Love or Pain

Love or Pain

It is a feeling you hope to experience but it scares you as much as it makes you fly. It lurks in the shadows of you hopes and dreams. It whispers in the silence of your heart and takes your mind on a journey through the cosmos. It starts out as a want and turns into a need as it feels like the only thing that will pull back from the edge of insanity or plummet you head first into abyss of sorrow. The gentle touch that calms the raging storm in your soul as you stare into the eyes of your future and pray you never have to blink and lose sight of her. Love is this feeling that once it has ahold of you, forever alters your meaning of life and living. She is the very essence that breathes life into your body and you need to spend every second for the rest of your life proving that she is the Queen of your eternity. Never forget to show the one you love how much they enrich your existence. Words can be said and gifts can be bought, but it is in your actions that your heart will pour itself out at her feet and carry her through life on a cloud. Cherish the gift you have been given before you understand the true meaning of pain.

Ronnie H. Lee 1/24/2015

Lost Within

Lost within

There is a road some travel, where time is just a concept, only remembered in dreams and fairytales of distant memories. The shadows of hope are long since consumed by the soul shredders and heart hackers as time is at a standstill. Where silence and solitude have become their new lover and the closest thing to a loving touch, is the knife that penetrates between the shoulders and kisses their heart. The tears that fall are more than just echoes of pain but of suffering yet to be experienced. Muddy, mangled, and malicious is this rotting, rough road of despair that engulfs any light you search for. Many would think they have found Hell but realize the cold chill that aches to their bones is vacant of the warmth that at least Hell would offer. Good cannot scale the walls that have been built and Evil is not needed, for the punishment that is dealt by one’s own mind is more sadistic than the father of fire could inflict himself. Their bodies may still be alive but inside they are corpses of ash waiting to collapse into the next gust that will carry them away. So when you see a person that struggles to wear a smile for you, while their eyes are screaming pools of pain, know that the actions you take next could be their final vision of betrayal or their first experience of hope.

Ronnie H. Lee 1/10/2015

Thoughts of the One

Thoughts of the One

You’re a beauty so true, an Angel in flight; you calm all my Demons, as you brighten my night.

A gift from the heavens, as you walk on this Earth; you give my life hope, that was lost at my birth.

You have no idea, how much you effect; how peaceful it is, that you’re imperfectly perfect.

With a twitch in your step, and the sway of your hips; the thought of you name, is at the tip of my lips.

A beauty so deep, that it can be felt; even in darkness, it makes my heart melt.

The spark in your eyes, that touches my soul; is the safest I’ve felt, in the depth of this hole.

An Angel with scars, as she’s cut off her wings; to walk on this earth, and help me through things.

She cuts my breath short, at the sight of her face; I’m held in a trance, and stuck in my place.

The butterflies flutter, to be in her presence; they glow in her beauty, and soak up her essence.

It doesn’t just rain, because she’s not outside; it’s the absence of her, is why Mother Nature cried. 

Cleaning the Earth, of dirt and debris; so when she graces our presence, she is easy to see.

A glimpse of this Angel, will brighten your day; you forget all your worries, and hold your demons at bay.

You stand in a sea, surrounded by hordes; but she’s all that stands out, and all you look towards.

You try to move on, from a beauty that beams; for a Goddess like her, is just part of your dreams.

She glides like the wind, as she caresses your heart; a beauty for the ages, like a fine work of art.

I try to focus, on something other than her; but all things around her, just turn to a blur.

What can you do, when your thoughts are just stuck; when you’re scared that your heart, has been silently struck?

Not many has touched, a soul that is so broke; that hides in the darkness, covered in a cloak.

But with her loving touch, that feels like the sun; she stirs my desire, with thoughts of the one.

With a whisper I say, so no one will hear; you bring a smile to my face, and finally a happy tear.

Ronnie H. Lee 12/29/2014

Honor Duty and Courage

Honor Duty and Courage

Tis the season, for joy and bliss; for family fun, and a mistletoe kiss.

We run and spend, and get stressed out; we think it’s tough, as we sit and pout.

But don’t forget, before the presents; remember those, that guard with their presence.

The ones that serve, deserve a pause; honor them, before Mr. Claus.

We look in awe, at the beautiful lights; while they stand their ground, all through the night.

From near and far, they protect our Nation; they’re the Hero’s, with their dedication.

We wine and dine, and have our fun; while they dig in deep, and hold their gun.

The lights and booms, that streak the sky; is what comes before, the battle cry.

No day off, or Holiday leave; for the Men and Women, with our Flag on their sleeve.

They stand up tall, and take their turn; and know the risk, that they might not return.

So remember them, and the one’s they love; Honor Duty and Courage, is what a Soldier is made of.

 

Ronnie H. Lee 12/6/2014

Doom

DOOM

 

The winter gloom, takes its toll; as a season dies, it drains your soul.

 The green is gone, and replaced with gray; I sink in sorrow, evermore each day.

 The snow is flying, to freeze the earth; the flowers sleep, with no rebirth.

 

 I feel the chill, that wraps the air; but it’s much warmer, than this despair.

 I miss the days, of season’s joy; with children’s laughter, from a simple toy.

 The year winds down, to start anew; but all I think, is will I make it through?

 Is it worth, another year like this; to sink and drowned, in this black abyss?

 I want the me, that was a happy man; that loved his life, and had a plan.

 Not this thing, that feels so glum; who waits each day, for the Reaper to come.

 So many suffer, in this silent Hell; the numbers bigger, than even I could tell.

 So when someone doesn’t, return a smile; it’s not personal, they’re just fighting the next mile.

Ronnie H. Lee 11/16/2014

One Way Door

One Way Door

Separation of will, as my body is food; hopes and desires, are at my feet pooled.

The forest was peaceful, as I sat on this stump; but ravishing Ravens, tore the flesh from this chump.

Contemplation of life, as my dreams turn to Death; from a black sea of sorrow, that steals my breath.

Cocooned in the dark, I search for the light; trapped by the ghouls, that hold me at night.

With memories of love, that torture my heart; from blood that flows freely, as I’m torn apart.

I try to hold pain, in the depth of my soul; as thoughts of my life, show me its toll.

 The Reaper is here, to show me the route; just sign on the line, and he’ll remove my doubt.

The ground is all soggy, from the tears I’ve lost; from the hearts I held dear, I was tossed.

So here I sit, in the dead of night; pouring out words, that I’ve lost the fight.

In the frosty air, I hear the beast; Deaths chains are rattling, as he accepts his feast.

I thought the pain would be worse, as it tore to my core; but this maze of my Hell, finally has a door.

 

Ronnie H. Lee 11/4/2014

The Reapers Final Victory

The Reapers Final Victory

The blowing wind, chills me to the bone; has the weather changed, or is it from feeling so alone?

The days drag on, and the night’s longer still; how easy it would be, to watch my red blood spill.

Miles of vision, in every direction I see; searching for the one, that will come and complete me.

Shadows of death, across a moonlit sky; from the depth of my heart, I whimper and cry.

I dig and I claw, through the dirt of the crypt; completing a home, for my soul to be shipped.

Maybe my body, will be absorbed by the earth; I’ll nourish the forest, and be of some worth.

No sympathy hugs, nor pity I seek; for I’m just used up, and tired and weak.

I’ve tried all my life, to do the right thing; but lost what I’ve loved, because them I couldn’t bring.

I gathered my things, and drifted away; they didn’t even care, for my heart they did play.

So years have gone by, and alone I still sit; counting the days, before I finally quit.

The rustling of leaves, as the summer dies; makes me question my choice, since this is my prize.

The seasons can pass, and be reborn; but that’s not a choice, when you heart has been torn.

I’ve searched for a way, to heal my soul; but I think I’m too deep, in the pit of this hole.

I’m just a message in print, or a voice on the phone; no hand to be held, or love to be shown.

How long can I live, when I’m not complete; I wish I were just words, and I could hit delete.

I’m worn out and weary, with this life I’ve been cursed; for I live in this darkness, and have seen the worst.

No answers to find, with no questions left; if you have any compassion, make my life your theft.

Don’t drag out this pain, to give you a show; it’s all just a rerun, with an ending we know.

Throw in a twist, that will give them a shock; just show me the cliff, and I’ll go for a walk.

Free as a bird, so I can finally rest; no beat of a heart, in the depth of this chest.

A smile emerges, as the reaper appears; for he can’t hurt me no longer, after all of these years.

With a grin of his own, he groans out this sound; the love that you seek, tomorrow you would have found.

Ronnie H. Lee 10/31/2014