Opened Doors

By Artie Bryant

Emotions seal closed doors, but it's the heart that pries them open. Once we step inside, not only do we find ourselves, we discover our purpose.

In Opened Doors, author Artie Bryant passionately delves into love, pain and the whirlwind of emotions in between through a profound collection of poetry, in

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selfless Letters
• Release date: Nov 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9798985206517

Book preview

POETRY PRAISE…

A soul’s reincarnation

you are a mom’s protection and a dad’s validation 

your words nurture feelings

skipping down happy avenue to mad lane and down to sad street

you are a Sunday worship 7 days a week

you speak in tongues from your lungs

missing you when you disappear

when the fog is the heaviest you have a keen way to make things transparently clear

you are every skeleton in any dark closet

thought provoking views, thought provoking logic

the omni-present voice you shoulder all pains…

praised in many ways

we debate and relate to any topic

not a day passes in anyway without you and I on a paradise getaway

your words are precisely on point and symbolic of a life path

I praise you

yet hate you at times like sibling fights

but will never leave your side

    we ride like a Queen and Slim or a Bonnie and Clyde

through wee hours of the night and into quiet mornings

many times, you appear with no warnings

you speak loud and clear to my undivided attention

studying you like a bar exam and every technicality mentioned

complexity confusion like a Rubik’s cube’s dimensions

    or simple simplicity like a Tiffany bracelet

let’s face it, it is official

we are together 4 ever carved with initials

engraved in an old oak tree surrounded with a heart and let’s both sign it

Til Death do us Part

Chapter of Pain

HONEYBEE

Hovering on an aerial attack mission

    selectively lining up her prey

    a honey sucker but she never stays

starving for something new

she travels to her own tunes

the honeybee is full of madness and irresponsible behaviors

love tasers shock a soul with bolts of volts

then vanishes with mother nature

the Apis resides in its hive awaiting the next dive

awaiting the next thirsty open heart to arrive

sharpening her stinger like a #2 pencil to no end

heartless…

    she’s barbless

she will fly to her death and sting over and over

    again, and again …

THE DROP ZONE

Our love dropped like a fallen star on a pitch-black lonely night

    a weeping dove with noiseless cries

hearts are falling out of love as quick as their falling in

this despaired air totally sucks

isolation is like the last soul standing on a lost earth

was it even worth granting love this love birth?

the love is gone

    vanished in thin air like a vapes exhaled smoke

I’m staring at my cell listening for your tone

I’m itching to call; I keep picking up my phone

    multiple times in just a day

sitting at a red light easing my foot off the brake

because my thoughts keep senselessly drifting away

immersed in this lane of pain

who in the hell shuffled this deck?

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