Embrace

 I cannot breathe; My hand outstretched into the night.

Into the fog; I utter my plight.

I grow weak- unable to fight,

With a final breath and from this nightmare- my soul takes flight.

To the Great Queen, I go- in all her might,

My soul heavy and quite contrite.

Precious Girls

To look into your eyes is to see a love so sweet,

An everlasting torch that lights my way.

A fragrant warmth envelops me from my head to my tired feet,

I Cherish your embrace, never letting go, not even for a day.

To drink of your innocence, of course - if I may.

Two petals upon a stem, swaying in the breeze,

Longing to be with you, Oh Gods- Please!

I'm always with you my little girls, like the wind dancing in the trees.

Heartache

You plunged your cold dagger deep into my heart,

Without a word, you tore us apart.

Without a touch, without a kiss,

You turned your back - destroyed out bliss.

Your heart grew angry; unable to forgive,

No chances for me- no hopes for us to live.

to you my voice is reviled,

You stand in a circle of those who would hate.

An apology- is simply too late.

Without a thought you threw away a decade of love,

I call to the Lady, who soars high above.

All I desire is to be with you again,

A desire as sure as I'm using this pen.

The Bell Tolls

I shout to the heavens, I fall to my knees,

A darkness surrounds, Oh Gods please!

Lost in the mist,No witness to my tears,

I wither and fall,my hour draws near!

A voice calls to me,a voice so soft,

A beacon in the night,a call from aloft.

I look for my girls, they stand before me,

'Have no fear father,you'll soon be free'.'

My hands to their hands,my heart to their heart,

This suffering will soon be over,sadly we'll soon have to be apart.

Peer into their eyes,a kiss upon their cheek,

With a final breath, my body grows weak.

The bell has toll,my time is here,

My love will always be with thee,have no fear.

Take this rose,remember me,

This is her will,it just has to be.

c.2006 Mario D Furtado

Of Me

I look into your eyes, I see my soul,

A dark place of sorrow, a bottomless hole.

I touch your cheek, I dry your tear,

Stroke your hair, tell you -'no fear'.

Say I love you, through and through,

You are of me and I am of you.

Take my hand; to walk away,

To be amongst the flowers,the pale flowers of may.

Enter the dark place, leave it all behind,

Together forever - to be of one mind.

C.2006 Mario D Furtado

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time; bloody shards upon the floor,

An empty chest; a heart no more.

Pale and feeble, I clench my chest,

Unable to comprehend, I tried my best.

The cold rain puddles upon my corpse,

An empty shell, void of dreams and hopes.

From a dark end sky the thunder roars,

The rain turns crimson; as it pours.

I hear footsteps in the night,

All alone, no one to hear my plight.

The steps stop upon the sight,

My limp body lifted - taken into the night.

c.2006 Mario D Furtado

Pale Blossom

Amidst the cold marble stones stands a pale flower of may,

The biting wind grasps it- beginning to sway.

One solitary color in a world of grey,

Anchored to the barren ground, in which I lay.

c.2006 Mario D Furtado

Father's Love

Two flames in the night; the loves of my life,

Your voices - an end to my strife.

Two lilacs swaying in the breeze, an aroma so sweet, so true.

A father's everlasting love for both of you.

c.2006 Mario D Furtado

Call from the Night

Carried on the winds, threaded through the trees,

Echoing off your ears, resonating to your knees.

It rides its chariot driven by unearthly steeds,

Embracing the cold marble, fulfilling its ancient deed.

Mystery it's maiden,fear its noose,

It grabs at your throat, never letting loose.

Some say there's nothing; others 'fear not',

'It's all in your mind,' that's what we're taught.

Could it be a wolf, perhaps a tortured soul,

It slithers over the barren knoll.

c.2006 Mario D Furtado

Tears

With every tear,my heart dies a little more,

Tears of acid fallin' to the floor.

Deep inside my soul  they fester before they go,

A symptom of my pain,of a disease- I don't know.

Perhaps pain or perhaps shame,

A curse invoked when you say my name.

All I wish is to be with those who love me,

To repent, as sincere as can be.

Corrosive tears pool at the corner of my swollen eye,

I lay hear alone; fighting the urge to cry.

I sit alone and watch the retched world go by,

Life in ruins, Goddess knows I try.

c.2006 Mario D Furtado

Appointed Hour

A cold wind howls through the rusted gate,

'I must hurry, I can't be late'.

The thunder roars and the rain begins to fall,

Without hesitation, I must get there, even if I must crawl.

Cries call out to me from with in,

Wiping the tears, I see my lost kin.

Finally upon the gates, I swing them apart,

A cold mist envelops me as I meet my counterpart.

Gathering my breath, I drop to my knees,

I look to the heavens and be - 'Oh Please!"

The rusted gate swings closed,

To my fate I'm not opposed.

c.2006 Mario D Furtado

Shadows

Alone, shadows all around me,

Drawing closer I vainly try to flee.

They haunt me-figures of horrible mistakes past,

Someone calls to me; an escape at last.

They tear at my flesh,scratch at my soul,

Smother my breath,shatter my heart whole.

They drive me mad; whispering in my ear,

I crouch upon my knees; motionless with fear.

I await their final blow as they draw near,

With my final breath, from my eye there comes a tear.

c.2006 Mario D Furtado

Cries

I hear your cries, they tear at my heart,

My soul longs as we stand apart.

Your sorrow is the blade that makes my heart bleed,

To again hold your hand is what i desperately need.

c.2006 Mario D Furtado

A Road Less traveled

I walk this road, a road few travel,

Enveloped by oaks; not of dirt or gravel.

Not a soul around, my only company -the haunting of shadow,

Sounds break the infernal silence, the constant song of the crow.

The fragrance of the bluebell hangs heavy in the air,

An ominous wind threads through the trees; howling as they play.

All alone I wonder- where does this lead, where does it go,

My heart races; blood rushing through my veins; to and fro.

A rusted gate meets my weary eye,

It won’t open no matter how hard I try.

I can not see beyond the ivy shroud that obscure this gate,

‘Why am I here?’ Is it luck or could it be fate.

A melancholy song rides on the winds, my tears -upon the ground,

Vainly I hunt for the music, I look all around.

The gate swings open, a figure emerges,

I stretch out my hand; fighting these fear riddled urges.

Who is this lady, who could it be?

It is a most exquisite woman; my heart dances with glee.

She spoke, ’leave your past, come with me’,

Her seductive words- an intoxication that drew me .

I sense a sharp pain upon my neck, yet I did not flee,

To the world I was dead, I was now free.

c.2006 Mario D Furtado

Betrayal

You said you trusted me; said it was okay,

Proclaimed 'Go ahead, let us play’.

Eight years later; my wounds burn with searing pain,

The pain of betrayal, like that of Abel by Cain.

My misguided trust is now my coffin nail,

How could you,my love, have done me such a betrayal?

C.2006 Mario D Furtado

Ball & Chain

With every step I take, I drag it along with me,

The infernal reminders of my pain- how I can never be free.

Forged of cold iron, my perpetual burden- this I know,

Ball and chain that is sorrow.

c.2006 Mario D Furtado

Torturous

Pain envelops my heart, weighs heavy upon my soul,

Surges through my veins, bursting without control.

My stomach clenches my spine, tears erode my face,

Hands tremble in agony- all sanity leaves without a trace.

Nothing left of this once tranquil place.

C. 2006 Mario D Furtado

Six Feet

Scratching at the pine, gasping for air,

Confined in the dark, do I fight? Do I dare?

Dirt upon pine, weeping from above,

Final words said from those I love.

C. 2006 Mario D Furtado

Melancholy

My heart longs for you, sadness wells in my heart,

Your precious faces call to me, I can’t stand to be apart.

Desires to hold your hands, to see you smile permeate every thought,

Once again I will hold you close, cherish the gift that the Lady brought.

C.2006 Mario D Furtado

First Thoughts

The both of you are my first thought in the morning,

You are my last thought when the moon began shining.

Memories we’ve shared flash before my eyes,

I’m all alone- no one to hear my cries.

c. 2006 Mario D Furtado