Inspired

Inspired

By Rhincel John Ortega De Veas

Inspiration passed me

I cannot be me

My soul cannot be me

Inspiration escaped me

Inspiration passed me

To write…

To express my feelings in flight

Inspiration escaped me

Inspiration passed me

To sing…

To utter the melody life’s joy can bring

Inspiration escaped me

Inspiration passed me

To love…

To explore that divine gift from above

Inspiration escaped me

Inspiration passed me

To act...

To make shine what is intact

Inspiration escaped me

Inspiration passed me

To live...

To imagine and believe

Inspiration escaped me

 

Inspiration passed me

Why can’t I be me?

Inspiration escaped me

The answer was not with me

Wednesday's Last Light

Wednesday’s Last Light

By Rhincel John Ortega De Veas

Orb of the maiden hunter

Studded velvet wonder

Spectator to secrets indeed

That sinful fruit cannot be conceived

For as the scornful gloom draws

Under the flames the hoarfrost thaws

For strangers there is blight

Blissful frenzy labors first light

The Mustang is bound in chains

Supple, untainted silk in bloody stains

Neither zeal nor vigor is for the meek

To make hell grant what love did seek

Too Lovely

Too Lovely

By Rhincel John Ortega De Veas

You walked along the dune

Hair black as ebony flowing like a tune

Mesmerized by your glance

My bearings morphed into trance

Impinged by your splendor

I was in enslaved demeanor

Astonished with feminine essence

Abashed with enchanting presence

Sooner you made me vicious

My spirit suddenly became ambitious

Egoism claimed that you’re mine

Sanity forced me to be in line

Yet like a flower, I cannot own you

Doomed as my thoughts, I was in blue

For a bloom selfishly plucked will die

The pruner can only heave a deep sigh

Seclusion of an English Guy

Seclusion of an English Guy

By Rhincel John Ortgega De Veas

I was here

But never there

Always been existing

Never been astounding

Shouting at the top of my voice

Still drowned in their noise

Trying my best to mingle

Always caught up in tangle

Trying to reach those stars

My efforts had been sparse

A prey immobilized

But never anyone realized

Doing good for reason

Scythed with bloody treason

Now the good meat was spoiled

For around the brim vipers coiled

I am always here

But will never be there

Unknown be my existence

Menace be my presence

Hazel Eyes

Hazel Eyes

By Rhincel John Ortega De Veas

Oh eyes!

That have brought wretchedness to men

Bringer of honey-sweet ecstasy

Or bitter tunes of melancholy

I, forsaker of love

What can you do to my lot?

Yet dawn soon faded the darkness of night

Sweet breath of roses took over my plight

Oh that hazel eyes!

Let me look at you now!

Pierce me with sweet pain

Melt the icy chill of rain

But Eros should wait long

So that roses would bloom strong