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Details | Haiku | |

LEAVING HOME

Parents nurture young Finally freedom to fly Fledglings spread their wings 28th April 2015


Details | Free verse | |

Before I go home

8:00 am

I listen to hums of 70 degree air conditioned whispers.

Playful, chirping birds swing across damp meadows
Under humidity’s gentle fog

‘Tis a silent morning, 5 days in the making

A gentle reflection upon my minutes,
Absorbing breaths of home

So much laughter
So much joy
So much food

Even a miniscule side of frustration’s true colors,
Amusing attempts to sludge my momentum

My friends made themselves known.

The others become answered insignificance.

My beating heart couldn’t be more grateful. 

My pupils reflect upon final nights’ splendor,
While they write lessons upon life’s chalkboard

Fury of Salsa & Disco beats
Pulsate across my spongy cerebellum
Holding hands with my Mother in proprietary motions

The whites of my eyes become silver injected pools of serenity.

What more could I ask for?

I listen for 8 & 4 year old footsteps to silently speak
Exacerbated adoration, filling my smile with electric permanence

In these silent, reflecting moments before I pack my bag, my soul’s window
Prepares…

…I await aromas of a Puerto Rican brunch
Before I go home

I await touches of a gentle waterfall against my cheek
Before I go home

I await exemplary wishes from roots of family tree to return tomorrow
Before I go home

And, after these shedding tears & resilient smiles are embedded within,
I await the reckoning that will shake foundations into Ionosphere grins

When I
Return home

8:30 am

©Drake J. Eszes


Details | Narrative | |

A Dark Man

         This piece is dedicated with love to J.E. Gauthier, Jr. Active addict and father. 
Only by the grace of God may he be saved from the error of his ways.

 For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door
 Steadily leaving his wife and kids as he searched for something more
 Occasionally calling home every now and again
 In his voice they could hear the taint of black sin
 
 Back then life on the road meant drugs money and women far as the eye could see
 He said he'd never look back 'cuz he was born free
 
 Life grew emptier as he grew older
 The drugs grew heavier as his heart grew colder
 His four children left behind with no place to call home
 From day one they made it in this world alone
 
  For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door
 Steadily leaving his wife and kids as he searched for something more
 Occasionally calling home every now and again
 In his voice they could hear the taint of black sin

 Every few years he'd arrive unannounced offering money and a hug
 All while using the garage to hide his drug
 His spitting image could smell his guilt a mile away
 She rolled her gloomy blue eyes in unison with every false word he had to say

 Today his girls are grown raising girls of thier own
 December came and went
 February turned to Lent
 On a stormy midnight he still turns to his blue eyed spitting image
 As the clouds clear she is again lost in the scrimmage

 She lies awake with a bottle of wine in hand
 On her mind weighs a dark man
 His ways make him lonely and lost
 Yet to her death she will fight for him at all costs

  For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door
 Steadily leaving his wife and kids as he searched for something more
 Occasionally calling home every now and again
 In his voice they could hear the taint of black sin


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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






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Silly isn't it

It's silly isn't it?
That I could fall for you so easily
And you not give two shits?
You spoke your drunken words
And admitted to always loving me
It was the best thing I had ever heard. 
When we hung out soon after
And I left you with a kiss
I didn't think the feelings mattered.
But as we spent time apart
I realized it wasn't the same
You had won my heart.
I got drunk and spilled my words
And you said you still felt the same
I was happier than a bird.
We made plan after plan
You always fell through
I felt like a speck of sand.
You told me you were trying to get a girl
I smiled and bared the tears
I had hoped to be the girl.
You soon stopped replying
I started to break down
I was almost done trying.
But no not tonight
I got drunk and spilt more words
I hope I did what's right. 
I thought we were the perfect fit
I fell for you so hard
But, that's silly, isn't it?


Details | Sonnet | |

THE WAY HOME

Preferred by those that know of nothing fair.
Destroyed by sand that blows through consciousness.
Existing in a vacuum of despair.
I left that world behind I must confess.

The wheels of hope extinguished memories.
With every mile clouds would drift away.
Until the devil's valley and disease.
Were lost in natures brilliant grand foyer.

Rejoice, the mountains, rivers of my home.
Forsaken once so young and long ago.
The years have swallowed up the urge to roam.
And age has brought the need to take it slow.
     Thoughts now have left me of that evil land.
     Here God and nature hold me in their hand.


Details | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


Details | Free verse | |

Distant Love

The hours dwindle slowly by- 
When I want you by my side. 
Longing to feel the warmth of your breath 
As you kiss away my pride. 
 
The anger melts away, 
When I'm held within your arms.
My balance quickly faltering;
As I fall for all of your charms.
 
The weeks are always longer-
When I don't get to have you near.
Wishing that I could run to you- 
The distance heightening my fear. 
 
The hours go by rapidly-
When you are finally home. 
 Leaving me all by myself;
With my thoughts to roam. 
 
The cycle starts all over- 
I'm wishing that you were free. 
Longing to feel the warmth of your breath. 
Until you come right back to me. 


Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



Details | Free verse | |

Make him a soldier

Make him A Soldier


Make him a soldier 
so I won't cry anymore

Transform a boy to a man
 so he will stand...alone

 In the dark forest
 beaming 
as natural combustion of dusk in the sky 


Red blood running through our veins is the same
identical as if we share the same DNA 

And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same 

Rate pulse pace...boom 
it startled me
 but as I gaze in his eyes 
I felt a deep connection 
as if he knew me better than I knew myself
 
White
Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered 
and even if life tries to poison us 
we will always have each other 
pure love
 
Blue water
 a million miles away from me 
and as he travels from sea to sea 
I think of him daily 

I try to remember where we came from
 blue water 
shared space 
different times

 Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary 
and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail 


So I beg you 
Make him A soldier 
so I won't cry an ocean of tears 
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour.
 Help me to raise my head 
when he is long gone from here 

When my fears are red 
 my soul turns blue 
let me remember the purity of us 
how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!


Details | ABC | |

Path

Will I turn back? No, why?
Cuz this is my path, in life.
Will i stop, and wait for death?
Or will I live life, Breath by breath?
I choose to live day to day, with this life,
Cuz death can take us at any time.
Why not make the best of what we have now?
I REFUSE to keep my head hanging down.
I will try to live life to the best of my ability,
With peace, love, and tranquility.
i choose to be and think positively,
If I dont, I'll be self demolishing.
I chose the path I walk, Whether it be with someone or alone,
I'm pleased with myself and maybe a place to call home...
Who knows?
I will mature even wiser than before
Don't be jealous because YOUR decisions were poor.
Happier more than I ever was, now uncovered,
A life out there, WORTH being discovered?!?!?!?!?
Will I turn back? No, Why?
Cuz this is my path, in LIFE.


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Leaving the nest

Sharply turning, fingernail chipping, anxiously pacing,
the time to leave the nest is fast approaching,
Distortion of reality, confusion and despair,
Where the mother-child bond will inevitably tear,

You want to leave- become your own person without loosing sight of how far you've come,
To appreciate all that has been given to you but realize your independent life has just begun,

Always welcome to come back to the safety and comfort of your childhood home,
Yet never will experience the joy of living with a family- now that you're alone,
For better of for worse, you have to take responsibility,
to stand up to this disoriented world and earn your dignity,

Enjoy the present whilst building your own future,
Your mother will no longer be there- but will always nurture,
Look back at the past and learn to carry on,
Your siblings will no longer stay young one day they'll also be gone.

I realized,time changes people-on that we should not venter,
your family will forever be your rock, your centre,
The moments you make time for, even though you're miles apart,
The moments that you'll always remember,
Those will be the treasured moments you'll hold so tightly in your tender heart...


Details | Free verse | |

The beatles She's leaving home

The sun edged over the horizon
Leaching its yellow elongated tentacles
Over the shunting trains of Liverpool Lime street station

The full moon wavered for a short moment
being held there fast, 
then, as if released by a child’s elastic band
it too began its journey
Trying to maintain a perfect arc across the early morning sky
Like a compass pencil scratching across sandpaper

It’s Wednesday morning 
She’s in mourning
She pushes the bedroom door gently into its frame
It clicks comfortable closing like a prison door
She leaves a note on the floor
She wants to say more
But words fail her

She breathes in the kitchen for the last time
And exhales memories of a life not quite right
She looks back briefly
A moment
A spot in time
She turns the key
She’s free
She is leaving home!

Father snores out stale cigarette smells through yellow teeth
Mother wrapped in a tightly wound dressing gown
Lipstick and Mascara 
Struts like a painted clown
Waddles without a sound 
Picks up the letter
It says not what’s a matter
She falls to the ground

"Daddy, our baby's gone. 
Where did we go wrong!"
We sang the song
“Okay it wasn’t in tune, and we did forget some words but…..”
We gave her everything money could buy 


It’s Friday morning now, 
She is far away 
They meet, they hug, they kiss
Arm in arm they move out of the song
And walk away from the frame

Cos fun is the one thing that will take away the pain


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Flawless Wish

Written by D. W. Breidenthal 


You take my breath away

I wanna stay in this entrancing paradise
I want all of the negativity to fade away 
The darkness isn’t my property…I despise
Living a life that’s filled with misperception and disaster 

I would love to live in the ocean’s ecstasy 
That would be spectacular if we can abide in the sparkly sea

This eccentric dilemma makes your angelic features too unclear 
It chills me to the bone…
My heart pounds with hope and fear… when will peace draw near
This flawless wish remains unknown

The night’s approaching…seek shelter and light
Painstaking regrets – I can’t back away from gravity’s pull 
Hand me the rope and don’t bestow your burdens upon my soul 
Sift away the misfortune and allow me to put up with the fight
Help me fulfill my flawless wish
And I’ll strip away your anguish

You’re a burning candle
I raise my head up from the mud
I step forward with courage that I couldn’t handle 
On my own, but you stripped away the agony 
Watch us grow and sprout as one flower bud!

You took my heart to a wonderful place
I wanna desert this decaying body of mine and seek you in splendid light
You forgave me for my wrongs…you thrilled me with praise 
I wanna embrace the dawn’s incredible, appealing light...
Sweeping away the deploring night  

It soothes my sensitive heart…dismissing my vexing misery  

I have the urge to repaint the breathtaking memories I’ve spent with you
Will it scratch away the sorrow?
I have to search for shelter and burn away our calamity – slaying us with rue
 
Will my flawless wish store hope for tomorrow? 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Bow Leg-ged Girl

      THE BOW LEG-GED GIRL
I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox,
and I put them all together in a little brown box.
I put all of your dresses and your shoes in a sack,
and I wrapped it up because I knew you're never coming back.

I took your funky records and your Gaygirl Magazines
and dropped them in the trash with all your green and purple jeans.
I took the clothes I bundled up and gave them away,
to the Salvation Army, it seems like yesterday.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I met a wino on the street, she looks just like you,
she wears a see through blouse and she walks bow legged, too.
She sings those funky songs and plays the guitar outa sight,
and she takes a bath in cheap perfume like you did every night.

She sings about Viet Nam and love we don't show,
No one's told her Viet Nam was fifty years ago.
She's out protesting every day and carries a big sign,
and bites her toenails every night just like you did mine.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

She has a job but all she'll say, it ain't chopping wood.
And it's funny how her money lasts, and she lives so good.
She bought a brand new car one day, a pink Cadillac,
and it's got a bar up in front and mattress in the back.

I don't know why she thinks she has to work every day,
cause I never had a job I just live on my welfare pay.
She picks her nose and rolls each bugger in a sugar ball,
and just like you used to do, then she eats them all.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I married her in the park, it seems like yesterday,
and I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't run away.
She brought her uncle home with her from work the other night,
and her uncle and my cousin all got drunk and had a fight.

She got locked in the bedroom with the meter readers dad,
and they had a lot of fun all night, but I felt awful bad.
He took her home with him a while, but she wouldn't stay,
I wish you'd come back home to me, and run her away.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Free verse | |

Homeward Bound

I've beaded on the surface
of this empty little town.
Dug in my heels
refused to soak in deep.
Skin deep I reside
afraid to fall asleep.
Fear is in the blinking
watching the façade glow
It goes away 
and the real is what stays.
Nothing is for me here-
It twinkles and it dies.
The headlights pass
and I know they didn't see me.
Clean cut getaway
back to my roots
Where I can relax into the pavement
Where I can ease into myself
and know all the lines and cracks-
the crevices that are hidden
from the view of the masses
and yet are so apparent to me.
This is where I am free
This is where I am home


Details | Free verse | |

the nest

towers creep over 
the morning sky 
I can’t feel the sun 
just want to fly 
my bearing is tilted 
nowhere to take off 
life was easier when 
I was asleep 
where it is safe 
the nest is crumbling 
nothing to hold on to 
it would be ok to stay 
but momma has not 
returned, and I am hungry 
if I just spread my wings? 
but it don’t feel right 
spread my wings 
and take flight? 
I want the warmth of 
her nestled against me 
close my eyes and be free 
spread my wings to 
the sun I can fly 
don’t want to step out 
close my eyes for here 
is where I will die 
and dream of the 
freedom to fly


Details | Lyric | |

Doubts on Leaving Home

How will I know if this day is right for me?
I have waited oh so long to do what needs to be.
But, is the first step, the best thing, for me to do?
How will I be able to know if… all will work out true?

The first day is the hardest, but what will happen if I fail?
How can I continue forth, if everything is to no avail?
There will be no back up as I stand there all alone.
What, oh what, will happen when I am on my own?

The world is so frightening, at the very best of times.
How can I know that this… is really the right time?


Details | Rhyme | |

Harsh Reality

As I abandon the world
of metaphysics,
i begin to be sick
and melancholic.

As I join the nature
as if it were a voice,
I sing with the birds,
a song of rejoice.

As I become unresponsive
to worldly desires
and decided to be one
who's willing to abide,

It killed me, you routine!
if I am to cling to something,
it is life,
not my welfare.


Details | Lyric | |

THE BOW LEGGED GIRL

      THE BOW LEGGED GIRL
I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox,
and I put them all together in a little brown box.
I put all of your dresses and your shoes in a sack,
and I wrapped it up because I knew you're never coming back.

I took your funky records and your Playgirl magazines
and dropped them in the trash with all your green and purple jeans.
I took the clothes I bundled up and gave them away,
to the Salvation Army, it seems like yesterday.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I met a wino on the street, she looks just like you,
she wears a see through blouse and she walks bow legged, too.
She sings those funky songs and plays the guitar outa sight,
and she takes a bath in cheap perfume like you did every night.

She still sings about Viet Nam and love we don't show,
guess she doesn't know that Viet Nam was 40 years ago.
She's out protesting every day and carries a sign,
 and bites her toenails ev'ry night just like you chewed on mine.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

She has a job but all she'll say, it ain't chopping wood.
And it's funny how her money lasts, and she lives so good.
She bought a brand new car one day, a green Cadillac,
and it's got a bar up in the front and mattress in the back.

I don't know why she thinks she has to work every day,
cause I never had a job I just live on my welfare pay.
She picks her nose and rolls each bugger in a sugar ball,
and just like you used to do, then she eats them all.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I married her in the park, it seems like yesterday,
and I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't run away.

She brought her uncle home with her from work the other night,
and her uncle and my cousin all got drunk and had a fight.

She got locked in the bedroom with the meter readers dad,
and they had a lot of fun all night, but I felt awful bad.
He took her home with him a while, but she wouldn't stay,
I wish you'd come back home to me, and run her away.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.


Details | Free verse | |

was it officer louis or officer paquette of the edmonton police department?

just got out of the mental institute for like the seventh time
was sent there because i allowed someone to move into my home
who wouldn't leave
and he called the crisis team and i got sent away
it was in there they told me i had hiv
not sure if thats even true doctor morin

its not my fault mr salter that jason's mom was brutally murdered
i didn't mind leaving that time cause i had bed bugs again
and my landlord was harassing me everyday

anyway i moved to a new place downtown edmonton
met some people i thought were my friends
but i guess thats what they do
they pretend to want to know you
set up shop in your house
next thing you know
you are calling 222 tips
911
the police
the news and the radio
about the situation that is happening at your house

special k they called him
and some black guy named J

i was like thats ironic since my previous friends were
angel, noah, and a man with a nickname satan

anyway nothing came of calling all those people
until i got home from christmas, my grandma on her deathbed
just after her funeral two cops came up to me as i was leaving my apartment
pointed at my window asking if i was leaving from there
i said yeah its my apartment thinking good
i'm gonna get justice

made me open my apartment
threw me into my chair
and asked me
if id like a broken finger or a broken rib
i said neither
he repeated i said neither
he asked if i had a key to my aprtment i said yes
he said where is it
i said my pocket
he said get it
i reached into my pocket
and he broke my nose

i thought to myself what a way to bring in the new year
which is what he said he had come to do
considering i had just tried to comit suicide on my birthday
to come home and be congratulated for it by calvin
end up at my grandmas funeral

they wouldn't leave until i had cleaned up my blood
i called internal affairs
but apparently in this country in the same province in the next city you can't get an 
investigation done

I hope one day i bump into you again
you wont recognise me war pig
i'll walk behind you nonchalantly
the last thing you will feel is a hand on your shoulder
and cold steel running across your neck


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Grown

Look at me I'm grow.
I want to be out on my own.
I always did what I was told, but now I'm grown.

No need to worry just stay off my back.
Take a chill pill and relax.
Don't want to hear the facts cause I already know, I'm grown.

No more telling me what I can and what I can't and what I am and who I ain't  
I know who I am make no mistake. 
I was young once but now I'm grown.

Good-bye to all these stupid rules and bed time curfews.
I'm through! 
That stuffs for someone who's three.
But not for me, why? cause I'm grown.

SOME TIME LATER.....

Yes, finally I'm out need I say more?
I almost pushed you down trying to get out the door.
I was free but found out what that word really means.

"Responsibilities"

First come the job then came the bills.
No time to spend with my friends.
No time to stay home and chill.

Didn't like that deal.
Lost my job so I started living off the streets.
Now I'm in a jail cell, tomorrow will be a week.

If only I had listened to you.
Things would not have turned out this way.
Remember when I use to say I'm grown?
I was wrong...


Details | Sonnet | |

Leaving Home

So many years have come and gone away, 
And now the time has come that I should leave; 
The sanctuary where I was to pray, 
The haven where my heart was free to grieve. 

I never had to front or fog the facts. 
It knew me as I knew myself to be, 
And as I wait to walk upon the tracks, 
I feel as though it's from myself I flee. 

Now it only houses me in sorrow, 
By misty memories of days long passed; 
Knowing I'll be on my own tomorrow, 
And wondering how long this pain will last. 

If home is where the heart is then I find, 
I'll have to leave my broken heart behind.


Details | ABC | |

AFTER LEAVING THE HOME

   Superstorm
outside. Inside a deep
   ocean, thoughtless.

          *

   You want to know
the boundaries of scent.
A musk deer wonders.

            *

   After the death-
of hurricane, would you
   come to see my hibiscus ?


Satish Verma


Details | Rhyme | |

Moving Home

Half a home, half a home,
Half a home conjured.
Into the jaws of skip
…….goes all we plundered.
Clear out the crap we said
Make like we now are dead
Into the jaws of death
…….our waste was thundered.

Get rid of all the shit
we must not keep one bit
Time now to throw it out
…….in the skip laundered.
Sorted before we die
Life’s reason flying by
Ignoring plea full cry
…….clearout was ordered.

Memories to right of us
Memories to left of us
Memories we now must push
…….why so we wondered.
Things that we knew so well
Things that we could not sell
Into the jaws of hell
…….all now was lumbered.

Stripping our house near bare
Why then do we despair
Should we now even care
Shedding the things we wear
…….necessity hovered.
Plunged into frantic haste
Plunged into needful waste
Choices on logic based
Leaving our life unlaced
…….why are we bothered.

Old memories never fade
Of the shared choices made
Even when you‘re dismayed
don’t count the price you paid
…….when sunshine was thundered.
Back from the jaws of hell
New home that suits us well
Honour the choices made
Memories that never fade
…….not shattered and sundered.

Ivor G Davies


Details | Free verse | |

Never Again

I walk along this path
I walked so long ago
I felt its hard wrath 
As I ran

Ran and Ran until I couldn't breath
I stumbled to my knees
How could they have done this 
Before I was in such bliss

They told me its a time to end
It was me they tried to bend
I Bent till I broke
I tried to swallow it all but Choked

I left my home town
To live in a new
I felt forever down
My feelings stretched and grew

I went back to when I ran 
I run as fast as I can
I run till I reach the lake
Everything hit me like a quake

I stopped and stared at the open water
All my emotions I wanted to slaughter
I nealed down and looked at my reflection
The land was my protection

I cried looking out
My whole life I began to doubt
Every promise was ever broken
All the words left unspoken

It flowed out of me like a river
It left me a simple shiver
I feel so alone 
I want to run home

Running home forever
And leaving never
Never again
Im leaving this pain


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Leaving Las Vegas

I feel a tug upon my sleeve Tho’ there’s no one about to see A mental hug that won’t take leave It’s tidal pull full upon me I know it well… I feel it deep… It hides without pretense E’en into my sleep Where my dreams only Offer futile defense It’s a Siren’s cry From primal deeps It’s lover’s sigh “Come lie with me” It proffers me maternal sleep In a dark and eternal sea Best I take leave… Whilst I might From this dry and sterile city Before the binds become too tight And allow me no more pity This city grasps, tightly clasps ‘Til life lives within no longer My breath now diminished To no more than gasps I pray the pull of the sea Is stronger So romantic to me is The call of the Sea With a sense of panic In mood so manic In feverish urgency I pack That I must at once and forever take leave of LasVegas And never! Never…ever! …Look back…


Details | Narrative | |

Leaving Home

There is a wee tall tale, 
 that me father told us three.
He'd heard it from his father before him.
It was part of his family tree.
He told of how he'd left Ireland,
and sailed the ocean blue,
to land in another country,
that to him was all new.
He told of why he'd gone there,
of the nasty deed he'd done,
and how he'd had to sail away,
and keep right on the run.
He told of how his mother,
cried when he sailed.
She wiped her tears on her apron,
and gave way to a sad, sad wail.
She knew she'd nary again see him.
This child she loved so well,
for he was now a fugitive.
His soul he'd had to sell.
So as the tears were falling,
she bid him fond farewell.
She kissed his cheek so softly,
and told him, her love with him would dwell.
And as the ship left harbor,
with this young Irish lad,
a mother's heart was broken,
with the pain of one who's sad.
I miss me mother dearly now,
for all these may a year,
but I'm glad to have you sons,
to be with me right here.
And the moral of this story:
If you must ever roam,
Take your mother's address,
so you can keep in touch with home.


Details | Free verse | |

on leaving home

on leaving home:
i have learned to count souly on myself
cause if i fail
i have only one person to blame
MYSELF


Details | Haiku | |

Lessons From The Leaves and The Tree II - Coming Home

Winter has arrived
its icy fingers knocking
the door of the tree

The tree was shaken
from her roots to her branches
afraid for her leaves

She love all of them
in all their sizes and forms
they are part of her

Life was good for them
in calm and stormy weather
they stood together

But life works that way
everything that is alive
has to return home

All the leaves felt sad
as they tightly clung to her
afraid to let go

But winter lasted
for months that made them weaker
they stopped holding on

The tree hugged them all
as the hour of parting came
grateful for the times

They were together
under the sunshine and rain
and bitter cold winds

Slowly the leaves fell
floating in sweet surrender 
as the wind blew on

The cold made them shrink
as they drifted far away
leaving the tree sad

Snow was pouring on
wrapping them gently with flakes
that felt very cold

Prodding them downward
to the ground of soft earth bed
where all leaves fell on

The leaves felt at peace
as the wind transported them
to the waiting ground

They became weightless
freed from all the earthly things
that had burdened them

Coming home is freedom
life on the tree was transient
a passing journey