Saturday, November 10, 2018

Heart Magic (For Kat)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2018-11-10T11_45_01-08_00

broken silences unperturbed
uncertain of advancing forces
“Love is the only engine of survival”

I am lost, rarely found
You are a mystery, rarely lost
a combo like peanut butter and bananas

let’s hold hands, jump off the cliff
adventure seekers hell-bent on forsaking fear
eyes closed against collision

sometimes the vagueness becomes unbearable
cannot shake picturing Richard loading the gun
the dust of America too much for his magic heart

nothing makes sense when depression lands hard
a black dog that’s no one’s best friend or confidant
suffocates best intentions, cuts off our air supply

all I have are these words to offer you
my love’s as real as that empty theater in the big apple
when lovers become suspicious they best reevaluate their choices

silent as a hunter pursuing a soul mate in a firestorm of misgivings
boxes left unchecked as children learn to accept disappointment
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”

Charles Cicirella
11/10/18

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