where my heart used to be ~

Tatter'd thoughts, 

of fragmented 

jam'd memories

never 

clearly concise 

unfurl'd and fray'd

torn to shreds,

   disillusion'd fantasy 

   where my heart 

          used to be,

getting lost in

  daydreams

           of delusions

woven in intricate

 webs

                    ~  of  deceit

 seeking reverence's refuge

         in truth's vengeance, 

stirring relentlessly within

     shocking realities,

seemingly

 logic has no place

              in this sphere 

 fiercely dull in dismal 

          light of day 

attempt to decipher

     the elusive code by night 

     allusions and darkness  

               invade the senses  

'filled with sadness and confusion'

   in these chasms of 

    self made twisted evasions

  whilst uninvited 

               prevailing memories, 

'unhappy endings'

                     cut deep from within 

one simple thought 

keeps the beast at bay

'find some peace of mind'

a singular fixation of

wanting to soar yet again, 

perhaps, one more time

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jack...]

Sadly there is so much truth running through your words today Dear Frieda. Past experineces...there is nothing we can do about them...well usually. But to have the ability to put those behind us and move forward, not holding them against another...giving it one more try oftens pays off nicely.

You enchant me always with your words. I love the messages you portray and deciphering them even more. Amazing my sweet friend...simply amazing.

[Frieda P]

I think many of us are afflicted with this dilemma, heartache is a tough one to overcome, thanks always for your poetic reviews Jack, always appreciate your thoughts.

[redflutterby]

Sounds like the lingering affects of adultery...that kind of betrayal always stays with you. All we want afterwards is to find some peace of mind.. painful words here hun. Written with your unique style. Fantastic write as always...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we keep picking our hearts up off the mat...and going right back there again...
knowing it is futile, but feeling like we must give love one more chance...

and sooner or later that hole just gets so much bigger, where our heart used to be.

good stuff, Frieda...as always...you have such a way with words, and contractions...

not the pregnant kind...although they do bring pregnant pauses to the words...

[Frieda P]

Sigh, sadly so yes jacob, thanks so much for your kind words.

[Cryingkate]

So this is where a friend comes over and says: Freida can we sit on the porch a spell I need to talk to ya.

Freida says:"Well I can give ya a minute or two.
Geez ,Connie I'm real busy. It's already 4pm and I only wrote 51 poems .
I still have 78 more to go before bedtime.
It will only take me a minute said Connie
So they sat in the swing on the porch and Connie said:

Freida, let me tell ya something someone told me.
I know today's a reflective sad day and I just gotta cheer you up anyway I can.
So here goes:

Two Southern belles, one of whom was from Texas, were seated on the porch swing of a large white-pillared mansion talking. The first woman, who was not from Texas, said, "When my first child was born, my husband had this beautiful mansion built for me."
"That's nice," commented the lady from Texas.
"When my second child was born," the first woman continued, "he bought me that fine Cadillac automobile you see parked in the drive."
Again, the lady from Texas commented, "That's nice."
"Then, when my third child was born," boasted the first woman, "he bought me this very exquisite diamond and emerald bracelet."
Once more, the lady from Texas commented, "That's nice."
"What did your husband buy for you when you had your first child?" asked the first woman.
"My husband sent me to charm school," answered the lady from Texas.
"Charm school!" exclaimed the first woman. "Land sakes, child, what on earth for?"
"So that instead of saying 'who gives a s**t', I learned to say 'That's nice!'" replied the lady from Texas.

So Connie says, so Freida what do you think? Feel better now?
Frieda looks at Connie with a big warm grin and says:
That's Nice !

[Frieda P]

HAHA OMG I love you to pieces Connie...I'm hysterical here, thanks so much, I needed that, had a rough day. That's nice ! ;-) ..............still larfin'

[Cryingkate]

That's Nice :-)

[Frieda P]

Haha don't start with me again, my face just calm'd down. ;-P

[Cryingkate]

Rite :-) ....................

[Frieda P]

Cheers hon, enjoy your weekend!

[Cryingkate]

Thank you so much.. Who ever Dreamed that Love Divine could be found with me in my recliner and him and faithful dog on the couch. Reading your poetry and reviews, would amount to a blissful life of Love? Imagine that ? Life's Splendid things are found in the simplest of things.

[Frieda P]

I concur, too bad I'm sitting here by my lonesome with a vodka, simple yep ;-)

[Cryingkate]

Hmm since your in my living room, I'll join ya with some melatonin :-) Hey Girlfriend... we can share some cold ponds night cream too.. I have extra toe socks, and extra depends.. Oh yeah wants some of my ground steak? Gary ground some extra with his teeth for me, I'll share that too!
Life is good hugh? say pass me that ben gay when your done!

[Cryingkate]

Oops! forget it I fell asleep again... Night :-)

[Frieda P]

OMG Ponds, a blast from the past, they still make that stuff? Night, and please no ben gay that stinks....not very sexy Connie.... ;-)

[s y e]

// ~ of deceit
seeking reverence's refuge
in truth's vengeance, //

Your words speak so much truth, I just don't even know what to say to be honest. I feel like I've been slapped with the truth.

[Frieda P]

Oopsie, didn't mean to slap you noodlebumble, thanks so much sweetie. x

[Simran Kewlani]

Amazing, it has a really deep meaning. Everybody wants their own fantasies to take birth. But, god is not that grateful that he gives people all what they wanted. If it were so, people would be living in houses made of gold and diamond. (:

[Frieda P]

Jazz'd you enjoyed Simran, if god were a woman we would be, with lotz of shoes too. ;-)

[Simran Kewlani]

haha! Yes. So true.

[Frieda P]

Louboutin & Jimmy Choo heaven ;-) ha

[Simran Kewlani]

Yeah. xD.....

[Cassie]

I knew this was good, The heading itself speaks for the whole poem, thank you for not keeping me waiting long. The poem is some how sad, that happens to us but you have ended it with an encouraging note. I love everything that you write, that reminds me, tomorrow is frieday, looking forward to your frieday poems.....This is good stuff. am gon have to shelve it

[Frieda P]

Ha you're a pushy one girlfriend, I thought it rather long was trying to edit, but with my big mouth, that's never easy...jazz'd you enjoyed! Oh my, frieday already, I better get crankin'...Grazie mille Cassie.

[Cassie]

hahaha...yah am pushy, do not write a poem about me being pushy, the last conversation we had, you and jack wrote about wining...lol. see you my dear, will get back in like two or three hours.