Mylar parchment once taut on bone
Leaks prose; but each metaphor pored
Percussive skull reverbs teeming tome

Waning instrument yet waxing lyrical
Tympanic threepenny opera still plays
Snare split - verbose ****** spiracles
Whip quick flick of offal; tongue flays

Well weathered but - oh still sensual
Drum bongo crammed with lyrics learned
Skin leathered; worn – still beautiful
Spills tales – well told – well earned  

©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness – 2018 – All rights reserved)

There was this girl,
She was known by people
She was perfect
Atleast, in the eyes of everyone.

If she flip her hair
Everyone will love her.
If she smiles
Everyone compliments her.

This girl is the best for me
But I was not the best for her
I fell in love,
We played a game
Then it ended
After I discovered who she really was.

Everything seemed so perfect,
But there was a mistake.
She had nothing but a time she always wants.
And I do have her,
But I do not own the love that I wanted.

I have been asking myself,
Do I have to care for her,
If she keeps hurting me?
Do I have to love her,
If she can't love me back?

My heart is breaking,
My hands are shaking,
I couldn't take it any longer.
My mind was thinking,
But I couldn't explain what I truly feel.
Is it right that she left me?

If she did not love me,
And if I didn't too,
Then we'd just destroy each other.
'Cause we both know,
That none of us deserved each other.

I don't need her now
But I want her back.
So I can sing the songs I have written...
For her,
When I was still in love.

I can't explain what I feel,
And she won't be able to feel it.
Because I forgot all the lyrics,
To the songs I have written for her.
And the lyrics that could've explain that,
We're now burned to dust.
...
And it was all about you being perfect.

All I see when I look at the skies
Is purple stars
They feel so nice,
When the bright side meets my eyes.

All I feel is now outside
I screamed it out last night when I was alone,
Singing old songs trying to sound right
All the feelings stop!
You come to my mind
And the songs that once gave life to my empy room
Die.

A piece of me is lost,
I reward the one who finds it
I don't even remember the last time it was with me
Maybe when I was born
Or when we first kissed.