Soulmate

By: Gus Victoria

Soul mates,

Once I believed.

Fate intervening

Destiny fulfilling

Soul mate

I thought I knew.

Poisoned memories

With dark tendrils

Choke like ivy

New growth.

Soul mate,

Passionate concept,

Sterile reality,

Coal without luster,

Ash in the wind.

Will Be As Will Be

By: Gus Victoria

Dreams are dangerous interlopers,

Uninvited guests to a grand feast

Celebrating a new joy found,

Buried in the past it dug itself out,

The dangerous vision of old,

There is no gamble to be made

For a heart must forever risk,

But never seek to lose,

She wears a red dress while you wear blue,

Her hair is down,

Yours is not,

She and I dance,

As I playfully resist,

You and I sit,

As a broken heart you nurse,

And in the mending,

Without permission

Become queen.

She still haunts those rough borders

Of my tortured imagination,

Yet you in each kiss

Create a new reality,

Each time love is made

Another memory is banished,

It is as it is willed,

Though I will be

As will be.

Images Experienced

By: Gus Victoria

Drunk on the future.

Running from the past.

Lost in the present.

An icy fog of uncertainty

Paralyzes passion.

A crystalline clarity

Is shattered.

Fate is mocked,

Buffeted by heavy winds,

Eroded by doubt.

Failure is courted and wed.

Truth is lost in fancy.

We turn and turn

Endlessly we circle

One step forward

For ten around,

Two steps back

For every revelation.

More doubt

With every stipulation.

Love wanders the fields

Of forged misery,

The forested wisdom of fools,

The glacial depths of loss.

Love anchors hope,

That hope may never,

In the storms of life,

Be ever lost.

Eagle on Cactus

By : Gus Victoria

Eagle on a cactus in splendor arrayed,

Harbinger of a future bright

After a past darkened in crimson shade,

Eyes dark and round

Melt an iron heart

To a flameless light

That burns ever bright

In longing beats

For an ideal lost

On the waves of fortune

In the path fate laid,

As a trap to the thinking soul

That in hubris would attempt

An escape from its dealt destiny

That in utmost clarity

Is seen and known as wrong,

The heart blazed another

Even more daring trail

That would immune be from failure,

If only equal measure of faith be given

For that is the rub,

Faith is currency rare,

And cannot be substituted for countenance faire.