Homeless Soul

The lonesome anguish beckons Love lost aches and torments so Ferrell demons of the black night Seem as to never let him go

 

A man knows not his purpose

until left along life's road alone

Letting go things of his former life

caring not what he may own

 

As then he finds solace to cry

when he sees that he is so real

Living through dark rains night

he then knows that he can feel

 

In that one divining moment

his purpose becomes so clear

Caring no more for adventure

he now knows the taste of fear

 

The lonesome anguish beckons

love lost aches and torments so

Feral demons of the black night

seem as to never let him go

 

The love that once beheld him

has him thinking he's insane

The mirror shows no mercy

to the face held in it's pane

 

The man you passed by the road

who looked as to never sleep

May be he that touched love's heart

with a soul both wide and deep

 

Tate

Author's Note

Having been divorced I can tell you it is not unusual for a man who loves with his heart to inherit the winds of perdition.

Reviews

[Titus McGuire]

A very deep piece; very open and honest. There are many shades to the love dream and most people seem to focus on the beautiful beginnings or the bitter end, but not so much the aftermath. Seldom do we delve into what we carry with us when the love is over, reflecting on the person we once were as opposed to the person we are now. How often do we stop to think about how love, or being in love, has changed us? How often do we consider that after love is lost we have something gained, even if it is only an understanding of who we are? This work really gives one something to think about, and I feel, as with most good poems, it is open to different interpretations pending upon each person's personal experiences with love and love lost. Extremely well written.

[Frantzuu]

powerful write, great picture, and the music made it even better.

[A.Lee]

This is good. I love the tone your poems carry. They all have heavy feeling behind them. Well written and so true.

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem tells a true story. I talk to the so-call bums in Monterey often. They were men and woman who had bad luck or decided life wasn't what they desired. I like the poem. We should think before we speak. We don't know the real stories of another life. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Tommy]

This is another fine piece, I love the message, and your ability to express in a poetess form is uncanny.

Thanks for sharing.
RLG,
Tommy

[Charles]

The message is clear, the meter good the rhyming strong (though a bit forced in the last line - so obvious that wide and deep are here mostly to create rhyme). There are a number of spelling.grammatical things here: rain's in 2nd stanza, Feral not Ferrell in the 4th stanza, beside not aside in 6th stanza. The third stanza is clearly the best of the lot and feral demons is a great image. These two things make the poem a must read.

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

this is very touching and digs into the mind of the lonely and forgotten ones and yes maybe homeless as well. any loss in your life can make one feel these emotions. thanks for this I enjoyed reading this

[Scarlet Pulse]

Wow Tate, another amazing poem from you. You form is outstanding. It is sooo difficult to come up with a certain syllable count and have a poem sound and mean something so much. Amazing piece. Very impressive. Loved it!!!

[Jenny Nelson]

Very touching. Can tell it's heartfelf. A beautiful piece.