Symphonic Nonsense

I decided to post some more poetry. Its old and dated material. I honestly have not written much poetry in a while. Its been over a year since I wrote consistently. I used to carry around a notebook and was that cliche’ guy who would excuse himself  from a crowd to go sit at the local coffee shop and write, drink some coffee, and snap my fingers at my profound nonsense I just wrote. Sometimes I miss those days. I am considering picking up the habit. At least the writing part. Anyways here are two poems I wrote in the past 5 years. I welcome your thoughts and comments.

Falling into Pieces
Im sorry for the things I do wrong
Im sorry for the things I can’t undo
The words of my mouth cannot compare
to the beating of my heart.
Come near once more
Come near once more
Im falling into pieces
realizing who I am inside
Im Falling into pieces
dying to know Im alive
I wear a mask  of many colors
my face you will never see
hidden deep inside
Its brilliance is my deception
Hiding the true, the real, me
Careful pieces put in places
delicately laid and set
a master craftsman of discretion
finding hope in my darkness
Come near once more
Come near once more
Im falling into pieces
realizing who I am inside
Im Falling into pieces
dying to know Im alive
Can I fall in love with you once more
Can I go back to the places we once were one
Can I feel your warm embrace hold me close again
Im falling into pieces
realizing who I am inside
Im Falling into pieces
dying to know Im alive
    _________________________________________________________
Symphonic Nonsense
As I look into a mirror of self reflections….thoughts caress my mind in a symphony of contemplation
Its rhythms are broken but unhindered
freed from the simplistic calcification of self gratification
and yet
never
on beat
constantly and emphatically reminding me of all the dreams and wishes I once had that  have been stolen or lost,  and I don’t know which is true.
and it continues without hesitation towards its ultimate destination
Its pace is staggeringly slow but intense
filled with the passionate personification of my emancipation
and yet
Im
not free
always and forever locked behind a mask that will never change because I have given the keys away to another person, and I’ve forgotten there name.
and it continues without hesitation towards its ultimate destination
Its music is expressively painful and loud
resounding forth with the intensification of my misdirection
and still
pleasant
to me
its melodies are a blanket of truth wrapped in the arms of my faults that keep me perusing something greater, but I just don’t know what.
and as quickly as it began its recitation of desperation
it stops
and
I rest
finding peace in the silence

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