Engraven Poem by Derrick Puente

There you are pixled and framed
Like someone of ancient fame
On my wall and on my desk
All encompassing east to west
How an imagine does define
The history that at that time
In depths of passion still unknown
For even now they ever grow
You would question, "Is this your way? "
Replied I, "Love comes what may"
But a camera knows to true
It could never capture you
Look the light betrays you here
The glory cannot ever near
The truth within your crooked smile
The weaponry of careless guile
Your simplicities were your power
Even to this very hour
Now my earnest wish and drive
To bring a photo swift alive
But like the image burned on paper
Your spirit is gone like vapor
Soft you go, whisper soft
My love don't leave I shall be lost
All these lessons do avow
That the past won't disallow
Behind and act of treachery
Wallowed in my lechery
If life cannot renew in frame
Perhaps by some great painters fame
Would it please you to live again?
To forgive all that brought the end
But inception meets the disgust in me
Like a devil heralding
Could I by some line of skill
Meet the mercy in your will
I would breathe the Breath in you
As some ancient magic brew
But this I speak to desk and wall
For they alone contain my all
Here I try to quench the thirst
Undoing my betrayals curse
But you are lost and gone to time
But never to my static mind
I have seen him at your side
Making all I said a lie
Thought I rage and give commands
How do I hallow what's damned?
Now I trifle with alchemy
Enslaving some great rarity
Of lead I will transform to gold
As the love I too often sold
In my great munificence
Resides my unpardonable offence
There you are pixeld and framed
And I alone carry the blame.