O' Salty tear, a mere clear drop that you are
You've emerged for a million different reasons
many of which only the shedder knows
for you've emerged in all seasons.
The season of sadness or reason of joy
the tears of grief and the tears of joy
You and your unalloyed saline taste
thou art' but an emotional waste.
O'Salty tear each time you drop into oblivion
why not vanish away with your shedder's grief?
I tell you O' tear if you're to take my opinion
oughtn't you grant your shedder full relief?
Ah but thou art' a ceaseless ocean in reserve and store
No one can be sure, he'll cry no more
When you trickle down those sad upturned lips
we know destiny perhaps made those painful slips!
You are the raindrops of a grief-clouded heart
You do emerge when two lovers have to part
Help your shedder turn over a new leaf
so you're associated less with grief.
I've watched many a jilted lover
weep all alone by the sea-side most sorrowfully
and watched tears glide down noses or pince-nez
as their salty tears merged into the salty sea.
O' Salty tear but it's time you learnt to wash away
all and any poignancy from your shedder's heart
and be such a buddy who never wishes to meet again
the tearful shedder from whom you depart!
You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
I'm walking out into the gorgeous summer day
and I feel nothing at all;
not the warmth of the sun,
the melodies of songbirds,
nor the cars driving by my street
who haven't the slightest clue of what just transpired
a mere twenty minutes ago.
Yeah, since the news came to me
not one lighthearted thought comes to mind.
I'm in the back of the store, doing dishes to pass the time
and I can't help but wander if anyone notices
the blooming roses on my cheeks.
They'd probably say something encouraging like
"Way to attack those dishes!".
Believe me it's not for efficiency's sake,
I'm MAD, and it just so happens to bring emphasis
to the saying "Use a little elbow grease".
Anymore and I might just a punch a hole through the plastic...
Yeah, since the news came to me
things became way too real.
I no longer felt like radiation that refuses to leave the atmosphere.
No I felt much more akin to a ticking time bomb
in the middle of the Sahara desert.
I could die at anytime
and it wouldn't matter what I was doing:
Sitting on the sofa, devouring a bag of Lays
and then passing out on salt overdose,
Or walking my dog because the weather was nice,
and then crossing paths with a baseball sized meteorite.
I try to stick to the bright side of things,
but the fact remains you died too soon, Tom.
I wonder what flashed through you head
just seconds before driving over that IED.
In a selfish way I'd like to think you thought of me
in those final moments, but I know that's silly.
If I was a piece in your day-to-day life
you would need a microscope
to even notice I was there at all.
As I sit here writing this
I recall the time we watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre,
on Halloween night in the old Stonehouse.
We thought that was gory then,
but it's most likely child's play to the stuff
you must have seen in the last three years.
The saddest thing of all for me
is something irrefutably petty,
but it comes to mind nonetheless.
You paid for my movie ticket
when we went and saw The Dark Knight.
I remember how sure and confident I was when I beamed
"I'll pay you back for this. Next time I see you!".
Well that ship has long since sailed.
Perhaps someday we'll meet again, mate,
but for now it's just a waiting game.
And today that feels like the game where nobody wins
it's just something we play...
NOTE: Two days ago I found out a good friend of mine died in Afghanistan. He was a soldier, and barely four years older than me...
Ode to Joy Life Brings.
By: Kitty Jones
The pain the sorrow
I’ll get over tomorrow
Oh what joy life brings.
In my life there is no sorrow.
I try to be insensitive
To all you’re wants and needs
And when you have an open wound
I try to make you bleed.
What is hope?
What is laughter?
What is happily ever after
The pain the sorrow
I’ll get over tomorrow
Oh what joy life brings.
Alas! We meet again!
We held fist against each other back then,
But once more now I see you,
And I am more than ready too.
Conceding to you my life,
For this conflict cannot be ceased by strife,
You are with the Divine,
And I thank you for the gift of extended Time.
Alas! My friend depart with me,
Guide me and give me the chance to be free,
Free from the clutches of life and its reality,
Grant me the feeling of eternal glee.
To my friends I say to you all,
Do not see my death as my own downfall,
For I am happy with my old friend who visits me now and then,
Let him do as he pleases for this is the fate of all men.
The deeper I go
The deeper I sink
Weightless but heavy
My heart starts to speak
Tangled in you
My mind is a mess
It's torn and exposed
Like open flesh.
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu.
Dedicated to Leonora
A unique and lovely
damsel from the heavens.
Love you so much.
From hell shrivelled hands and voices in the chilly night make appearance
Hand and voices of evil ugly gory demons
Evil that torments the soul day and night
This is the story of Arusha
Arusha the woman possessed by legion
Legion of demons
Demons of promiscuity and self destruct
Powerful destruct that engages the soul
Her soul is in the grip of the power of darkness
Darkness a sanctum of hell
Oh Arusha how hell has swallowed your soul
Arusha’s soul has become a battle ground
I feel pity for Arusha as she often lets out demonic shrills
Shrills that sends chills down my spine
Remember the evil hands and voices of torment
Its torment called insanity
Insanity without cure
Arusha now is now a companion of cocaine
Cocaine I am sure you know it
Its Satan’s concoction of dementia
Concoction that destroys the soul men
Men become slaves to the voices and hands of hell
As they seek the thrill of gothic
A potently evil thrill that kills the soul
Sending the soul to eternal damnation
The story of Arusha ended in suicide
Suicide is a deceptive medicine for tormented souls
I wept for Arusha
Senseless weeping: it was too late
I was mortified when I discovered her lifeless body
A body once full of life
A soul so beautiful
Her soul is now eternally damned
In peace may you rest Arusha
Ode To , We Dead
We dead, no longer cry, moan or weep,
lying in covered hole dark and deep
We dead, dine it darkened solitudes,
devoid of loves, hates and attitudes
We dead, chase no longer mortal dream,
no longer lie, steal, cheat or scheme
We dead, favor no great lusting beauty,
having no appetite for sex or duty
We dead, grant no great requested favor,
gift the rose or smell the flavor
We dead, will not speak words of praise,
never unless our souls are blessed to raise
We dead, spirit silenced in passing time,
cast down with no living tree to climb
We dead, sleep ever in coldly silent repose,
banished from life , rot and decompose
We dead , hear no sweet words of mortal loves
no music , no singing of loving turtle doves
We dead, find no pleasure in our dark rest,
no lust, love or joy in giving our very best
We dead, shout no songs of beautiful glory,
long past lived , awaiting another story
We dead, laid in for sleep and resting days,
no longer actors in everyday mortal plays...
We dead, send no warm comfort to our friends,
cold is this dark, damp ground we lay in
We dead, no longer birth life loving dreams,
drink from cold, running mountain streams
We dead , no longer sing of praise and glory,
resting here awaiting another spiritual story
We dead, can not act to erase our many mistakes,
cold regret deepens pain in these darkened lakes
Robert L. 05-23-2014
Dark thoughts haunt my dreams this week. Soothing to write here and thus speak.
Artistic write of life when void of grace. Consider not just the start of but also the end of the race!
I do not know?
I cannot say forget me
For that will never fly
like birds without wings
Take my soul from your eyes
I cannot say forgive me
For I am not sure of my sin
I take your fair heart with a fare start and balance it on the wind.
the breath that is left
inside my heaving chest
is meant for the exultation of you.
And all that i am in spirit, on land
is spent in the loving of you.
For love as it is, as rare and as cleansed
is not a forlorn sensation.
I cannot say this is the only way,
but the direction I've paved is without the pace I know.
And the love that exists refuses to relent, like the falling snow.
Christmas is what it should be!
Not for a drunk and all for glee...
The time he spends on dreaming things...
He has no wings!
A drink, a smoke, and so it goes...
A life unending, as he throws...it all away...
And then he dreams that, someday,
he'll be different!
Is someone out there... he can hold?
Unto oneself, but there's no mold...
A life he lives to suffer still...
and so he lives to dream until...
He dreams about another past...
escapes the drama, he makes it last...
just for another day...if only he could play...
A part that no-one understands...
for just to fit, so he can band...
together still, without a care...
There's no-one there!
No-one there except a drunk...
that's just like him,
so he can bunk...
until he's had his fill...
Such delusion, he believes...
that he can balance to receive...
A pardon from the Master's hand...
a never ending journey and...
A life he should be living still...
but for a dream that he would kill...
just to belong within the race...
He has no place...
He doesn't fit!
For just a drink to end the pain...
Let's have one more, so he will gain...
A reprieve from about his past...
That it may last...just for another
Sorrow, why must thou plague me
Filling every crevice of mine
Pouring thyself in like water
O' Sorrow, you will destroy me
As thou drains what of me still shines
And my happiness thou slaughters
O' Sorrow, feel free to leave now
Thou has weighed this soul down enough
Draining me of all that is light
O' Sorrow, i will release thou
Your companionship proved too tough
And I don't have the strength to fight
O' Sorrow, you have won the war
I have given up my heart
I no longer want what thou left
Sorrow, I don't want anymore
When will you finally depart
and complete this ongoing theft?