Tandem Seraph

"Tandem Seraph" 


My world was graham cracker cookie dry and slowly crumbling. It was the dust you find at the bottom any dry goods bag. That is until two angels, with their own sins to consider, picked me up and carried me from the decay of my own heart and self destructive mind. No matter what tomorrow brings; distance, reality or even the wrath of those very angels, I cannot and will not forget their rescue. Their silver tongues and backhands exposed me to my own flawed and selfish world. They pushed me away from the detrimental mirror that I stared into and ushered me to a door I had not opened, or even considered trying to open. They had no reason to become a part of me and yet they did. They crept from their very own partially shattered and jumbled lives with outstretched hands and pulled me from the wet cement I was allowing to engulf me. They saved me from myself. There now exists a glint in my eye that had gone dull and muted for a short while. They gave me a rebirth, or rather, a willingness to realize there is more beyond my broken yesterdays. This tandem treasure will forever remain a rooted moment in who I am to become. They gave me brushes for a canvass I only saw as blank and pointless. They gave me a desire to paint bold and bright. They gave me back to myself and for that each shall be forever chained to the future that I embrace. Their physical presence may dwindle and fade but the heart and intent of these angels will always be red bricked strong in the foundation of my tomorrow. For this I whisper thanks over and over until the echoes take hold and keep it on repeat forever.

 Robert Lloyd

Buffalo Trace

“Buffalo Trace”

He watches the world pass by

One drink at a time

With each sip the good times get better

And the bad ones disappear

A little fun creeps in through the cracks of misery

It’s hard fighting the funny moments you remember

The ones that now tear you to pieces

But with a bit of something that could start a car

You can stumble and trip your mind

The world can fog just enough to make you think all is ok

And your imagination of what could be can take control

A new pair of whiskey glasses can make the saddest clown smile

So with a sip

And another

And maybe one more

The future is so bright

Tomorrow morning you will have to wear shades

Robert Lloyd

4 April 2016

Scars

“Scars”

Everything is just fine

Is said with strong conviction

Although I fear the life created

And now attempt hide from

The moment I step behind closed doors

My “smile pretty for the camera” breaks

The shadows swallow me

And it is then I find my fingers grazing the soft scars on my mind

They are like an itch I cannot resist

I scratch the fading pain

Releasing the monsters and devils in my head

That greedily haunt my every turn

Churning my stomach

Showing me how broken I am 

And sending me begging for dark silence

When I am granted the silence I have chased

When the Television is off

When the radio no longer shares old memories

When the record player reaches its end

And rhythmically repeats the same spinning static pop

When I have ignored enough outstretched hands of friendship

I regret my request

My head is the worst place to hide

I drown the pain with everything but me

I am losing myself

But don’t want to be found right now

Robert Lloyd
4 May 2016

"Sometimes, it is not the world that hurts us the most but the demons inside. And when the world goes silent and leaves us alone, we can no longer hide. When our own minds turn against us, where can we turn? Our sanity is lost." ~ Uknown

Maybe

“Maybe”

Maybe it’s your smile

An Injection of hope the moment I see it

Naturally, I am drawn to you

Daring to feel once more

Yearning for your soft touch and sweet whispers

Maybe it’s your strength

A survivor’s courage and aura

Can this truly be happening?

Knowing you have been there too

Living on the edge

I feel as if we were made for each other

Now it’s just a matter of finding out

Robert Lloyd