Little wing

Hold me in your heart –
And lift me unto the boughs of heaven.
Where I am embraced by the heights of compassion
as there is no place left for me to fall
but the refuge of your
- Arms.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The man who would be king

That they sing accolades before thy flesh is cold -
I mourn only the man thou could hath been, not the man thou were.
Find thy peace in the knowledge that all men are equal
in the eyes of God
for I call no man martyr whom hast not suffered
- For my soul.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Aphrodite

You contemptuous -
Vain self-serving deceitfully decadent
two-faced cock teasing slut.
Who died and made you goddess?
I want my keys back
- Bitch.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Reincarnate

As I return to the womb –
Forged by suffering, tempered by humility
and so I seek the strength of compassion in your love.
Would you to hold me as I dream of death
might I be born again in
- Your arms.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Love’s condition

As we love most what we fear to lose -
Thus love is for the moment and that is all it knows.
Love is not material. Love is not conditional. Love cannot exist
where fear does not thrive, even more so to realize
that what once we had loved the most
- Loves us no more.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Conclusions

Could that I only have known -
I would have held you longer, loved you stronger
might then that you would not have slipped from my embrace.
Thus may our last kiss be as long as the goodbye
for it shall never be over until
- I'm over you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Salvation

As you did pray for me –
Then so I have been absolved by your blessings
Even said, my sins are not all omittable
for I have always only been an imperfect servant
Yet my soul is revitalized by the trust
in the truth you believed
- In me.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Hope

Deceitful expectation –
Have that you betrayed my faith by manipulating my trust
all while you prolong the torment of my heart.
I simply sought to find love through truth, live through integrity
and accept loss with a grace of humility.
What now is my reward except that the only promise
which lies within probability
- Is death.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009