Frigidity
by: Omar Rivera
Your empty heart attacks my body as if I were a wounded elk,and you ravenous wolf on the scent trail.
Your cold touch is ever foreboding the warmth of love's embrace.
Send an Angel, send a guardian against this debauchery.
You send me away. I return with vigorous persistence aiming to soften that heart of stone.
Solemn cold of night stares me down in my search for you.
I call out to you over and over again, and still in solitude remain.
Reach out ! Fight it! Let love's reign warm your soul.
Enough!
I can no longer bare to be as frigid as you, as rigid as the granite-walled mazes placed in your cavernous heart.
I beckon to you, set camp, and light the evenings fire.
The smoke rising and your skin peeking as if Winter's curse has ended and brought on the Spring like the grass peeking though the pure white snow.
There IS an end in sight!! She cracks a smile.
Posted on 02-26-13
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Snow Blind
Snow Blind
by Omar Rivera
Desolate Cold of winter strikes the night air.
Purity of fresh powder in the morning shows no despair.
Warmth of your love thaws even the coldest of hearts.
Lost in a blizzard cold and obtuse.
I embrace the disorientation and bask in the blanket of the memories of your embrace.
I search for the beacon, look for the light and come up empty, the wind blows harder the snow more heavy... I have become snow blind.
Your love majestic, pure, amazing as the northern lights shines a way in the night sky.
Without you I only had the barren white ground, moonlit desert nights, and the lonely wolves' cry to accompany me.
You've brought light to this dark soul.
The sun rises, and I exhale my last breath only to regain my sight and find myself 10ft from your cabin door, you open the door I smile, feel the warmth of your embrace and I have arrived at the gates in the clouds.
Posted on 10-30-12
by Omar Rivera
Desolate Cold of winter strikes the night air.
Purity of fresh powder in the morning shows no despair.
Warmth of your love thaws even the coldest of hearts.
Lost in a blizzard cold and obtuse.
I embrace the disorientation and bask in the blanket of the memories of your embrace.
I search for the beacon, look for the light and come up empty, the wind blows harder the snow more heavy... I have become snow blind.
Your love majestic, pure, amazing as the northern lights shines a way in the night sky.
Without you I only had the barren white ground, moonlit desert nights, and the lonely wolves' cry to accompany me.
You've brought light to this dark soul.
The sun rises, and I exhale my last breath only to regain my sight and find myself 10ft from your cabin door, you open the door I smile, feel the warmth of your embrace and I have arrived at the gates in the clouds.
Posted on 10-30-12
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Darkness ( unfinished )
Darkness ( unfinished )
-Omar Rivera
I feel this emptiness, a hollow shell that just fell off.
You understand and set me aside once again.
I am no more important, I rage inside for your devotion as I have for you.
I have withered, you blossom in my demise.
Will you keep on with temptation? Will I succumb?!
I swallow the barrel, the angels push out.
The powder igniting, a wallowing drought.
Adrenaline surging, a call too close to bear forever reminded by a thatched hole.
Depression is winning, for now I have I won.
Am I a weakling, fueled by false hopes? That broken vase with a sunken face?
I step out of the darkness, into your arms; swallowed by shame comforted by blame.
And yet when I stumble you are my ray of light.
Though I walk blindly you ARE by my side.
An when I've lost faith a miracle I witness.
Hold my hand GOD just one more night guide me out of this darkness, or give me shelter to hide.
I get too enveloped to see clear enough,without you I'm nothing and trusting is tough.
My soul is breaking, my body weak soon I will take my judgement loving and just.
Written by Omar Rivera
Posted on 12-12-12
-Omar Rivera
I feel this emptiness, a hollow shell that just fell off.
You understand and set me aside once again.
I am no more important, I rage inside for your devotion as I have for you.
I have withered, you blossom in my demise.
Will you keep on with temptation? Will I succumb?!
I swallow the barrel, the angels push out.
The powder igniting, a wallowing drought.
Adrenaline surging, a call too close to bear forever reminded by a thatched hole.
Depression is winning, for now I have I won.
Am I a weakling, fueled by false hopes? That broken vase with a sunken face?
I step out of the darkness, into your arms; swallowed by shame comforted by blame.
And yet when I stumble you are my ray of light.
Though I walk blindly you ARE by my side.
An when I've lost faith a miracle I witness.
Hold my hand GOD just one more night guide me out of this darkness, or give me shelter to hide.
I get too enveloped to see clear enough,without you I'm nothing and trusting is tough.
My soul is breaking, my body weak soon I will take my judgement loving and just.
Written by Omar Rivera
Posted on 12-12-12
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Untitled
Untitled
Blind men see the color of a soul.
A heart made of stone wanders aimlessly.
Soften your weary soul and eyes open to fate's path set before you.
Destiny, a word that floats around blindly.
Without faith the path sought will never be found.
Bring confidence into the light and bask in it because you'll never break a stride in the right direction if you lack it.
Written by Omar Rivera
Posted on 10-26-12
Blind men see the color of a soul.
A heart made of stone wanders aimlessly.
Soften your weary soul and eyes open to fate's path set before you.
Destiny, a word that floats around blindly.
Without faith the path sought will never be found.
Bring confidence into the light and bask in it because you'll never break a stride in the right direction if you lack it.
Written by Omar Rivera
Posted on 10-26-12
Flightless
Flightless
I extend my wings and the sun shines through where failed searches for your love have clipped my wings.
Wearing lead boots I jump for the sky.
Am I flightless or have these failed attempts worn at my soul so much that is has rendered me fightless?
There is one way that I may take to the skies, the thought of your embrace, your soft caress could suffice to send me soaring.
Without you I am rooted ever so deeply into the Earth.
I often wander in wonder if I'll ever get the taste of Heaven again.
I learn to fly, feel the wind against my soul, you are the catalyst for my flight the fire in my fight.
Stay by my side, if just for one more night only to hide the shackles that I am flightless without you.
I am molting, shedding my shackles, uprooting the binds that keep me grounded and grow fresh feathers new wings and fight with my last ounce of energy, breath to shout your name to the Heavens and take to flight.
Will I endure failure and fall back to the Earth in a pile of ashes? Will my love for you sustain my flight?
Feeling the warmth of the rays of the sun I closed my eyes and take flight I am coming home to your arms once again.
Written by Omar Rivera
Posted on 10-25-12
I extend my wings and the sun shines through where failed searches for your love have clipped my wings.
Wearing lead boots I jump for the sky.
Am I flightless or have these failed attempts worn at my soul so much that is has rendered me fightless?
There is one way that I may take to the skies, the thought of your embrace, your soft caress could suffice to send me soaring.
Without you I am rooted ever so deeply into the Earth.
I often wander in wonder if I'll ever get the taste of Heaven again.
I learn to fly, feel the wind against my soul, you are the catalyst for my flight the fire in my fight.
Stay by my side, if just for one more night only to hide the shackles that I am flightless without you.
I am molting, shedding my shackles, uprooting the binds that keep me grounded and grow fresh feathers new wings and fight with my last ounce of energy, breath to shout your name to the Heavens and take to flight.
Will I endure failure and fall back to the Earth in a pile of ashes? Will my love for you sustain my flight?
Feeling the warmth of the rays of the sun I closed my eyes and take flight I am coming home to your arms once again.
Written by Omar Rivera
Posted on 10-25-12
Friday, August 17, 2012
Perspectives
Not a poem per say, perhaps a rant into an open forum but here goes nothing........
Perspectives
By Omar Rivera
Perspectives
By Omar Rivera
Does the floor face the wall or does the wall face the floor?
Is the corner just a place to be alone or are you just being bad company?
Does the floor ever look up if the ceiling is always looking down on it?
Is the ceiling someone to look up to?
Should you stand on the ceiling or float on the floor?
Too much fighting not enough love.
Too many rights at risk without the other giving respect.
Kick the poor, eat the rich, bail out the greedy, and spit on the veteran that gave his life for LIBERTY and JUSTICE for ALL.
Our view is askewed and our system more and more convoluted.
We lost our hand on the Bible and our hand on the belt.
What's your perspective on things?
You an call yourself an optimist or a pessimist; Whilst you argue on whether the cup is half empty or half full... I'm an opportunist I drank the water in the cup.
Is the corner just a place to be alone or are you just being bad company?
Does the floor ever look up if the ceiling is always looking down on it?
Is the ceiling someone to look up to?
Should you stand on the ceiling or float on the floor?
Too much fighting not enough love.
Too many rights at risk without the other giving respect.
Kick the poor, eat the rich, bail out the greedy, and spit on the veteran that gave his life for LIBERTY and JUSTICE for ALL.
Our view is askewed and our system more and more convoluted.
We lost our hand on the Bible and our hand on the belt.
What's your perspective on things?
You an call yourself an optimist or a pessimist; Whilst you argue on whether the cup is half empty or half full... I'm an opportunist I drank the water in the cup.
Posted 07/02/12
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
The Admiral
The Admiral
By Omar Rivera
There was a time when the sun would rise.
There was a time when the night began.
Playing cruel cruel games on the moon.
And I hear her calling " Admiral"
When I'm with you she calls to me.
Sailing charred skies and rough seas.
Still I hear her calling tooooo the "Admiral"
The time has come for me to leave.
And I hope that you've forgiven me.
I drop the sails and man the fleet to the one who calls out to me "The Admiral"
Posted 06/28/12
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