TONI LOVRIC

TONI LOVRIC

WILL YOU SEEK FOR ME IN YOUR MIND

Do you look for me

Amongst the pages

Of the unwritten book

Will you seek

To discover

If l still feel for you

In the poems

That l write

Do you wonder

If you are still alive

Like a flaming fire

Breathing in

my unquenching desire

Do you search for me

In the darkness

of your nights

Do you remember

My voice that once

Caressed and fed

Your hungry passion

As you adorned me

With your poetic lines

Am l just another

fading memory

A fleeting moment

Of conquests

Of weakness

Of loneliness

Of gratifying

Our own pride

Or

Has my voice already

Faded into the hollowness

Of your darkest nights

Yet a spark of hope

Longs to entertain

The thought

That l might still

caress your aching heart

Do your eyes

Absorbe my images

Floating in and out

Lingering through

your troubled mind

We both knew

It could never be

Your desired fantasies

Do you search for me

In the yesterday's

Of our stolen Ecstasies

Will you reminisce

Our conversations

For l feel our connection

Is still very much

Alive

I still feel your thoughts

Caressing me

And l wonder is it

Just my make believe

Have l slipped and soaked

Into the crevices of your

Wandering hungry mind

For you it seems

have found quiet residence

in the corners of mine

Since we're now apart

I have discovered

you have silently

fallen in the secret cracks

Of my tender fractured heart

Angel Bell (c) 2016

HARLEQUIN FOOL

What a harlequin fool

To challenge the devil

Thriving on the risk

Tempting her own fate

Knowing full well

Her soul was at stake

She took the chance

To take on the date

Carelessly falling

into his deciectful trap

Foolishly landing

Straight into his lap

Throwing caution

To the wind

Knowing full well

He had become

Her Weakened sin

Tipping the way to hell

Two duels

Harlequin fool

Selfish pride

Playing to each beat

Leaving the doors

Open wide

As they turned up

Their lusticious

pent up heat

Challenged she

Stole the chance

Foolish thoughts

Just one last dance

Abused true loves trust

Pressed Upon the sword

He was pushed and thrust

No where to hide

From the cruelest kind

Crushed his pride

With a thoughtless mind

Watch the arrow

Fly with the dart

As she stupidity

Broke his heart

Feeling like a fool

he stood there watching

To her Dance as the

Court jester tart

Angel Bell (c) 2016

IF L WERE....!

If l were a kite

Would you let me fly

Soar in the breeze

Amidst the blue skies

If l were a mocking bird

Let me sing to you

Would you set me free

Or keep me in a cage

If l were a book

Would you read me

From start to finish

Absorbe every page

If l was a poem

Would you dress

And decorate your being

With my prophetic prose

If l were a garden bed

Would you prune and

tend to me that of a

Delicate fragrant rose

If l were a ship

Lost and off course

Would you calm the waters

And be my leading light

If l were rejected and forsaken

Would you be the glue

To heal my broken

lonesome heart

If l were a weak

and prideful sinner

Would you be a merciful Lord

My one and only salvation

If l were but a mere lost soul

Stumbling for the truth

Would you die on the cross for me

Give to me your eternal redemption

ANGEL BELL (C) 2016