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Haiku 9

You are listening

My throat produces no sound

And yet, you hear me

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“Into the Fold”

In this life that we live

Given to us without our consent

Taken from us before we’re done

We’re tossed out into the fold

To spread our wings

To crash or fly

To reach new heights

Or plunge and die

Weathered into silence

Whispered into gold

We enter into the fold

Entangled in the breeze

Shivering in the cold

Like voices in the reeds

That ring like songs of old

There are dreams within dreams

And nightmares to which we give pause

There are fears that we face

And faces that we learn to fear

There’s a way to win the world over

To start anew with a fresh set of eyes

It’s what we choose to do

That takes us to new highs

— David Allen

“It All Follows Suit”

Memories are tainted now
Most of them are changed somehow
Memories of you gone by
Of how and what and where and why
And it all flows to me
And it all but follows suit
My mind is misguided now
Of things that I had once contrived
Things that I had once subscribed
Are no longer to be found
And it all encumbers me
And it all but follows suit
Things are lost and things are found
Some of them are in the ground
Memories of you, my love
They are no longer sound
And it all enters me
And it all but follows suit
Buried deep beneath the waves
In hidden places and in caves
Secret places where I’ve wept
Is where my love for you is kept
And it all encompasses me
And it all but follows suit
Now that you have guided me
In lessons that I needed to see
Are you teaching comfortably
Now that you are over me?
And it’s all emended me
And it all but follows suit
And it’s all corrected me
As it all follows suit

Thanks for the lessons.
Inspired by Leonard Cohen’s “Teachers”

— David Allen

“Oceans of Resentment”

When the pillars of Rome are piled in ruin

And our past smolders and burns in the rubble

Are you accustomed to living a lie?

As the western shores are all ablaze?

Your bridges are a conflagration

And your spirit will stir in darkness

And you came to me in black and white

In dreams of ghastly heresy

A wanton woman in her fiery rage

Damaged by the lovers of her past

You were the smokey air I breathed

Whom I cherished more than life itself

I wished for nothing more than your contentment

Even though I’m not needed to fulfill it

You were the water in the reeds

The sea-foam on the banks of incontinence

Washing away the seeds of resentment

To still this broken, unremarkable hand

And on this path I wander,

I carry no baggage in life

Only in mine own heart

And that is heavy enough

And as my love washed upon your shores of indifference

You were nearly swept away

But I didn’t mean for you to drown

Though I thought your waters were far too shallow

And the undertow had plunged you deeper still

But I’ll stem my tide

If you’ll staunch your flow of hate

And if you’ll dam your embankment of anger

And let it be damned, your pathology

You’re like a dream to me now

Half-remembered and incomplete

And isn’t that how all good dreams end?

The edges all obscured?

The details a fog?

Twisted and stirred into the darkness

Blackened and frayed at the seams

And people say we dream in black and white

But I remember you so vividly

Another sea to drink

Another flood of emotions

Washed upon the shores of deliverance

I’ve never felt a deeper chill,

Than the coldness in your heart

No other waters ever ran so cold

And now they wash over me

Like a memory of shimmering tides

I don’t mind being a memory to you

Even if just a ripple in your timeline

But I wish it were a good one

And that you were not left so parched

— David

Quick Update

On this day, which would’ve been our three year anniversary, I’ve added a new addition to my other blog. And although I won’t be sharing any posts from the other blog here, I just wanted to let everyone know that there’s a new entry available. This one will shed some light on how toxic of a relationship I was in, and it will finally offer some insight into how and why it ended. And again, please feel free to comment and let me know your thoughts. I’d love to hear from you!

Here’s the link again:

volkuros.blogspot.comOpen letters to the greatest love I’ve ever known

— David