Cryptic Poems

Very abstract and pretentious

1. Leaking red leading, moving down in two.
One quiet hopeless denial, one frantic instinct.
There is nothing worthy of tears in a voice which speaks not in resignation but in peace.
A last look, a new look before returning home for the last time.
Only one worth living pushed away and thrown down.
If it is possible, I would like to throw it back up
I would move up arms and reverse the black
Allow life to leak in

2.Today is like no other in the sense that it is the only one which presents itself.
Yesterday appeared briefly and now remains in an unreliable box.
Days remain unredeemed. Only some need salvation.
Sun dances around nourishment cement an image in two minds.
Only one can be probed. The other is too well protected.
I turn to face a perfect smile from a hidden countenance.
Alone in my house she absorbs music. Puzzled eschatological musings.