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For CFJ

What's in a name, so often asked
Yet answers ne'er revealed
A gift, a badge, a piece of all
In life, a label sealed

A name bestowed upon our souls
When first we touch this plane
A title worn with pride or scorn-
It changes not the name

Yet in the heart of every man
There lies a secret place
For when we wring our wretched deeds
And lay aside the waste

And wretched deeds are done by all
No man escaped unscathed
Some men beg for mercy's kiss
Some take it to the grave

But what of when a grave is dug
By man's own hand to hold
The lifeless form of one so sworn
To be cherished as if gold?

Some men find out all too late
Graves hold not just the dead
And should they look beneath the stone
Will find themselves instead;
Will find to their surprise
The taking of a lesser life
Will be their own surmise
For no life is a lesser thing
No soul a weaker flame
And when extinguished far too soon
Upon his hands remains
The blood which, unlike the fire,
Cannot snuffed out so easily be,
And he who holds the blame
Holds naught but that-
A name.

The Darkness Between Stars

Perfection is not the absence of flaws; 

it is quite the opposite,

for it is the flaws themselves 

which encompass perfection.

Without them, what is there to 

base a label of perfect upon?

Like stars in the night sky, 

flaws allow us to see the void

we call perfection, the vast 

emptiness holds nothing if it 

does not hold the light by which 

we see the glory of the night sky.

Perfection, void of flaws, 

would have no meaning,

no existence. It is only by 

assigning flaws to things

that we are able to see 

their beauty. This exquisite 

beauty we call perfect is, 

in truth, none more than the

light which shines brightly enough 

to show us what we fear in the 

darkness between the stars.

The Words

Sometimes I’d drift

Throughout my day

Not, in any certain way,

Attempting to complete 

A prose, but words

Like fire, swiftly rose

And forced themselves 

Into my head. So 

Often as I lie in bed

Inside my mind a poem 

Will be, complete in

Its entirety- my charge, 

To merely write it down; 

A poem less written 

And more found. 

The Miracle of Love

The miracle of 
Love is 
The warmth that fills your body 
Like a wonderful secret that 
Cannot be shared in words 
But only in anticipation. 

The miracle of 
Love is 
The commitment of 
Having your heart walking about 
Apart from your body 
While your soul with his is permanently entwined. 

The miracle of 
Love is 
Seeing all that is in you 
And beautiful 
And all that is beautiful 
And not in you 
In someone else. 

The miracle of 
Love is 
What you find when you're not 
Looking, and, 
Even when you look away, 
Never leaves your sight. 

Only when you 
Love 
Are you truly alive 
For only when you love can you die 
Since we cannot lose 
Ourselves. 

Love is. 
That, itself, is the miracle.

Goodnight
Gone

She's on the floor and half-dressed

Pencil poised as thoughts come

And words roll languorously across paper

She's/I'm here writing her/my life

Pain, despair, morbid grief

Hope, happiness, love, belief

I am all these things

I am nouns

This poem a statement of your/my desire

All emotion brings

I have found

To poetry is not truth, nor the liar

And if this poem and I

Are doomed to be so intertwined

I myself cannot exist a lie

I am each word, each rhyme, each line

And in this fleeting moment

I am the nemesis of all that you despise

I am the lifeblood of these intangible ties

But I am not fiction

In this fleeting moment

I am the feeling once presumed long dead

I am the words you'd rather leave unsaid

But I am not your fiction

Suffice to say I may be my own

For when I am alone....

BE WITH ME NOW

Otherwise I may not exist

I would be missed

Even if you insist otherwise

Past experiences have shown 

Only the Past-

And nothing more

Can come

We cannot be so presumptuous as to say

What's past can dictate future days

This Present is my gift to you

But please don't wait for the

Future

To open it

For it/I shall already be gone

What's left to write? 
It's all cut and dry 
Seeing you is a fight 
But I can't say goodbye 

You came in my life with a song 
A melody I can't ignore 
I know perhaps one day you'll be gone 
There's never a way to be sure 
But this song in my heart is still playing 
As I know it to be in yours 
I don't know how long you'll be staying 
But these feelings I cannot ignore 
For so many months I've been hiding 
From the beauty the world has to share 
In you I found solace in confiding 
And when I need you, you always are there 
There are so many forces against this 
But who's to say what's right or what's wrong? 
How can I help but feel heaven has sent this 
When the feelings we share are so strong? 
The heart can know no restrictions 
If we ignore the message it sends 
I stand by my convictions 
We'll only feel pain in the end 
I don't know what brought us together 
I don't know how long it will last 
I know it may not be forever 
But if it ends up in the past 
I don't want to look back and wonder 
What could have been if we'd tried 
Just feeling remorse for the blunder 
Of feelings suppressed and denied 

I know into this world you shall travel 
In search of the truths you desire 
But the love we share won't unravel; 
Distance can't quench this fire 
You'll be in my heart all the while 
You can't be here in my sight 
I'll just look at the stars with a smile 
And remember 
It's never goodbye; it's goodnight.

Loneliness Is A Bird

Loneliness

Is like a bird.

Some say if they were to fly

They would be free

But they would only be running

On air.

Maybe birds look at us and wonder

Why it is they cannot walk

So upright

So tall and true

Like us.

Loneliness has wings

That can elevate

And sedate you

Until you are free.

So what have you gained

From freedom

An aching heart.

The wind howls across distant fields

For no one.

There is no beauty in sadness

Pain is not poetry

But an excuse to smile upon the things that tear the hearts of men

Like us.

Laughter is the only true beauty

Laughter is the song of nature

But laughter

Like everything else that starts

Must

Someday

End.

Once we laughed,

You and me

Together-

Us-

No more.

Your fire burned in me

Now there is only a

Cold

Empty

Space.

The fire is

Out

And you have

Ripped your love from me

And left me here

Crushed

Crying

Forgotton

Free.

This Fire

The chill in the air 
So much harder to bear 
There's nowhere I can hide 
The silence it screams 
So much louder it seems 
Without you by my side 
I want you to know 
We only can grow 
From the time we have to share 
I want you to see 
It's not easy for me 
To get up the courage to care 
But when you're beside me 
I know I can't hide me 
I open my heart to you 
If this fire should burn 
I can't ask in return 
But I promise my heart to be true 
Love has its surmises 
Life's full of surprises 
We must learn to seize the day 
Though there's pain to endure 
The chance taken's worth more 
Then the one let slip away 

Ashes

We all have one 
I speak not of something vulgar, 
Nor figurative 
But quite visceral 
We may deny it, 
Even to ourselves 
But truth remains 

We all have one 
The one that got away 
She's always there 
On the edge of your subconscious 
Teasing and taunting you 
Begging remembrance 
And the times come 
At random 
In the blackest night 
As you drift away 
Or when you hear that song 
Smell that perfume 
You feel it happening 
Something in you is triggered 
And there she is 
Laughing 
Smiling that secret smile 
Meant only for you 
Her eyes dance 
And you feel as if a million stars 
Could not outshine the fire in your heart 
The fire that burns deeper 
And brighter 
With each passing moment you are allowed the privilege of her grace 
The tears come 
Joy or sorrow? 
You cannot tell 
You know she is gone 
But in this moment she is 
Real 
Standing there 
Smiling just for you 

Inevitably your eyes snap open 
The sudden shock knocks you to your knees 
And you are met with a reality 
As cold and hard as the ground beneath you 
The fire is gone, 
Leaving only a memory so fragile 
One breath could send a cloud of gray dust 
Scattering in the breeze 
You try to grasp it 
But it slips through your fingers 
And is gone 

Ashes 

Ashes 

We all fall down

I Watch You Softly Sleeping
By Moonlight

Silently, I watch the river.
Time flows like these waters-
Unrelenting.
Days, hours, minutes,
Years.
It all blends into one monotonous passage.
I drift with the current
Not caring where I end up;
I hardly remember where I began.
In my heart I feel only a dull ache.
Pale moonlight casts shadows in my lonely soul
And as the sullen moon reflects her eerie glow upon the waters
So reflects a tiny world trapped in the tear that glistens as it slides down the contours of my face
Like raindrops on cold stone
As cold as the start night,
The everlasting night,
That has become my one companion.
So rich is the still silence,
Feeding the emptiness that grows within
Where only moonlight soaks the barren void....
There exists no beauty quite so magnificent as moonlight
By whose pale glow I strain to see the faint reminders of the eminent day.
But as dawn creeps closer like the footsteps of a phantom-
I dare not look behind me, I dare less look ahead-
Before the night loses her silver beam
Distant memories echo in my mind as
By moonlight
Into the darkness I too slip away

I watch you softly sleeping,
A placid contentment on your face.
I lean down,
My hair brushing your cheek,
To softly kiss the warmness of your skin
And I see a smile brush your lips
Ever so delicate
As when a butterfly lands
And then in the rapid flapping of paper wings
Is gone.

I watch you softly sleeping,
And I long to join you.
You look so peaceful, so serene,
Lost in gentle slumber,
Your chest rising and falling
With the beating of your heart,
Your breath emerging rasping
And rhythmic.
How I wish to wrap your arms around me
To protect my fair skin from
The harshness
Of deep night.

I watch you softly sleeping,
The innocence with which you are able
To lie before me,
Faint light reflecting off your
Softly glowing skin
As you lie
Sprawled on your back
Confident even in unconsciousness.

For a moment I feel intimidation
Then you stir,
Cold from the sweat that causes
Your skin to possess such radiance.
You curl up with your head in my lap;
Instinctively I brush unruly hair out of
Closed eyes.
The butterfly's flight
A little boy sleeps

Perfect

Where did you come from, my beautiful boy?
What possessed you to come and shatter the fragile foundations of my heart?
My heart had been given-
It longed for you.
I cherished the rare moments
I spent basking in your attention,
Smiling at your compliments,
Lying in your arms,
And our eyes met-
And you were gone, again.
You were my forbidden fruit,
Perfect
But not enough.
The more you fed my addiction to you
The more I longed
To possess you
With my eyes-
My hands-
My lips-
My heart.
I bid you to me-
You came willingly
Into my arms.
Lip to lip
And time stood still.
Perfect,
Those precious seconds
When you became a part of me.
Perfect-
This was not supposed to happen.
Not this-
Not now.
I offered my body-
I gave my self.
It is yours now;
I have become my own sacrifice.
Empty now,
I long to fill the void within you.
I envy your indifference;
How easy it is for you to walk away 
When this passion does not
Light a fire that singes the
Far corners of your heart.
I burn for you,
I feel it in the pit of my stomach,
And there you stand.
Perfect,
Unchanging, unfeeling
As bright and beautiful
As the loneliest star in the coldest winter sky

Today

Today is a good day
Today nothing good happens
               but the weather.
Today there is a brighter sun
               and a bluer sky
Then there has ever been
or so it seems
Today is one of those days
              (you know the days I mean)
when a glance skyward puts a smile on your lips
when basking in the beauty of the infinite blueness
              is so overwhelming
it fills your heart with joy and makes you want to sing
              aloud.
Never is there such perfection
              as in that deep blue sky
and when you walk the busy streets
and see the smiling faces of those passing
               you can smile back, for you know
               that they too understand
and under this bright sun you know for a moment
               that you understand each other
This day is for everyone, for no one can deny
               its beauty
an art form of the heavens
I wish I could put it in a bottle
               and keep it
for no two days are ever quite the same
               today is no ordinary day
               nor even ordinary for the extraordinary
These are the days which we look back upon
               after years past
and still remember the joy
               so complete
each place such as this finds its own place
               in your heart
And when the rain falls you can look back and remember
               the birth of Spring
for Spring is reborn with each day of such
               consummate perfection
throughout the year
These are the days when there is no
                yesterday
                no tomorrow
only
                today
wishing it could last forever
yet knowing with contentment that it cannot be so, for
                TODAY
is a good day

Gilded Lies

Perhaps what I always thought was
Truth in words
Was only
Eloquent deception.
Perhaps I thought
If beauty is truth
I could make falsities beautiful
And therefore true.
But beautiful
Words
Are not necessarily
Beautiful truths;
Sometimes they are only
Gilded lies

After The Rain

After the rain a heavy thickness settles o'er the street
And clouds the minds of those who venture into the outside world.
A haziness that hangs down from the cold, grey-splotched sky
Puts your mind on edge, your thoughts confused and swirled.
Surroundings, void of colour, seem a cold, ubiquitous grey
Light seems but a memory, and darkness still is looming.
Precious few are seen about, void of all emotion
Lost inside the vastness of a darkness so consuming.
Darkness soon will settle in, the sky fade a deep blue
And the feeling of surreality will fade just as fast.
Under the streetlight the wet pavement glistens from the rain
The only indication of the storm which now has passed

A Moment

What truly is eternity,

How small a stretch we get!

All we feel and touch and see

With fading bodies; yet,

This time, however brief,

We share with other souls around us,

Sometimes lost in disbelief

A kindred soul has sought and found us.

Days will come and days will go,

Waves will crash upon the shore,

Until the day the clock hands show

No further movement; nothing more.

And memory a thing of shadow,

Silent dark’ning mystery

Pulls the strings of things once lost,

Rips out the flesh of history.

And yet it must be so, one day,

There is no way around it;

Even if we wish to stay

In joy, when once we found it.

And when this mortal tour is over,

May I find the peace I seek.

Keep me close to those I love,

My heart stay full, no drop to leak.

Comfort me from heav’n above,

Soul to soul each life embraces,

Holds close wisdom once hard-earned,

Even as the mind erases

What has been; what’s to come

Creates the journey - joy and strife -

We benefit and suffer from;

The thing we call by one word; “life”

Convenience

coming out of 7-11 tonight I

walked up to my car but before my hand

reached the door handle 

I stopped and thought “that is not the bag

I left in the passenger seat” 

and “there was definitely a car seat in the back

earlier” and I didn’t feel any sort of 

panic which I thought was odd (but only after the fact)

as before my brain had time to fully process the situation

I took a step back and bumped into a car

my car 

and it was then that I became aware of what had happened

and it occurred to me that I’d truly not realized the 

car I’d been staring into was

not in fact mine 

but someone else’s black Prius

someone who parked next to my black Prius

but I don’t think our matching cars had anything 

to do with his decision to park there but the fact that

the spot was right in front of the door

it was likely a matter of convenience

at least that’s the story my brain told me

when I asked 

tonight the story is different

tonight was merely a moment but

in that moment so much

shifted in my reality and i didn’t feel

concerned

amused is more like it

I have to ask myself what made that moment comical

was it because somewhere in my subconscious 

I knew it was not my car at all or was something far simpler

yet infinitely more complex

perhaps in that moment I was full

of the absurdity we so cleverly disguise with 

various positions of power or political partisanship but

at the end of the day 

these things only have meaning in relation to their nemeses

and alone we are left with life and it’s persistent

omnipresent absurdity and maybe 

in the moment I existed completely within that absurdity

and it felt good it felt freeing it felt

unfamiliar but in an exciting way and

what could I do but laugh 

after all 

hysterical became a word for a reason

On The Dock

This day has come

This day will go

What tomorrow holds

No one can know

But here I sit and here I'll stay

To watch the sun as it fades away

To hear the waves as they lap the shore

As they've always done and will forevermore

To feel the breeze as the west winds blow

To feel the heat of the summer skies

While up with the birds - my heart - it flies

And leave me dreaming down below

And when I venture from this place

It leaves a smile on my face

For all this beauty here bestowed

That leaves a smile when I go

Three-Way Mirror

I.
sometimes, I think I know you-
I guess we're all naive like that.

sometime I think I love you
but love is just a word, and words are infinitely inadequate
to explain this
fire that burns within my raging heart.

I am lost when I look in your eyes.
I am swallowed in your glance, your touch.

what is this darkness? the emptiness is comforting to me.
my heart yearns for release-
raging rivers of interminable force, gushing forth with the strength of the gods,
burning like a star that bursts into the night and shatters the fragile stillness.
you are the fire that lights my soul
supernova-
your love scalds my tender flesh.
I am ashes in your palm.
I am dust at your feet.

what is this fire?
I let the flames consume me.
take me, I give myself to you,
I am all that I have-
and maybe less than that.

I am so tired of all this.
I don't want to do it anymore.
when does the warrior rest?
even the gods need their sleep,
eternal,
relentless.
pain is an ocean,
the waves are crashing upon the shores of my soul.
even the hardest rock, over time, will be eroded,
made smooth,
made perfect.

is that the purpose of this pain?
perhaps, like the rock, I too will be smoothed and polished,
worn down,
washed over,
dulled into defenselessness.

take me then, take my new perfection,
encase me in gold and wear me around your finger.
I must be worth a lot;
perfection, after all, is rare.

II.
city lights pass over our heads as we drive.
we have no destination,
we exist only in each other.
I will take you to my breast,
I will stroke your hair and dry your tears,
my lover
my child
my father
myself
I struggle to find the point where you end and I begin.
the line is blurred.
everything is blurred.
I realize then that I am crying.
the tears are making it hard to see.

I have to tell you something:
I'm scared.
that's right, scared. afraid. terrified.
hush, it's a secret. no one can know.
not even you,
so you'd better forget I told you.

when will you take me to the place where there are no boundaries?
where love's rays shine through the thunderclouds of pain,
and the living and the dead converse casually over a steaming cappuccino.

please, don't go.
don't make me follow.
three souls of the damned,
dancing and laughing through the scalding flames of hell.
I shiver with the irony,
and the cold.
I toss my cigarette and roll the window up.
it's chilly tonight.

I'm alive, I realize.
otherwise I wouldn't be feeling the cold.
it amuses me the surprise I feel at this realization.
after all, I know I'm not dead.

I know a lot of things.
I know you.
I love you.
I am you.

in the distance, three souls of the damned are dancing in the moonlight.

sleep now, close your tired eyes.
I cannot,
I have battles to fight.

bravely, I take my sword and turn to face the demons of your soul.

I hear your peaceful snoring there beside me.
I take my first blind swing.
it's going to be a long night

© 2025 by Alexandra Tomko

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