Glory

One of the most contradictory aspects of life is love and relationships. I am quite interested in the relationship between power, anger, love, trust and honesty. The desire to rule verses the requirement to respect the object of your affection. I am not a religious person, but there is something spiritual that goes on between two people, in my opinion. Again, that contrast and conflict is a theme I continually explore.

You caught me between lifetimes - and you knew my moon

Instantly attracted, it never felt too soon

Opposites attract, but rising always wins

Your nature took me places, my mind had never been

Though it seemed that your affection, just wasn’t all that true

I guess I turned my blind eye, as men in love so often do

Because when I reveal my spirit, I do so through and through

When you make the wrong choice, bitter consequence ensue

In the end, strong men do crumble and these women they do smart

I bet you thought you’d break me too and that you’d wound my heart

But while yours may be feline, mine is solid stone

You tried to take the best of me, but you’re the one I own

For I have seen your glory, and now I’ll never drown

And I will be a king to you, and you’ll provide my crown

Love and loyalty commanding, this vow do not forsake

My crown is not of thistle, but, my wrath will not be fake

I told you once before, your will was one I’d try to spite

To strike you down, with these cool words, is how I’ll make this right

Though these words they may sound angry – all, is full of love

My temperament be easy - takes its cue from you, my dove

So hold me now in silence and whisper in my ear

Repeat the things your life has taught you I would want to hear

You may fool my instinct with soft and pleasant stories

And I may rule you ever more, for I have seen your glory

Victory, A Poem by Eddie Myles, Jr.

This is a deeply personal, in many ways more than some of my others. I think like any other kind of writing, poetry is about story telling. For me, it’s a way to tell my story, my personal journey. Because I’ve always struggled with dealing with and expressing my emotions and feelings in real time, poetry has become a major outlet for me. This particular poem, like so many of mine, is about a love and a relationship. And like most of my work, it’s about regret,maturation and about hope. The title may seem a bit disconnected but, trust me, I have my reasons.

My fingers wrapped around your throat as I breathe, you choke

My gaze is fixed upon your soul, as I push, you pull

Your burden weighs upon my back, and I bare, your yoke

I feel you deep and love you blind, I am - your hope

The time we spend is not our own, so there is, no more

I feel I have no sparrow as my pleas go ignored

You grow this life and birth this pain, these things move fast

This love of ours was meant to be but not, to last

My vow unravels ever more, still you can’t, move on

I feel that she can love me more - when I leave, you mourn

The torture starts you wield the whip and I flinch - then squirm

With masochistic tendencies, I beg, for more

You sense the guilt consuming me, this wound, is sore

I ask for peace, you come to me and become, my whore

You think you’ve seen a change in me and you think, I’m yours

But my feelings are the ones I see, I can’t - see yours

As I sense that you belong to me, I exploit, you more

I feel bad for what I have done to you and I hate - me more

But your tears have no effect on me, since my heart, is cold

As you become more insecure, I feel, more bold

Fast-forward at a lightning pace and we’re old-er now

Life has had its way with us, I’m bro-ken down

Now I’m ready to be good to you, but you can’t, be found

So I’m resigned that I shall be alone - no you, and me

I hope you’re warm and that you’re loved - if not, by me

I think about you so my dove, End - less-ly

If there is truth in silver linings then, shine down, on me

Right now it’s only cold and black, and I can-not see

The point in causing pain like that, and I end, our fight

So insomuch as there is darkness, then, there will, be light

Amore, Ego Morientibus Tarde

For a long time, I’ve had something of an obsession with Latin. I even put all of my tattoos in Latin. I like how it’s a dead language so in a way when you use Latin it’s like hiding the meaning of what you have to say – sort of like poetry does. So that’s why I chose to title this one in Latin.

 

Amore, Ego Morientibus Tarde (Love, I am dying slowly)

There’s a time and place to die but this one isn’t it

So while it isn’t easy, you try and force a grip

They’ll say the future’s bright but it seldom is

Not when hopes and dreams and blood are taken from new kids

Love is cursed like Adam was because of his for Eve

Soft may be the kill but fast and hard the pain it leaves

It causes men to lose their hope and wonder why they try

And grieve their loss these mothers do but no one hears them cry

Claiming stakes to manhood with actions plasticine

Jaded thoughts of women who can’t say what they mean

Introspection leaves me full of angst and insecure, my love

Your cruelty grows, envelopes hope and fits me like a glove

As sure as life inhabits all the things you do and know

There are darker things a mind will not allow to show

In failure inspiration blooms and confidence divides

As simply as I think of you then fear I won’t survive

It’s painful now to hear your voice and think about your hands

I hate that I remember how you helped form who I am

I can’t believe in fairy tales and other allegory

If truth be told what haunts my soul’s a darker somber story

This fear erodes resilience even decimates fortitude

I’m left with many lessons only this one holds most true:

You can travel where you want in life, to places old and new

But no matter who you might become there’s still the dying that you’re born to do

The Body Struggles, A Poem by Eddie Myles, Jr.

With a knife we begin, the cord is cut

From womb to tomb, it’s such a rut

But in between the hands do touch

And feel and grope and hold and such

To touch is to live, to live is to struggle

Binding hands and mouths to muzzle

Curvature, of spine and breast

Beauty is of neck and chest

From lips on fire and arms a flame

The burn of passion the joy of pain

With these hands I do thee please

And hold you down and me release

With eyes you stare and make me melt

And long for touch, wish to be felt

But like the body, it breaks down

It cannot breathe and can’t be found

Desire wanes and comfort’s lost

From touch recoil no longer soft

And yet not hard or rigid still

A heart can beat but never will

Negative Progress, a poem by Eddie Myles, Jr.

As addicted as I’ve ever been, in control
Enthralled, engaged and out of control

Purpose full, untold distraction
Altered, torn with no distraction

Evasive, persuasive unbroken intent
Expansive, enchanted in search of intent

And with this vein, express my shame
Incurring fame, increase said shame

With passion, I feel, I live, I love
My soul, inside, it bleeds this love

I take, you give, we feed – enough!
I know the way, I’m lost enough

It breaks and makes,
Disintegrates
There is no love, no honor, no rip-roaring sex
Just passion, loss and hope for what’s next

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