Stuck in a world, she can't find her place
Feeling like noone cares,
looking for away out of this evil crule place she calls home
her mother pretends like nothing is happening
she pretty much raises her 7 year old brother and her 9 and 10 year old sisters
she thinks that she isn't brave anymore
that all happyness is gone
she tries, so hard, she ends up with a fork in the road
noone sees it coming
she can't leave her brother and her sisters behind,
they are the only things keeping her alive,
her father is crule, sick, twisted, so many ways to discribe him
she's afraid that if she tells, she'll be taken away from her siblings
she's tries to hide behind her walls, she paints up her walls
she tries and tries and yet...
She's still stuck in a world where she can't find her place
There's little left now, Lawson, mate, of your home by the hill,
Except, a guarding sentinel, the chimney stands there still;
To some it's just another site, for tourists passing through,
Perhaps they've never read your works - how sad, but maybe true.
Eurunderee and childhood days, please tell me if I'm wrong,
Instilled in you mixed memories and feelings, oh so strong.
Yes, monumental moments mate; the hardship and the joy.
They brought to mind old childhood days when I was just a boy.
Is that your Dad with shouldered axe and wand'ring off somewhere?
His cross-cut saw with him as well. I'm sure it's him, I swear.
The dark haired lady on the log and scribbling on a pad;
Your Mum I guess at work on verse; she taught you well my lad.
Old grandpa Albury's visiting and dons his greasy hat.
I know it's him, no other soul could ever shout like that.
The muck on brother Charlie's face. It's not Jim Nowlett's brew?
He surely can't believe that tale, 'cause none of it is true.
I see young brother Peter mate is tending cows again.
You mentioned how they liked to stray. You're right, they are a pain.
Is that a horseman riding up and pack horse by his side?
It can't be old Dave Regan. No! They told me he had died.
If Billy Grimshaw's teams passed now, his bales of wool so high,
He couldn't swear from being bogged; the bitumen runs by.
The gold has long but disappeared, though grape vines grow here still;
Red wine is known around the world; I know, I've had my fill.
I can't stay any longer mate I've got a way to go;
To join up with my poet friends, up Queensland way you know.
I'm glad though that I stopped a while to reminisce with you,
Like Banjo mate, deep down within, I saw you as true blue.
They come in all shapes
These folks we call friends
Opinions they share
And souls each one bares.
But no friend comes close
To that of a brother
Great strength from within
Tender hearts that don’t smother.
It’s often been said
To have many friends
One first is a friend
With whom one breaks bread.
When one needs to glean
The support of another
Seek out far and wide
The comfort of a brother!
I remember the very first time I saw you,
You wiped the sweat off your forehead,
I remember what all I use to say to you,
Followed my heart, I love you,
Maybe I needed to guard what I say,
Or express it in another way,
I hope I did you no harm,
Or is that what you call destiny,
Please know in your heart,
Eventhough how things played out,
My life and all its' worth,
Worth calling existing - living,
And without ever crossing paths,
My life would have been blah,
Words can not express how I feel about you,
Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend,
You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you,
The very reason I make it through another day,
Our love we will celebrate far and away,
But in my heart, you are right here with me today,
I love you friend,
You make this world and all it contains worth living,
My heart smiles when it thinks of you,
I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth,
So much I want to say,
I don't want to complicate things,
I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree,
I know you love me,
You don't have to say it like I so often do,
I knew day one,
When I became good friends to you!
I love you, boo!
Best of luck,
Live like you were dying!
Today I am crying
I am crying that my brothers are fighting
The fighting started from historical claim
The claim that never any sides to give in
Today my tears fell to my bosom
I am anxious to what happen
Why never the peace is reign?
Why war shall be the end?
Why the people love to kill?
Why there is no way to end without blood spill?
I am not superman to stop the falling tears
I wanted to embrace my brothers to say please stop!
Please stop the war that spills blood.
I wanted to cry out loud but my sober is louder
Please end the war
Stop and give ending
There would be no winner fighting between brothers
The only winner in war is “loser” for fighting with brothers
There must be other ways - to the end the bloodshed!
Please stop it, stop the war!!!
Stop the war!
Stop the fighting!
Stoppppppppppppppppppp the War!!!!!
Where are you UNNNNNNNNN?
Sunday, 3rd March 2013
A poem for the current skirmish in Lahad Datu and Semporna
Sabah, Malaysia. Let us all pray for PEACE!
Please allow me to introduce,
Without any pardon or excuse,
A man who needs no introduction,
To those he’s given instruction,
A man who has always helped me,
To understand extreme fallacy,
Through guidance and edification,
He spreads his extreme education,
Now he never reserves his lessons,
And always leaves his impressions,
Upon those he teaches his schtick,
For he is our scholastic mechanic,
Always he tinkers under the hood,
To find the best of what is good,
And now without further adieu,
I am proud to present to you,
A man who’s mind always races,
And affords us other head cases,
A view most definitely skewed,
By great wisdom and high I.Q.,
A man whom I proudly call my brother,
Who’s humble wit makes him tougher,
Than my boastful wages however manic,
…Our G-Man the scholastic mechanic!
The flowers I used to send you
will have died so long ago
and the love letters
that I wrote from my heart
that allowed our love to grow.
All the magical times we shared
and how much we showed we cared
Will mean nothing now
But they still mean so much to me.
Every girl I've met since
in some way reminded me of you
and just as things seemed to go ok
I'd suddenly get blue
You were such a big part of me
and once I was such a big part of you.
I just wonder of ever think of me
once in a long while and remember
the memories I so cherish
and it makes you smile.
I guess what I'm trynig to say
is that I still love you
as crazy as it seems your still the lady
of my dreams
and if you ever needed me
they'll always be an open door
I know you may never here my song
but I just had to express the emotions
inside me that feel so strong.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.
Some of us get it, some of us don't.
Many of us start the work some of us won't.
Different rooms with unfamiliar faces
Similar stories from a myriad of places.
"Keep it simple, take it easy". That's what I hear.
Truly a blessing not to cower in fear.
Trying to be silent, absorb what is said
To leave the group hopeful, not filled with dread.
Thoughts of my brother now four years dead.
Still feeling pain over angry words said.
Knowing with his God he is at peace.
Asking of my God for some sense of release.
Struggled along the way to six months earned.
Know how to stir up hornets nests, that I've learned.
Hearing the wisdom of all the aged codgers,
Grumpy old men thinking they're Mr. Rogers.
Making amends to those I had harmed,
Most understood, while others not charmed.
My path is clear, of that I'm certain.
Others decide to raise their own curtain.
Failure of others is painful to see.
Not watching my ass, that could be me.
The beast is a menace, indifferent to all.
Some of us rise, too many of us fall.
This is beautiful world
A den we live in good
And this is my heart
A chamber I put you at
I never surrender await for you
The dawn and the dusk came and go
Now I found you I won’t let you go
The day you left silent me in sorrow
The world is not crazy
Those lonely days were laid for me
I crossed the high bridge of grief
I longed the days we simply missed
You let me feel no alone
Your presence is my own
You never let the sun down
You are the moon I head on
If you need the eyes to cry
I’ll lend you my tears to try
If you want me to fly
Let me adore you by
I love you everyday
Never any word to play
A replacement to this someday
I love you until grey.
Don’t ever let it go again
Don’t try to leave me then
Don’t forget you are my given
Don’t let this love suffering...
9 December 2011- 11AM
A Better Life
I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,
Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,
What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,
Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,
She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,
They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,
Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,
Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,
There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,
I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win,
And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,
So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,
I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,
To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.
(My apologies! This poem is wrtten in Filipino....for my brother Edwin...i hope to translate it one day)
Noong tayoy mga bata pa...
Wala akong maalala....
Na sa akin ay nakipaglaro ka....
Pwera lang sa pagkakataong nag iisa....
Noon ay katabi kita....
Isang maliit na plastic aking nakita....
Na isinuot ko sa aking ulo hanggang mukha....
Naalala kong hindi ako makahinga....
Tulungan mo 'ko!!! Akoy nagmakaawa....
Dala na rin ng iyong pagkabata....
Ako ay iyong binalewala....
Salamat sa ating kasambahay....
Ako'y nabigyan pa ng ikalawang buhay....
Habang tayoy nagkakaedad....
Naalala kong tayo'y laging nagbababag....
Kahit mas malaki ka sa akin....
Pinapatulan kita tuwing ako ay iyong hahamunin....
Noong nag eeskwela na tayo....
Hindi ko maalalang kami'y iyong kasalo....
Sa ano mang tagumpay na iyong natamo....
Pero ni minsan hndi kami nagtampo....
Kahit na obvious naman na ikaw ang paborito
Pero aming kapatid....
Nais naming malaman mo....
Mula noon hanggang sa panahong ito.....
Akala mo lang wala pero meron meron meron....
Aming pagmamahal ay totoo....
Na Para lamang sa iyo....
Hindi man kami magsalita....
Ramdam namin kung ikaw ay masaya....
Ganun din kung ika'y may dinadala....
Sa lahat ng pagkakataon sana....
Iyong maisip na may apat na maria....
Sa iyo ay nagpapahalaga!
Ngayong singkwenta ka na....
Nawa'y nakikita mo na....
Na napakaganda ng iyong naging buhay....
Na ondoy at habagat ka man....
Nakatayo ka pa din at di bumibigay....
Panahon na para kami naman ang iyong pansinin
Ang iyong mga kapatid na pagkakaganda
O sige na nga kasama ang ating ina
Tutal nasa singapore ka!
Nampucha naman magpasalubong ka!
Sensya na hindi ko na alam
Paano tapusin ang alay na tula
Aking ilong ay nagdurugo na
Katinko ko ay simot na
Pakatandaan mo lang....
Mahal ka namin aming kuya!
I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend, William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex
To me it has always been the soul , the person inside
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing
William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "
Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows .
I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support .
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort
For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man
I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume .
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "
We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up !
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.
Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time .
Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved .
Now this story is long so go to "William part 2 "be patient , be brave .
Crystallize your world today
Ride the river the color gray
Young and old all at one time
Setting no place to draw the line
Have the time of your life today
Again and again learn how to pay
Learn how to read the lines in your hand
Make the gray river silver land
Every step gets you closer to Hell
Temples fall, losing all you once held
Had you thought of such a lonely trip?
Mess with the devil, he his back
Pray and pray for your god to come back
How can things change if you won't?
Every part of your life is like a cruel joke
Testing the waters, you fell in
Asking got help as more troubles begin
Massive waves slap you and hold you down
In a moment it feels you might down
Next thing you know you have been saved
Eternally God helps, you're eternally depraved
Telling yourself everything is alright
When will you learn that this is not life?
Embers burn into the blackest of souls
Another sold to the devil, so cold
Killed the whole idea of you
Can’t remember the match, just the magic of the fire
We were both oddly lured - a forbidden desire
Eyes glued to the flame.
Was it fire we blamed?
Or that childhood game?
So miraculously sacred with fear mixed inside
I was age seven, Joey was five.
Strike one, blow it out. Strike two and strike three..
The flame was in charge of him and of me.
We heard someone coming
The fourth match was lit
Joey afraid, he grabbed onto my wrist
“Hide it in here!” and he covered the flame
With the top of his ‘jammies’
And the terror began.
So much more to this story
All the lives it touched sorely.
A Karmic Event, throwing life one more blow
The strike of a match so long, long ago
The ripple of waves it left in it’s tow
There are people in heaven
Who really do know
Every blessing that match caused
With it’s powerful glow.
For me it’s still baggage
And I miss Joey so....
They are recruited
trained to kill
Aware that is to
They were killed and
on the island named
That event inscribed
as Jabidah Massacre
then reported on 18
their lives to avoid
on attacking Sabah
on the order of the
shall not be a
Driving through this neighborhood
Of boarded houses, nothing good
A scary feeling wraps me tight
I shouldn't be here late at night
My brother called, I had to go
Beyond my help, 'I know, I know.'
Yet still I need to recognize
It could be me behind those eyes
Of lost forgotten souls that thrive
In poverty with hopeless lives
The future is a memory
Of things they used to think they'd be
Their thoughts were not so grandiose
A roof, a job, a life, at most
And now they go down every morn
To drink a jug of methadone
Each day begins and ends the same
They burned their bridges, their family's name
The loss we feel as we sit smug
Has deepened like the hole they dug
The life preservers that we threw
Were used as tools...'We knew, we knew.'
To drag them down to deeper depths
We watch them drown as they repent
Their children cry, their parents hurt
Their only peace comes in the dirt.
Peace on earth, peace on earth.
Heritage is our past.
It is our compass.
A direction forward.
A trail of facts.
Heritage is indeed a fact.
Lets walk our lives' tract.
I am never in the dark.
I will stay out of the trap.
Like a dog did the bark.
I sail my Layag to trace what is back.
Indeed heritage is a trail of martabbat.
To move, start with one step forward.
I love you heritage.
Martabbat means a pride, honor and morality.
Today marks seven years you had to go.
Your journey here was a tough tow.
To better things the other side.
You've left me feeling really lost.
But the memories are never tossed.
Even though you're in a better place.
That don't stop the tears rolling down my face.
You were my buddy, my pal, my friend.
Most of all you were my brother that held my hand.
RIP I love you always!
Ever long we stare to the East
The waters dance with glee.
Alluring at the very least
This symphony may be.
We watch those who know this beauty
And those who seek Her cheer,
We watch those who know such bounty
Yet nigh do these folk fear
That this dance be a siren call
A cruel temptress awaits.
Such cacophony nigh to stall
Virgin people from cold fate
For though Her waters can caress
Enveloped in her folds,
Some foolish bathers are remiss
In the power that She holds.
Hark! To arms! Victims call, 'Distress!'
This sound we dread to hear,
"Go now! Repulse death's harsh egress,"
As there is ceaseless fear
That there will be tragic failure
An agile step misplaced,
That the Ocean will call once more,
With smothering embrace.
And so we navigate her waves
The pounding force beware,
The mouth of the Devil himself
Comes here-forth to ensnare.
"Onward, dauntless brothers!" we hear,
"Against the waves we go,
For there is one who was swallowed
Fight for his life so!"
Into the mounting fray we dive,
Against the rising swell.
Now such ranks form to hunt for him
And pull from water'd hell.
Mercilessly, cruel time crawls forth
As lungs begin to burn,
Our hope wilts as it comes to pass
The point of no return.
Yet nigh will we ever desist,
We will reclaim this man.
Duty burns as Sun o'erhead
To bear him back to land.
Near the shore a whistle blasts thrice,
Do I dare to believe?
The call of a search successful,
A body they start to heave.
Hold for his life dearest brothers
Though the water crash down!
It is in obstinate resolve
That you earned your renown.
Hold steadfast, continue the watch
Arrogant creatures we,
To think our meager lives our own,
They belong to the sea.
So; I divulge to the moon.
I demonstrate eternal life
I divulge credentials
When will I be proud
When will I be happy
I am unhappy
I want to digress and plug
What shall I do
I will digress
I want to go to Greece
Oh, Lord, is this how it will be? Placid as a frozen lake – savvy as the silver serpent
that moves beneath it surface?
Must I be the same?
This is simple lucid dreaming is it not?
To come upon a clothing store in age and consent but offered no service?
Where amid these shackled hours and entrapped hearts are the conditions for surrender
I ask you – oh, god-head – make reveal those who would remand the closure of the day, to
render wholeness one big puzzle; I’ve no sleep this mourning, my body’s mortality was
ticking all night; so as to calm its sacramental rite, I tugged at its extremities to seek
an answer there, I poked deep for my soul but it came up mostly air. So, oh Lord now I beg
you, I will close mine eyes and pray; fall upon one knee and ask forgiveness stay; oh how
you have answered – a thunderous, silent display upon my eyelids back, from the veins of
angel’s blood I sense the course my soul is taking, in solace, deep beneath the cask of
flesh and sinew to a place of comfort, lord I see, I knew it all along:
Your being has been me…
I came home to Mom's house,
After being booted out of Dad's,
And though they called me the Mouse,
I had grown into a strapping young lad,
A high school student who never fit in,
I was a loner and an outcast,
You could find me outside smoking,
Trying to defeat my sordid past,
But once in a while,
Trouble just came my way,
There was one unusual rile,
Let me tell you about that day,
It started the day before,
When a gang cut in line,
And hit my little brother,
When I stepped up this time,
They got mad and decided,
To kick me while I was sitting alone,
Hit in the back I jumped up and asked,
Which loser kicked me in the back bone,
Silence that day was all I got,
But the next day I found the truth,
For the guy who kicked me in the lot,
Was now walking with a cast upon his foot.
They came at me once again,
Calling me out to fight the leader,
And he asked me to fight him,
Behind the gym and in his fever,
He wanted to take my life,
For humbling him at lunchtime,
They would pull their knives,
Gang up on me in this fight,
But I told him no,
Fight me right here and now,
Come on let's go,
Let's have our showdown,
Right here in front of everyone,
And his gang started to form behind him,
And I began to fear as they reached a dozen,
But I stood there firm and grim,
Ready to take them all on,
And suddenly fear crossed their faces,
Then one by one they were done,
Leaving his side they left empty places,
And soon they all left,
Including my adversary,
And I was amazed at this gift,
In the face of a certain beatdown, victory!
Then as I turned to leave I found,
The reason the gang ran away that day,
For behind me stood dozens of kids from town,
Who were tired of the gang and their evil ways,
So when you believe you are all alone,
You may be the one person who,
Can bring people along,
When others are acting the fool.
Sing a song of sorrow as the leaves turn red,
Sing a dirge at sunset as we lay down our heads.
Sing with me, play with me, feel the music turn
To ether that surrounds us, incense that burns.
Save us, Apollo, Calliope, save us from silence of heart
Save us from the quieting of soul and the dying of art.
Love stills the genius, the only way to sustain
That which is beautiful, that which is pure, is to suffer pain.
Winter brings the ice, spring will bring the thaw;
Seasons flow one to the next leaving the earth raw.
Flood will follow frostbite, drought will follow flood,
Then will come the autumn, and the world tinged with blood.
Behold my brother, MDG
Handsome, gifted, crazy
Living his days in drudgery
Thoughts unfocused, hazy
He takes his hat off in the rain
Looks down upon her grave
He sinks to earth in melting pain
Her life he could not save
He loved her then, still loves her now
Helpless as he sits here
She gave to him her lifelong vow
That he should never fear
Her going before him in death
He was the older one
He’d be first to draw the last breath
That promise, now undone
Leaves him lonely to start new life
He does not know how to
Begin afresh without his wife
He struggles to bow to
What he cannot comprehend –
Shorn of his beloved
Filled with a grief that never ends
Life? How can he live it?
Now he feels enraged, quite angry
Nothing’s fair about this!
So he sets out, mean and hungry
To try to make right this
Is more like it he thinks --)
To refuse death’s sad invitation
He shakes his head and blinks
For there, before him, standing tall
A shadow figure waits
From its petrified fingers fall
First closed, then open gates
One portal to the unknown days,
The other, portal past
He shifted back and forth his gaze
Then suddenly, he gasped
Through portal past he saw himself
Lost, grave side, deep in pain
And then that scene resolved itself
In pouring, golden rain
Through the portal of unknown days
He sees her peaceful face
And seeks to trust God’s unknown ways
On earth, in time and space
He decided not to fight it
Or beg his lover back
No need to undo or right it
He saw there was no lack
Her peaceful face shone in his mind
Her spirit touched his soul
His vision cleared, no longer blind
His heart was healed, made whole
The pouring rain lets slowly go
The earth that holds the grave
His mind fills up with Spirit’s glow
He’s clean, reborn and brave
He can now face his life alone
Until his time to die
He knows her soul’s not trapped in stone
She’s always by his side
He’s happy now, with many friends
Who understand his peace
He lost his need to make amends
Their love will never cease
Back in the Day
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
It was back in the day of buggy and horse
Long before cars were made,
That a small farm boy, too young for the fields
Stayed home at the cabin with me.
Since this young boy who stayed was only a tot
He with critters and bugs would play.
It was great fun almost everyday.
Watching him play from the porch.
We were more than friends romping on the land.
Brother and sister were we.
With a bond that brought angels above great joy
Seeing me with the boy.
And this is the reason it hurt so much
Watching that day from the porch,
The woeful sight came in view oh, plight.
It happened in broad daylight.
Folks working in the fields came fast
To see what help they could be.
Our older brother's gun had fired.
I saw it all from the porch.
The angels looked down with sadness and said
What a dreadful fray we see—
Yes, and Mama knew it (sixteen years old,
Is too young to have a gun.)
Oh, woeful sight in my afternoon view
His memory is clear to me.
For our bond was stronger by far than the bonds
Of those who came running to see—
Of those who full of fear did flee--
There was not one angel in Heaven above
Relieved one spot of the sadness in me
Forever together love bonded with him
Sweet feelings remembered by me.
For the heart of my brother forever entwined
With the horrible sight I did see
And my soul deep inside to that memory binds
And prays for eternity, we--
Although late at nighttime, when I kneel by my bed.
I start praying, praying for my young brother dead.
And the bonding between him and me
We shall siblings eternally be.
(Written in the style of Edgar Allen Poe)
Sometimes when our blessings
Are very close and near.
We decide to “throw in the towel”,
As if God’s voice, we did not hear.
Sometimes we are not far from,
That answer that we had so long sought.
And we wind up turning around,
After a good fight we have fought.
Sometimes our blessings are really,
Just in front of us, slightly.
And while in warfare if we are not careful,
We will lose that blessing, most likely.
A lot of times we have our minds detoured
By obstacles that get in our way.
And they will cause us much time wasted
If not at all seeing that day
A lack of faith, a lack of character,
These are just a couple by name.
Being too timid, lack of boldness,
These two serve just the same.
For us to have ran this race,
That really has already been won.
It would not bring any glory to the Master,
To “ALMOST” have it done.
Lonely, singing "doina" in the magic corn field,
With a wooden sword and a little green shield,
I follow my elder brother and kids who secretly go round…
The naïve clouds and…a bee dancing in the air blond;
The kids smoke a cigar made from the corn`s moustache.
At sudden, a snake hisses near my flower… "Don`t touch !"
Puiu said and my brother repeated: "Don`t touch it!!
Soon after that, was I ready to cry and scared a bit;
But Puiu taught me "to smoke just like a pope".
So, by breathing ,I said: "Hoooo! Horses of Pope!"
From the "Ballad for two violins"` landscape,
I remember him : happily eating a big grape;
Admiring the flock of thoughts with a thick thrill;
Since honey dawn, till the tender "Evening on the hill";
Then , running to open the gates for the bishop.
Then, waving his hand and calling the nun Hope.
Stroking a withered rose ,still red in his hand…
His smile in the no time light trying to mend…
Then, drinking hard and angry, good ready to rape
The monks` sacred silence blue; stroking his nape…
Again, with much faith praying and ready to nap.
I think good night was coming from his old cape.
I imagine him crossing the Grigoresco`s glade ;
"Here, God visited us…!" he happily said.
"If I go in the heaven, I `ll send you a postcard."
The scent of onion tried to hide he had drunk hard.
I imagine him guarding the heavens` blessed gates,
And… keeping us for a long time , his good mates
In front of them, as he did it with the bishop , once …
Last Night I Went to War
Last Night I Went to War,
On an unknown battlefield known to secret soldiers clothed in shame and
Tongue speaking samurai,
Last night I went to war,
On an unknown battlefield with weapons of mass destruction,
God given warfare of a secret guild,
I went to war not against Iraq, but the spirit of blind fundamentalism,
Last night I went to war against an unknown enemy who torments me day and
With a brother from old who I love dearly,
A brother of great courage and integrity,
Last Night I went to war against my father’s cancer and mother’s insomnia,
Last Night I went to war against my daughter’s fear of isolation and my
therapist’s impending neck surgery,
Last night I went to war for America and the freedom that it stands for,
And I’ve had many casualties,
I’ve heard voices telling me to drive off the road,
And I’ve felt dark forces rise up in my mind to steal the beauty of my
Last night I went to war for my nation,
A wondrous eagle, young and impetuous, righteous and misguided,
And I felt the strength of the cosmos well up within me and I knew for a moment
that God is real,
Last Night I went to war with a brother for life and longer for a 4 year old girl
tormented by the beauty of her own soul,
And It through me off track and now once again I sit confused and alone,
But look into her eyes I tell you and see the peace of freedom,
To look into her eyes I tell you and see the peace of a freedom that alludes me,
It’s worth it,
It’s worth every moment of torment,
For to look to that day,
That blessed day,
When all the Jews and Muslims and Buddhists and Hindus and Right Wing
Christians and Atheists and Agnostics and Liberals and Conservatives and
Blacks and Whites and Reds and Yellows and Communists and Murderers and
Terrorists and Infidels and Thieves and Saints Alike are all on the same side,
To look to that blessed day when all are one and we look to the enemy and
say “No not one Satan, YOU CAN’T HAVE EVEN ONE!”
To look to that blessed day I tell you, I am chosen beyond the dismal nature of
To look to that blessed day I tell you, I am lifted high above to the mind of God
and know Joy,
I don’t care how many friends I lose or loved one’s turn against me, I will keep
I will keep fighting in unseen battlefields,
Until all are one.
Mountain tops, ice and cold the eagle flys for his or
young, Honey to the bee, at the top of tree, WE in
America feel that our Soldiers are our song Bird
of ocean land and sea, and may you realize that
we love the Doves of the red white and blue skys
High our Gaints in our hearts, it will be warm even
on the icly cold nights in America when one at a
time come home, to rest their head on the green
green grass of home, even on the coldest of times
on our shores Hail to thee our soldiers Hail to thee
in God we trust to see you again,
I see another without a mirror...
Both the same that is clear...
How can it be ???
Curly locks and same eyes I see...
Tall yet both matched in size...
Is it real or lies ???
The time on earth the same...
Identity stops there, is it a game ???
Genes split away...
Twins today !
For My Twin by Perri R. Voge