In all these years that I thought you were gone,
I grieved for you and prayed for the strength that I could and would go on.
I hoped and prayed it was just a bad dream,
That I would open my eyes and life would go on as it had been.
But that was not to be,
And when I opened my eyes I was brought back to reality.
I face this time searching for a place to belong,
It's when I heard the mountains call out to me.
A voice saying over and over cone to the mountains my lady.
They beckon me to come home,
Home where I belonged.
There I know you’re waiting for me,
Waiting on the mountain for his lady.
In all these years I thought you were gone,
I grieved for you and prayed for the strength that
I could and would go on.
I hoped and prayed that this was just a bad dream,
That I would open my eyes and life would go on as it had been.
But unfortunately that was not to be,
For when I opened my eyes I was brought back to reality.
And so I face all this time all alone,
Searching and hoping for a place where I can belong.
In the distance I hear the mountains call out to me,
Saying over and over come to the mountains my lady.
They beckon me to come home,
To come home where I belong.
It is there I know you’re waiting for me,
Waiting on the mountain for your lady.
Mild obscurity
At the local supermarket, a woman not a day over seventy-five
asked me where she could find unsalted butter spoke
with an American accent.
What do I know, perhaps, she was related to the Kennedys?
By the butter- shelf we stood, there was a spark between us
like the Ronson-lighter I once bought in Liverpool, a heavy
lighter, I always knew in which pocket it was; now that smoking
is a sin the lighter ended up in the garage, only to be used
in extreme perseverance,
I had seen her before, in Trieste in 1962 she was a spy for the CIA
Smoked posh Monte Carlo cigarettes through a long holder
while drinking creme de menthe.
My wife stirred; leg cramps switched on the bedside lamp
and I was brought back to reality.
TEEN PASSION
As we walk along the path of a nearby valley,
Teenagers in love, where the laden fruit trees shake out
Their shadows onto the green luscious grass, we feel the
Sheer ecstasy of the moment, is there anywhere else
I would rather be than with you, in an unpeopled
Place, where the sweetest of meadows mesmerizes
Us, and the mating song of birds, stays in tune
With our mounting passion. The sunlight filters through
The orchard whose ripe intoxicating aroma is for the
Taking, as are you and I, we feel encompassed by nature,
Drenched in the enormity of the beauty around us, our
Hands clenched in a sweaty clasp, entranced, our heightened,
Ardour now screeching for one another’s attention,
We lay down, urgently, impulsively, body and soul excited and
Apprehensive, longing for what is to come,
We passionately embrace, our lips touch, such blissful
Love we made, lying naked allowing the breeze
To ripple across us, we once again embrace, only to be
Brought back to reality by my father’s far away voice,
“Afternoon tea is ready, come and get it kids”
She walked into the room capriccio, with her hair bouncing and flowing rhythmically. The room is now, acceso with excitement. She walks A cappella,
yet some kind of charismatic tune, began playing in my mind, as her classical shape gracefully glides, con affetto past my table. My heart skips a beat then presto, dolcissimo on a crescendo. Con fantasia my mind, follows the music,
as her eyes meet mine. Poetico, her eyes read like two love songs, sognando and magico and I was only brought back to reality, by the charming aria,
of her laughter, as I had inadvertently, spoke the names of this duet.
Lighting up the room with her tunes, like an ancient glow of vibrant runes Changing the time and place, by the presence of her grace Like your new favorite song, you must gladly sing along With your heart dancing inside and your mind carried by the tide
As an instrument of your dreams is now a reality, it seems
The music is not by chance and it has begun, the romance
I step outside
And breath in the air
And around me now
I stand and stare
At the dead, leafless trees
No, not dead
Just bare
The fallen leaves
Now silent
Sit
Like a towel fallen before the plunge
A carpet of reds and golds
Set atop the green grass below
One last colorful show
For us to see before the snow
Before winter comes
To cleanse the earth
In a frozen white
A snowy plight
All around as far as sight can see
A time for fires
And jackets warm
But here I stand
Before the storm
My gaze now blank
For I wander in thought
Thoughts that travel far
Amongst the winter stars
But I’m brought back to reality
By a passing car
Biting her full lips
Her sweet strawberry breath
warms the air around us
The breeze of her conversation
dances across my face
Interrogating my tastebuds into life
Her simple touch electrifies my skin
As my whole world spins
amid the whirl of dizzying senses
The utter beauty of her visage
Barely inches from my own
Convinces me that I am completely hers
And then, as I realise
That my breathing has all but ceased
I am brought back to reality
She gently squeezes my arm;
“It’s all over now, Sir -
Your wisdom tooth is out!”
walking away satisfied
returning home fully recharged
that will change come thursday morning
i will focus my brain on forgetting....until the alarm goes off
as i unpack, i begin to think about how blessed i really am
my friend maurice mohammed reminded me of that recently
i take a look outside my window and a smile appears as i lightly nod my head
amazingly i am thinking about the scenic route for next summer
all of a sudden, the salty air seems to be coming from each vent in the apartment
i can taste the lobster potatoes
i can taste the alaskan whitefish
i can taste the grilled jumbo shrimp salad
i can taste the buttery garlic breadsticks
i can taste the tropical colada....and i do not even drink!
then a vision of a hot tub completes the overtaking of my mind
it is then that i get another smack on my butt
with a goofy laugh and a playful sprint, i am brought back to reality
....another lesson learned about Being Blessed....
You can only say, do, want so much
With a changing mind
such as my own
darkness to bright lights
im always alone.
2 unknown colors have been mixed together
But such beauty they have created
Both Rejected by truth and uncovered by the dark
Both Brought back to reality and blinded by the light
I can never be yours
With a changing mind
Such as my own
Walking talking breathing living
I’ll always be alone.
Such a vivid sound
Liquid running through my soul
Such a reoccurring mind boggling state
With a changing mind
Such as my own
Ive closed my eyes
The darkness showed me to the light
Your hand pulled me away from life
I am now in your zone
dont leave me yet
I don’t wanna be alone.
Today I woke up!
I woke up!
I woke up!
Yes, I woke up.
I was brought back to reality.
Reality?
Whats reality?
Oh reality is a life full of pain,
and full of joy.
Reality is . . . bittersweet.
I walk down the hall
and see so many hurting faces
I remember how it would feel
to go home and cry everyday
There's always someone in so much pain
That they're all alone and don't know what to do
At times you forget that it's always around you
but you need to be brought back to reality
Some are still stuck in drama back from High School
That's the main thing you learned in school
How to deal with people
not the education
I walk down these halls
and hope they find happiness
as my heart goes out to them
I cant stand havin me alone
Its like I gotta have you home
I cant stand the feeling
I want your presence known
No use to call
The answer is not the phone
Its like I miss you already
Now isn’t that crazy
Is love really this heavy
Your presence is so divine
Sometimes I wanna fast forward
And make you mine
I think of you
To try to get the mentality
But only sadden
That I’m brought back to reality
I only hope for the day
That you will actually stay
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