Fake Love

Falling in Love with a Picture

 

Illusion morphs in a dream,

The vision overtaking my eyes,

A silver forming stream,

Softly air unaware releasing sighs,

 

Her vision soaking me in,

Silver streams drift forward to each,

Both now looking within,

Clarity mocks beyond reach,

 

Our vision is a pools image,

Reversing sight through other,

Dimensions of silver light engage,

Joining together as one another,

 

Complete, clarity, true, true love,

Words, beyond words, a molecular rhythm,

A divine intervention I reach above,

Wait, no, reality falls, killer, vicious crime,

 

My vision was but a fools illusion,

What mad trickery captured my soul,

She is not her, but sudden confusion,

One fell, another arose, where but a satanic hole,

 

Weeping tears flood her eyes,

She, Only because my love surpassed my hold,,

I see love in-spite, even myself, while covered in lies,

But my divine Love, heart cry’s, what is being told,

 

Clearly my beloved, I am the truth not illusion,

I see truth, yet my passion was for another,

Not so, the picture as Love, was your desperate conclusion,

She cried our love remains divine, one for other.

 

by James Kirk-Wiggins (c) February 20, 2020

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My Notes: You May find it difficult to understand the situation in this poem, so did I, but not in the reading. I’m a hack Poet at best, which is why I didn’t submit it in the contest about rising above reality. When I finish the short story on the events this poem is based it will be come apparent, and like me you will say; “WHAT?” .

Soulmates and Twin Flames

TAKE MY SOUL – My Twin Flame

The Material one Wonders, sewing doubts, maybe?
The Soul completes, two emerge as one,
The chaos of the divide collapses
Material succumbs to pressure as diamonds

Obstacles fade, diminishing, unseen evermore,
Where comes these Shadows of material world,
Sewing doubt, fear, feet frozen in place,
Expanding omnipotent universe, thrusting us together,

Soul completion achieved, syntropy prevails,
All Material is fleeting flesh, ghostly,decaying corruption, Our spiritual souls unite, ignite, comets flashing by,
We Grasp this joy tightly, savor every breath, laugh, love evermore,

Our bodies, minds, souls emerge into singularity,
O' great wonder have we beheld,
A soul split, miracle of miracles, Then a soul unites,
Explosive quasars pale to this love reborn,

Completeness, destiny, eternity roars with laughter,
The divine rises, blessing their creation,
Together, ecstatic togetherness, YES evermore,
lovers eyes invade and envelope each in eternal embrace

I Love you~

Take My Hand

Valentine’s Day: Twin Flames and Soul Mates

JOINING OF SOULMATES

TAKE MY SOUL

The Material one Wonders, doubts, maybe?
The Soul is complete, two into one,
Only one the divide collapses
Material succumbs to pressure as diamonds

Obstacles fade, diminishing, unseen ever,
Shadows of material world,
Sew doubt, fear, feet frozen in place,
Yet expanding universe, thrust us together,

Soul completion, syntropy prevails,
Material is fleeting flesh, ghost, decaying, rusting,
Spiritual souls unite, ignite, as comets flash by,
Grasp the joy tightly, savior, laugh, love evermore,

Now ours are singularity,
O' great wonders I behold
A soul split, miracle of miracles
Explosive quasars pale to the love reborn,

Completeness, destiny, eternity  wins,
A soul split, now united, miracle of miracles
Together, together at last, evermore,
lover, our eyes invade and envelope each other,

I Love you~


By Jim Kirk-Wiggins (c) February 14, 2020

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MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

Photo Challenge and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie #301
iMAGE LAURA ZANKOUL

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This is a device often used like a muse, to inspire poets, writers and artist. This particular device is called a Picture Prompt. My Poem is called Free Style.

LOOKING IN
Morning,
Awake yes,
Alive, on the fringe,
The dream again,

The image isn’t mysterious,
I’ve been excluded,
His life isn’t inclusive,
I peer in a widow pane,

Looking for him,
My home is vacant,
As is my heart,
But sharing the house, 

As if different dimensions,
Moving past him,
He past me,
We are passing ghost,

Once vibrant love,
I longed for him,
Until we reunited,
Now it’s not so, 

You don’t miss the unseen,
The unfeeling

You can’t bury a remembrance,
A grave rejects such,
You can’t run either,
He so fills your being,

We grew simultaneously,
Each part of the other,
Can you leave your identity,
Would you,

I don’t see happiness,
In a new beginning,
 only this loneliness,
My forever companion,

So I remain,
Floating and looking in,
The widow pane,
Of a life that is no more. 

Poem, "Looking In" by James Kirk-Wiggins
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It Changed Everything

IT CHANGED EVERYTHING 

Random, primal,
perilous is life,
I a spring leaf,
falling with the breeze,

Day of Chaos-adrenalin,
slashing strife,
Intense hidden desires,
No, NO, no, I wheeze,

Impossible,
shame,
self-destruction,
I lose,

Chains,
despair,
tears abound,
run, run, run

Love and desire,
too much I choose,
Bloody skin seeping,
sat I weeping in the sun,

Desiring life,
longing for love and honor,
Was a sudden insane flash,
and the loss of one,

befell the other,
no longer,
ever,
am I my father’s son,

This foggy frozen life,
cannot I endure,
My soul in chains,
hand with knife,

a foolish endeavor,
as the devil’s lure,
Yes I a dead, zombie,
goodbye sinful life,

Copyright © Jim Wiggins | Year Posted 2017 Poetry Soup, Updated 2020

Grasping Freedom, as Grasping the Wind

GRASPING FREEDOM AS THE WIND

Do Butterflies go to and from,
Or do they just wander some,
Do they land on a flower with intent?
Or just when their wings are spent,

A small breeze can turn one around,
Lift, it off the ground,
Do they have homes, nest, or such?
or really would that be too much,

They say Butterflies are free,
But having no home, not even a tree,
Aren’t they bound, just a nomad,
Not free but driven, aren’t they sad,

Do our minds go to and from,
Or do we just meander some,
Thoughts, actions, people so many things,
Much harder to steer than delicate wings,

As a breeze turns a butterfly around,
A misplaced word makes our knees hit the ground,
Aren’t our plans like butterfly wings,
Easily tossed, turned, driven hard into things,

I don’t think butterflies worry about the night,
She sleeps wherever she may lite,
Why should we despair the present?
Nothing is sure, nothing is meant.

But free will have we,
Like a ship sailing out to sea,
To grasp, cling, to our mind,
Only sadness and suffering we find,

If you can learn to happily wander,
Not easily be scared of the thunder,
Then like a butterfly we will be,
Cause butterflies are truly free,

We learn of joy, we see their suffering plight,
Of those who bristle, struggle and fight,
If one butterfly is free,
Aren’t they all, can this you see?

JimKirk (C)

Copyright © Jim Wiggins | Year Posted 2017

Love and Lust



Thoreau so wise,
“the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.”
Materialism isn’t desperation,
It’s football, a game,
not desperation for the sane,
And never goes quiet,LOVE AND LUST


Yet; Love and Lust,
a battle, a challenge,
eye and heart sync,
Victory! Victory!
a young man’s prize,
This too shall pass,
Always,

Then, Love and Lust,
Held tightly within,
Delusions of course I say,
Desperation of desire burns,
seething quietly, slowly, desperately,
Just quit I say,

Wonderful, Love and Lust
Then she smiles,
Elation, yes this is love,
Rainbows fade too quickly,
Peaks and Valleys,
Quit, nay, I can’t,

Just maybe, Love and Lust,
Hope quickly return,
And one day she’s gone,
Quiet desperation it is!
Yes, it is quiet desperation.
then another will come,

Jim Kirk-Wiggins (c)

Two Lovers Diverge


TWO LOVERS DIVERGE Inseparable in university days, Loving botany in myriad of ways, We dreamed as one each night, Entranced, same stars in sight, Our fantasy the Appalachian trail, Science was the official tale, Yet, what circled our mind, delights in each other, sure to find, A journey of days we laughed, prepared, No fear, trepidation, nothing scared, As the beginning of the Tarot fool, All would be as a precious jewel, Our discoveries on the trail we shared, Excited, happy, so focused, what we bared, Nights we chatted stumbling over the other, Love softly spoke, blinded, going further, Many days, tiring treks, weather, and hail, Our energy sometimes did fail, Then a wave of love, again did rise, beauty shimmered in those eyes, One day, I know not when, Our interest did not blend, Trees I felt, loved, was fauna warmed her delight, Different sparks, thus we studied at night, Less and less common arose a test, Whether climbing or at rest, Of mundane we talked, of weather, of camp, Words fell down, flickered, it was an empty lamp, Her spite and anger, would flair, Emotions I couldn’t settle nor prepare, Many days, we trekked, two by two, alone, I, she I think, looked past, we saw home, Confused, begin again? Impediments others never passed, we, I, her, overcame, Yet, did sands flow down, now time depart, I sighed, in pain, alone, to start, As they say; I counted the cost, Joy, love, wonder, all to be forgotten, lost, I traveled long, was late, never love again? But, I can live in these clouds, shadows, rain, I don’t know. I wait. I wait. By James Kirk-Wiggins

What Was, Was Not

(For the next few entries I’m highlighting some of my attempts at poetry)

WHAT WAS IS NOT

What was is not,
I remember some but little,
Special surely, I know,
Yet only remains a tittle,

What was is not,
can’t define the shapeless shadow,
It’s insane, to question what is what,
How was I bound in this knot,

What was is not,
The word alone is so abstract,
What is love, where comes and goes love,
To confound, sent from heaven above?

What was is not,
Loves a label, does it exist at all,
If real, how does a label fall,
Is the rainbow real or not,

What was is not,
What, when, why, did it die,
If it was not then why, why do I cry,
One feels the loss and coldness is why,

What was is not,
I in a dream, I can’t run,
A nightmare stuck or trap I’m in,
Where are you sun, must see the sun,

What was is not,
Will another one ignite my soul,
Yes, it is too late, that time has gone,
Fading now, I can just recall that song,

What was is not,
Sex was very nice, yes it was a part,
Not all, but I can feel loss, it’s gone, I’m sure,
There is more, another one, is not a cure,

What was is not,
The now illusory passion has fell,
It can’t be found, as if fallen in the well,
I feel not, surely none remains,

What was is not,
Yes, I’m a selfish fool,
Not willing to stay, follow the rule,
Others have, they greet each day,

What was is not,
But I want, must have, what was,
I do remember, Yes, I can’t settle, not me,
Free to love, and to live, It must be,

What was is not,
No more, I empty, alone, a lonely one,
I will make time stop, and then begin,
From all shadows of past, I run,

What was is not,
Yes, I am stubborn, but Today I smile,
In faith, knowing what was can be,
I feel, I live, yes, I will see.

JIM KIRK-WIGGINS (C) 2017