The function of a human hand?
Writing a message, making a bed,
Opening a jar, dialing a phone,
Putting on pantyhose,
Touching the face of a child,
Or a lover.
And in its absence?
Yawning space and phantom pain,
And an oddly-shaped bandage
At the end of Angie’s arm.
PFC Hernandez, home in El Paso,
Watches her family watching her,
Writing awkwardly with her left hand,
Brushing her black wavy hair,
Watching Dr. Phil
Wearing an old gray-green T-shirt
Bearing the faded words
“Proud to be a Marine.”
Gasping and choking,
She wakes from thick, dusty dreams
Of shimmering, endless sand,
Echoing hollow with hatred,
And the feared but half expected
Roar of fiery amber heat,
Breaking the angry stillness,
Searing through the night
And Angela’s right hand.
I remember all the nights we use to play,
but now I can't play anymore because your not here today.
Your here in my heart and that will never fade away.
Sometimes I would be a hard-headed child,
but in your eyes you saw an angle smile.
I love you like God love the family, unconditionally.
I remember your brown eyes, gray hair, for you were wise.
I also remember when you had to leave, so your soul could be free.
See, I'm older; more mature, and understand what's going
on, but back then I was only four.
I still remember that day like it was yesterday.
Well, you were buried that day and everyone had a sad face.
I remember that day very well indeed, as I looked at you
and pleaded that you wouldn't leave me.
Now you’re gone and I have to be strong for both
of us, so our love can live through people who love us.
Where are you, oh Harmony,
Daughter of Mars and daughter of
Where shall I look for you?
In the enclosure of a serene
Or in the open tempestuous
Under the bright sun of a Spring’s
Or beneath the dark sky of a stormy
The tormenting echo of your parents’
In my divided heart I constantly
Fearing the one, loving the
Save me, oh divine Harmony, from
Come, beloved one, I beg
Come, my bewildered soul to
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 August 2012
O beloved mother, o beloved sisters
departed from me, within years
of each other, to sadden my living;
I spend my days weeping...
reminiscing in my sorrow:
how we laughed together,
and faced another serene tomorrow,
knowing that sharing kindness
would bond our destinies
in ways so devoted and immense!
O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
I let the unconsumed joy of memories
take me to those yesterdays
to thank God for our existence,
when we enjoyed the gifts He offered;
yes, even the smallest of them
were so lovely and precious!
And by watching how you faced death,
I admired how you became the bravest...
slowly letting go of what you possessed!
O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
do you want me to continue crying,
or smile and console you with a future promise:
that soon we'll embrace one another
under the joyful eyes of our Creator?
Nothing foolish I will do to harm myself;
and wait I will 'till my end comes,
but until then my solemn prayers I'll recite
amid tombstones guarded by triumphant angels...
and bound for Heaven, I'll be smiling!
Waiting on inspiration and wasting time.
Yet the search continues until I'm out of my mind.
Then there's the other side of the story that nobody wants to hear.
And faced with reality,I realize my greatest fear.
With my bloodline destroyed,there's nothing left.
I embrace the day when I'll take my finale breathe.
For the end to come,now I welcome the day.
Then take to the grave,all the things I never got to say.
On my way to a place,where I'll finally find peace.
today, I die.
Don't Cry, this is the way it is. Don't cry, it's ok.
I'm ready. it's so different, when you know you have to go. everything seems so...so pointless. All I ever stressed about, thought about, and cried about, gone. All I can think about is what lies ahead. In a moment I'll begin my journey into an eternal world. Where my past decisions guide me to my destination. What will heaven be like? Will I get to Heaven? A couple of minutes all I could think about was my mother. How dare she do what she did! A couple of minutes ago, all I could think about was how long before I moved away. How quick that has all changed. My anger brought my actions. and now I lay, I lay here...hopeless. Don't cry. I know I made my mark. And I'll always remain, in your hearts......I sat there in church, in front of a coffin, a man. Stitched lips and powdered face. I saw what death brought, and felt nothing. I sat, watching, staring, as some mourned. Not me. I sat there watching, gazing. Around me, someone was sad, not because of death, but because she lost her cell phone. In front of me lay death, and around me, no one cared. Will I matter. will people lose their cell phones at my funeral. Mother: I'm sorry. I know for 16 years you've done your best. Mother I'm sorry, I want you to know. I did notice all the things you did for me. You'd give yourself to not lose me. A working woman, a mother of three. I noticed. I love you mom, don't cry. dad. you weren't there much, most of my life. its ok. I know that if you could, you would. dad, don't cry. I hold no grudges. for all of you that I talked to, for mom, for dad, for my sisters, and for YOU, don't cry. i have to go now. God.. I'm ready. I'm sorry, I know I messed up...but I was good. Today...I die. it's ok. I'm ready. My whole body...It's warm, a sensation, a tingle, a swarm. now.. I die its ok don't cry, I’m ready.
Her eyes were never dry
Since she was born she would always cry…
No matter what kind of lie I would tell
She would see right through me , a smile she didn't sell…
I don’t blame her when her lips fell…
She knew the world was aware of our pain…
She knew nobody cared about evils reign
She knew nobody cared about every body that laid lifeless on the city streets…
So I understand…
In her still so young heart
Knowledge of the world there was that no man had…
Even though she knew it could get her killed she just couldn't stand
When justice wasn't served
When her mothers killers were free
And we get something no human deserves…
So I ask her please smile…
The pain will last just for a little while…
I see her pale white flowing gown,
her imagery, her frown,
her silver thinning hair,
her paper like wrinkled skin.
Feeling quite frightful,
but no overtaking fear,
of this vision floating through the air,
and not going in to despair.
Trying to awaken my consciousness,
for I must be comatosed,
surely I am not in the living world,
my head must be in the cloud's.
I wake up in a sweat,
not knowing what has just happened,
it all seems so surreal,
do I stand in judgement or appeal.
Piecing together my thought processes,
was it a dream or a reality,
wishing, thinking of my grandmother looking ocer me,
sending me a sense of peace and calm.
I will stay with that thought,
that beautiful vision,
of my grandmothers mission,
to deliver peace and harmony to a muddled head.
written 17th Nov 1997
I am here today to set you free
but inside of me, you shall always be
You will never truly leave
as your love and memories, continue to live on in me
I have come to terms with you leaving
your love I shall forever continue in believing
I will forever miss you very much
for I know it's impossible, to ever again.. kiss or touch
Although you were never rich or royal
your heart remains, eternally loyal
So these are the hardest words for a daughter to have to ever say
I pray you hear these words from my heart today
From your darling little Denise
saying my final good-bye to you, my dearest daddy
Praying, you forever rest in peace
At the darkest time
On the darkest day,
You took my hand,
You took me to play.
I thought it strange,
I thought it wise
That there in the wood
The secret lies.
But then I saw it
The flicker of light,
The sound of birds
As they took to their flight.
The ray of sunshine
Filled your eyes,
Around us filled
With silent lies.
My smile was met
From cheek to cheek,
Your hand around mine
As your eyes grew weak.
I see your face
Amongst the light,
The day that soon
Transformed to night.
I’m alone now
And alone I’ll stay
Till the moon flips over
And the sky turns grey.
But the hand that took,
Took me to play,
Is there by my heart
And there it will stay.
The agony of the forty fourth fallen martyrs
Of our noble and bravest men
The sound of testimonial heartaches of nowhere scenes
Guns of distraught
Guns of unaware feelings
Guns of twenty one heroic means
We salute the inevitable tied up courage of our kins
Now the tragedy happened of unprepared masks
Now it was a cold blasts
Like an ice to dust
It seems so gigantic beginnings
Of yes to peace
Mournful days of no one could ever ceases
How it felt to broke in the end by a doleful mess
The agony of the forty fourth fallen martyrs
Now it became a history
Of the world's largest tragedy
Of war and technology
Beyond time, beyond what we see
Or beyond what we never expected to be
Like were struggling in the unfathomable sea.
I fear death, not quite death but yours, and not yours but mine
I guess I fear my death in being your survivor, but not quite
I fear grief, that it might consume me once more, but not mine
I guess it is your sorrow and despair at death that is drowning my life
I've been here before; I don't know how I survived or what inside me died
I had so many questions that she never answered; they never left, never died
So your gasping breath brings back my sorrow from that walled in stasis
I teeter on the rim of a well that reaches grief's bottom blackness, I lied
It is not your pain I fear, it's mine. I did not survive her deathbed
I never again lived. I died with her though peace I never found
I don't know if it was her death, my loss, hers, or the death cycle
But the air has stayed musty from graves while I pretended not to care
I don't know if I was there for her, or how she felt that last morning.
My memory lapses with that of the child I was then into dreams of gray
I don't know the pain of death, if it is worse to leave or know you are leaving
I don't know if she found peace or her heart broke for me or because of me.
Sorrow swells as the memories fade in, filling that well with blackness
I know that if I don't fall, it will rise up to suffocate me again
If I jump I will lose myself and never find you to say goodbye
My memory lapses, I think I jumped, did I tell her goodbye?
I fear my grief. Grief is all, nothing before or after exists.
I fear that grief will over shadow my mind and I won't be there
I fear that this sorrow will rob me of the words to say I love you
I fear despair will take my soul and this time I'll have nothing left of home.
How do I ask you to share this life with me when I don't know if I'll survive your death?
How do I ask you to live each day and don't let me run when I ran from her?
How do I ask you to believe in me and don't fear when I fear myself?
How do I ask you to comfort me when I'm too afraid to comfort you?
I never asked her to hold me again, to comfort, because she was the one dying.
What right do I have to ask the sick to comfort the healthy, the dead the living?
And how could I, being the first spirit to die, ask the ones who speak of life still
to comfort the shell I left behind while theirs decays before my eyes?
There are no comforts to sooth the guilt of living, but forgiveness will birth new life.
Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next
phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us
back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them
in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what
we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder
if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And
pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece*
Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we’d still feel a little bit sad
Knowing that we’ve lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad.
For so many years, we’ve felt their presence
In so many ways, we’ve felt complete,
But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat.
Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art,
Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are
Where we stand and to whom we belong,
We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night
Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light.
But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave,
You’ve made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet.
May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again
‘I love you’ it’s not a lie, I may not have said it that much
But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such
Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes
For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies,
Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights
That’s when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed
The ways we reacted back in those days.
Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile
Now makes us realize how we never cared,
For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we’ve shared,
The times we’ve heard them say “You’ve made me proud”
The times we’ve felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned.
Their tender touch, their forgiveness
Their blessings for us and their happiness,
We pray to feel it all again
Bring it all again,
To the eternal life, after this time.
We plant soldiers in the ground
To grow peace
Or so that’s what we’re told
Only the seeds of peace
That’s what i know
The lies and rhetoric of our politicians
Choke the roots of the truth
And over-water the brains of the politicians
Until they become soft blooming idiots
They say to die for one’s country is right
The only right is to live for peace
That’s what i know
I know your pain
Although I don't know what's happening,
I can still feel the vain.
Seems like the beginning is the ending
One moment there's bliss
It feels much like a wet kiss.
But out of nowhere you see a mirror,
"It felt so real," as you stand there alone.
You try to make sense of it all;
Yet everything begins to fall.
"AHHHH!" you scream to the top of your lungs.
Your blue eyes are running waterfalls.
It hurts me to see a single tear,
You're not the only one to hide in the room.
Swallow your tears, don't let it drop,
A splash will only cause more bitter props.
But like I say,
Tomorrow will always bring another day.
So Faith, throw away your thorns,
anticipating a happy God-given next day.
Do not grieve for my passing, for it was my time
For life is but the Lord's property, and now he has reclaimed mine
I regret leaving you here, though I've indeed been set free
But I could no longer ignore God's call for me
Though I went with Him, I made sure to take you along
And I left with you memories of times past but definitely not gone
I go home to my father in a place of peace
To be reunited with sisters and brothers, a whole line of family
Cry if you must, mourn if you may
But not over things you failed to say
Death is not eternity, it was a short bridge I had to cross
And though I have departed from this world, my life is not lost
I say farewell to you now, for it is a temporary goodbye
For one day you too will go where I now arrive
Someday in the future we will cross paths again
And together we will travel that long road, and there speak of the end
The shape I am
Whom you reflect upon me
And where we actually belong
In times of prejudice
In times of conflict
You exacerbate the lives we live
In demolition, you retrograde all
And in conclusion
You eradicate many.
You made me a Misanthrope
And everybody else
Where we hate
And distrust mankind
Of our own humanity
Sad, isn't it?
My spirit walks the graveyard,
The music sickly sweet,
My tomb is coated with my shroud,
Folded so neat.
The flower of the mourners,
Left in the wind,
One stays dry and cold,
The Orchid , the flower of sin.
The sobering touch of autumn,
Sweeping my soul away,
The rain will soon pass,
All I pray is to stay.
Many will ask the question why?
Many will weep for you have gone.
Many will try to hide the sorrow in side.
Many will share their thoughts and memories of you.
Many will come to see you one last time.
Trying to decipher why some one such as you must leave so soon.
So in our time of sorrow and grief let us cling to our faith.
For it is our faith in God that will carry us forward.
Also let us find joy in the knowledge that you now rest in haven.
Portugal in September.
Perfect translucent day and I can see the peculiar nature again,
as it is no longer a blur of glaring sunlight. It is like meeting
an old friend, one who was rumored to have died, in a country
I will not see again. Evergreens, carob and olive trees lost in
the mist of time, forever alone in the transience of seasons.
I also see glimpses of the sea it doesn’t interest me, not today
anyway, but I do notice it is deep blue and has white sails on.
On my scooter I drive across a narrow bridge they have been
working on so it can take heavy lorries, a road is being built
somewhere out of sight. Wish I were a painter, fair clouds on
azure sky, could be smoke signals sent by an Indian tribe yet
to be discovered, I see the past and future at the same time.
Bewildering, do I drive in a landscape of ancient dreams?
I better stop find at a café, drink a “Bica” (coffee) before I fade
into the mystery of nature and can’t find my way back home.
Wake up from your deep slumber,
my sleeping beauty.
How peaceful you look
with roses in your hands,
no longer suffering
no longer in pain,
laying there in your stillness.
Into the bright light of the tunnel,
to meet with your loved ones.
You shall travel beyond the stars,
to the highest power of your being.
I will think of you always,
you will never leave my mind.
The warmth of your love
will guide me to carry on,
in your memory.
Wake up from your deep slumber
my sleeping beauty,
no longer suffering
no longer in pain
laying in your stillness,
Fearless i go running in the night
barefoot on rich damp soil
stretching out my arms
in a cool wild flight
trees, they whisper in my ear_
dark wind on cold bare flesh i’m running
hot face, heart pounds
i feel the pull of a thousand years,
and the way things used to be
and then, i hear the call
you are here
the time is now
and all things are as they are
the time is now
and you are here
all things are all things
and, all is meant to be
flight faster than thought in this light moon night
as i slip between the bars
and i breathe the finest breath
moving, silently through the stars
you are here
all things are meant to be
the time is now
and all things are as they are
In life’s infinite pursuit computer incantations for world peace takes one far from the beaten
path, into the fast lane.
The storyteller an Amazon king reaches to the heavens, with an open mind he speaks to the
In this gift of life and times we all live in a fake paradise, it is the individual’s choice to find
new resolutions in the kingdom of peace.
The obsession of life brings on an ethereal mood or modern times blues, but to live in man’s
radioactive legacy is coming to pass.
After the storm, at a journey’s end, we pray for orbital encounters between the sea and the
sky. Don’t let the world pass you by worshiping plastic idols.
In case we survive forms of life in life cycles will become peace crusaders.
With no more doubts the metamorphosis is complete and we become happy robots, with only
tender memories. Farewell!
It was once a blue planet…
James C Bryant Jr.
January 17, 1992
Don’t cry my very own little ones
I assure you I’ll be alright
For tonight I’m gone to visit Jesus
For Upon you I shall shine a light
Maybe within the big bright sun
Or maybe the twinkling of a star
But may you find the comfort in light
Of knowing from you I’m never far.
I’m on the glistening green grass
Within the bright morning dew
I’m in the warm breeze a blowing
Blowing my kisses right to you.
I’m in the soft gentle rain
That falls upon your face
I’m in those pure white blankets of snow
Holding you in my embrace.
I’m in the moon that shines so bright
On your darkest nights
I’m always in that great big blue sky
To show you your guiding light.
So never feel you are all alone
Or you never have a friend
Because I’ll always be right beside you
From now and all throughout the end.
I’m everywhere you go
And in everything you do
I’m in your heart and in your soul
For my love will always follows you.
The little girl watched with boundless tears
As her angel slowly faded away
“Merry Christmas Momma,” the little girl said
“I’ll see you on Christmas day.”
Send a tear to your lapel
for the debt you owe Marie
and others of her ilk,
it's just as well still
not nearly as good
as opening our eyes
Marie & Remi Ochlik
were shelled out of existence
while reporting to those
who would pay attention
the dark deeds of Syrian powers
A decade ago they took her eye
in Sri Lanka, but not her vision
War correspondent or photographer
is a risky title to carry
in many places on the globe,
but needs to be carried
with a terminal conviction
to those gentle of peace
Drones, tanks, and roadside IED's
all meant to turn dialogue into
that usurps the power of each
individual for another's own
Let us thank the megaphone,
the megapixeled shutterer,
and the twitterer, the
militant peacenik who
will not be silenced
into any form of domination
© Goode Guy 2012-02-22
for: Marie Colvin & all war reporters
Search for not the roads I've travelled,
But meet me at the crossroads.
Don't ask me where I am going,
Because I can only tell you where I've been.
If you look down your own path
And can't see your journey's end,
I guess that's a good thing;
Because there's a possibility
We may see each other again.
in garden of contented sighs
beneath a bridge of family ties
Time flows gently through the rows
of loving constant care
here seeds swell to burst to pose
as beauty grows aware
Partaking in heart aching words
of loss and sad despair
seeking love I pause and find
some gentle comfort there
I tense and sense
a hug so kind
I feel myself unwind
in sweet repose the scent of rose
has opened in my mind
no longer do the hours keep; the minutes pass me by. it's as if when you left all
of time time conceded to fly. your name i hear screaming come from my voice.
my prayer; please god no! was my only choice. you passed as softly as a setting
sun, and in the end, baby girl, immortality you have one. so it is with deep regrets
we will remember you here and yet with hints of happiness knowing one day we
will be there. heaven was your home from the start you see; so sit apon your
father's knee and sing praises all day long; for in our hearts we will forever play
Though you may be sad loosing a loved one..
You weren't there When God lost his only son..
You may think you have many a debtor...
You weren't there when Jesus was betrayed with thirty pieces of silver...
Though you may be weary and laden with despair..
You didn't witness when they tormented him and didn't care...
Although you may be in agony and immense pain..
You weren't there when the Lamb was fatally slain.
You may think that you cannot carry on and life is grim..
You weren't there when they mocked and spit on him..
Although you may have too many worries at hand..
Look down, you weren't there when they put nails in CHRIST'S bleeding hands.
Although you think you have been badly scorned...
You weren't there when they forced on his head, a crown of thorns..
Though you may feel that everything in your life is going wayside.
You weren't there to feel the sword that pierced HIS bleeding side.
Though you may think that you really don't want to live.
Christ loved us enough to die on the cross, and he will forgive.
He took the lives of many innocent people
He did not care that they were young
And then he shot himself
He pulled the trigger
He took his own life and no one cares why.
All they think about is how to bring back their children
They had so much hope in them, you know
So many nice and talented people
Are gone forever
And their death has no reason.
He took the father away from his children
They didn't even have a chance to tell him good-bye
He made a loving and caring wife...
And now she will cry for the rest of her life.
And even her happy moments will have sorrow
'Cause sorrow she has deep in her eyes
What made this young killer believe
That this was the key to solve his problems
And that to do that he had such a right?
I beg you all, please have mercy
Don't kill, don't stab, don't shoot
Don't make anyone cry
'Cause taking a life is the biggest,
The worst of the worst - is commiting a crime!