A Landscape Unnamed Poem by RIC BASTASA

I cannot deny that what comes through my mouth
has always originated from my heart, and i am
getting emotional with you, which until now you
still refuse to believe, but i keep my composure
in this little polite conversation,

how many times did i sigh? countless, because
have not really told you directly about i really
mean and want,

it is the heart, i will stab it many times, and
it will bleed and i keep telling myself that i
will never be destroyed,

that i must live, so i can be true again, for i have
never once touched my mouth with the truth of my fingers,

oh how my heart grieved, how it has been restrained by
a canopy of evasions, here and there, and finally
still in this journey of not really arriving at the
truth of my destination

i am tired of the parables that i have been telling you
i know that you understand but we have the same dilemma

two headed dragons, four footed beasts, soft-hearted worms.
eight wings, nocturnal bats with four eyes, landscape unnamed.