Best Lossmay Poems
I
Boastfully, I regret no deeds,
my sins are minor, lame, and weak.
These children, though born dead, are strong,
like a necromancer, I make them dance.
Machineries, and wretched whores,
all linger midst my core's hollow depths.
So violent, I reproach their names,
like demons, they return the favour.
Silence now, no not a sound,
save for my gears, grinding gold.
A littany, these vicious lines,
meant to be enjoyed in Death.
So let me sleep, wake me not,
the Grave is my truest home.
Quietly, I shall decay,
and I will become my art.
II
Burn this body, this sinful cage,
bound to Earth's pleading ways.
My soul is chained within,
the keys just out of reach.
Pleasantries, I crave emotion,
intoxicated, I find them here.
Cells may rot, the better then,
so that the soul may roam.
Spread the ashes near and far,
somewhere left unseen.
Not valiant, not brave,
I am the Coward's King.
So still my heart of violence,
let the impurities flow.
Diminish all your foolish laws,
this soul belongs to me.
Sometimes moving on is hard
There’s so much past to disregard
But if you look real close to see
You’ll recognize the beginning about to be
It may be sorrowful or may seem sad
But, that’s not to say that all is bad
For if you dare to take a closer look
You’ll find the happier things mistook
It’s not about being a mother or being a wife
But about being more to yourself in life
It’s okay to be scared and it’s okay to cry
But, sometimes the best thing is to say good-bye
*** For Lanine
I may be a slave,
I may be a bird in a cage,
I may be just one
But I am me,
And I am here,
With wings to fly
And words to fear,
I stand before you,
Bringing you a bouquet,
That you may smile
To brighten your day
Oh, beautiful rose,
A smile sweeter than day
Lighten my hour,
This day forth,
With each passing
Moment, I am re-born
Take my hand,
And come, walk with me.
Today, I Guess
I stood in the shower, ‘til the water turned cold,
felt like a tough day was about to unfold.
On the edge of the bed, I sighed and got dressed,
I’m gonna’ really miss someone today, I guess.
The pot of coffee I made was a little too strong,
I lost count of the scoops, and perked it too long.
Like a wet, heavy blanket, you can’t throw aside,
the last page of our fairy-tale, storybook lied.
The bill must’ve arrived for past sins I must pay,
I guess I just really miss someone today.
Picked up the newspaper, again and again,
I’m seeing the words but I don’t comprehend.
All my thoughts and my focus, just seem to digress,
I just really miss someone today, I guess.
The sun may be shining, but my skies are grey,
I want the hot sun to burn these dark clouds away.
Like eyes on a painting, I’m staring so far away,
I guess I just really miss someone today.
The unscathed proclaim, that time heals all wounds,
still I’m haunted by flashes from a warm afternoon.
Perhaps more time is needed, but nevertheless,
I just really miss someone today, I guess.
Feels like my ship's docked in Melancholy Bay,
I guess I just really miss someone today.
My spirits always pick up upon her arrival,
her loving smile is essential, to my soul’s survival.
Before falling asleep I whisper, “Darling, I had a bad day”,
she says, “I know you did honey, I had one yesterday”.
We get up every morning with great loss to address,
that’s what happens when you really miss someone, I guess.
The sun may be shining, but my skies are grey,
I guess I just really miss someone today.
c Copyright 2007
Earthquakes or volcano eruption,
Famine or flood
Are some of the natural calamities
Which cannot be stopped by any human ability.
In earthquakes houses and property are destroyed.
In volcano eruption lava is erupted.
In famines flood is not found,
In flood water reaches up to the
unlimited bound.
Rain, wind, sun and cold,
Are four gifts from God!
These may be helpful or may perish
In human life's relish.
Such are the calamities of nature-
They may be destroying some lives
also in the future.
There he is, there he dwells; be ever wary of him.
Do not think that all is well; must not be conquered, by sin.
You must watch; truth be told; He is ever, watching you.
You may try, to be brave and bold; your family will also die too.
You may chance upon his tower; Man shall kneel, become forever humble.
And deeply suffer his awesome power; your tongue, your words, shall become a mumble.
You may dream, think, and wonder; Begin to ask brothers, why?
But these are men, can’t even ponder; the reason of a woman’s sigh.
Then I searched, pondered, and looked for; the answer, to let me break free.
Freedom; I crave, nothing for more; Then I was, I could see.
Then I knew that he must fall; He must be humbled, thrown off.
All have come, together in call; they were stern, none were soft.
Then we left, marching to tower; Men make ready, for the coming end.
Prepare to make him cower; all was still, grass didn’t bend.
There he was, yet meek, without care; anguished beyond any cry.
Dead yet alive, more than despair; His crown rolling on by.
Turned to me; quiet as night; Sad, angry all from sin.
Began to fade in the light; I cried, he was my only kin.
You may want to be famous,
But I don't deserve this..
So leave me behind,
And follow your dream.
But don't you dismiss, the way things could be.
Born to be a follower,
You can not lead your life.
Falling into the dust,
Of other peoples lies.
Forever was there waiting,
But you passed that offer by.
So forever's gone forever,
I sadly sing these lines.
You may want my heart,
But you've lost that forever,
So shut this ruinous door,
And scream your goodbye.
This weight off my chest, it's gone for the night.
How do you even begin to assess your losses
While you house still smolders in the dark
Can you even try to recover what has been damaged
When the smoke still burns behind your eyes
You step timidly over the edge of the rubble
You once so grandly referred to as your life
And stare into the charred abyss
Wondering if it even matters where you start
Or if picking up the pieces is worth it at all
And some dark, sad, scarred, and tired corner of your soul
That knows you may just be too tired to rebuild
That part of you reaches into your pocket and fingers those keys
Fighting with all its might, the urge to just drive away
But oh how easy it would be just to cut your losses and go
Like you’ve done a thousand times before and run
Hide awhile in a bottle and a bed
A carnival of chaos and self destruction
With lights bright enough to blot out the darkness in your soul
At least you know how that’s done, that at least you can do
And this just seems to hard
But as you turn the key in the ignition something clicks
In the engine and your mind
This may just be your last chance
To finally get off the roller coaster
That has only ever gone straight down
And the instant relief of checking out and going numb
May finally have cost too much
So with shaking hands and stinging eyes you put down the keys and turn
You take a breath and smell the smoke
You pray to a god you’re not sure you believe in
That you can find the courage to rebuild
Bless your precious heart
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Bless your precious heart
I know it’s never
easy losing someone
That kept the essence
of your
being alive and living
But now that they are gone
You may no longer feel like
you are living or breathing
And that’s not very
difficult to understand
Because we have all lost
a dear
loved one from time to time
And that’s why you must find
The inner strength to carry on
And if you no longer
have none of your own
The good Lord will
provide you with the
strength
that you may need
by giving you
his shoulder to lean on
So that he can help
you get through
the most difficult times
Because he is always there for you
through
the good times and the bad times
As he always will be until the very end