The Father's Sins

Eloquent words and phrases,
Promises of the world's praises,
Trusting the difference this time,
Placing my faith in honeyed rhyme.

Relentlessly trying as hard as I might,
Just can't seem to get it right.
Perhaps Love doesn't exist for those such as me,
Perhaps it just isn't meant to be.

Shattered dreams lay at my feet,
Never to be realized, never to meet.
Those pieces are scattered beyond any grasp,
Oh, I've tried, they slipped out of my clasp.

Years ago, my first love, betrayed me as no one else could,
He left a little girl laying battered and bruised.
These are the memories of love's true meaning,
Love is betrayal, pain, demeaning.

It's all just a mask hiding the evil,
The real truth? Love is deadly, even lethal.
Those three little words spew poisonous venom,
Raising the putrid, horrible demon.

He lies in wait for the weak and unwary,
Knowing it's the father's sins he carries.
Is there no repentance, no salvation?
Can there be one to end this damnation?

Hope and faith, they say will endure,
So I hope and I pray for a forever cure,
Holding on tight to a dream, this time will stay,
Could it be? Maybe today?

CWylde ⓒ 12 / 31 / 14

Banished

Too clingy, too needy, 

Too much, too greedy,

Excuses and alibis, pulling away,

Destroying love, why the betray?

Too much, too soon,

Same song, same tune.

Sent away, banished,

Hoping I’d vanished.

Bound so tight away 

From where we always played.

Like a caged wolf chewing through the ropes,

Soon breaking free, dashing all hopes,

Wandering alone, searching for penance,

Yearning for love’s essence.

Is there salvation for one such as me?

Is it possible? Can it be?

CWylde © 12/29/14

(Written in response and as a combo prompt to #darksideofpoetry and #Heartsmeal)

Cold and Broken

Somewhere, the truth of me

Became the story of me,

I know not when I gave in

To the hurt and pain within,

Cold and broken, my heart lay 

In shards of crystal glass on display

To all who would peer inside,

Mocking my stupid pride.

Can my heart be mended?

Or will I be left untended

To drown in this sea of tears

Wasting away in all my fears?

Yet, here you stand offering respite

From the wasteland so desolate.

I grasp your hand so tight,

Pull me away from this night.

CWylde © 12/29/14

(Written in response to a poetry prompt from #FieryVerse)

A Hard Road

Often I wonder how to make 

Sense of all the mistakes,

But in the end, my power

Surpasses my need to cower.

Not this time will I implode,

No, I’ll stay the hard road.

To search for your sweet embrace

Is my intense desire, my saving grace.

My need, no, my craving

Is deep and powerful, near depraving,

Relentlessly, hopelessly devouring

Every part of my resolve empowering

Desire to submit to your commands,

Finally succumb to your demands.

CWylde © 12/29/14

(Written in response to a poetry prompt by #WSSPoetry)

Fires Unseen

Breathing deep of your sweet essence,

Calming waters felt in your presence,

Until you touch my tender places,

Stirring those inner smoldering spaces.

Touching, kissing, gazing, sensual scene,

Moving, undulating, fires unseen,

Joined as one, building higher,

Riding the waves of passion’s pyre.

Reaching the moment of no return,

You guide me through the afterburn.

CWylde © 12/29/14

(Written in response to a poetry prompt - #CapturedPoet)

Unmanageable

Brave, a rebel, she dares the fates,
Try if you will, you can't catch me!
Tis not her head, but her heart dictates,
Dances through life with abandoned glee.

Uncatchable, unmanageable,
A challenge, the strongest have failed,
No love in her life? Unimaginable!
A sharp toothed rumour, plans derailed.

Who will accept the capricious dare?
Takes a brave soul, her heart to win.
She waits ruefully for the rightful heir,
The true one, let the game begin.

CWylde ⓒ 10 / 6 / 14
Original photo by Freddy Camargo

New Poetry Images

Today, I am working hard at completing a book compilation of my poetry with the images as I have posted on my Twitter page.  Most of these were written to poetry prompts. And they are all under my copyright.  I hope you enjoy them.  Soon my book of poetry, Echoes of the Soul, will be out and available for purchase.

In the Dark of the Night

All That I Am

Once Upon a Time

Tears I Shed

Stories Told

Words of Love

Want more? Watch for the release of Echoes of the Soul!

Camille