a quiet fairytale
Why so quiet he asked most sincerely,
I don’t want to rattle the skeletons in the closet said she,
the noise of rattling bones stirs up dust bunnies
and the mites of secrets lost in debris
at the bottom of old trunks and older tapestry bags~
You can tell me anything he declared earnestly,
old mites and dust bunnies have never scared me,
and though my own secrets are most mundane
they’ll hold hands with your skeletons and muffle those bones
so we can live life forever quietly, comfortably.
I dragged this cig, my brain went far gaga,
The same cigarette brand that brought me joy;
A puff, and I slipped into a pooh-Bah,
One short drag became enough to destroy.
My legs wobbled, the world around me spun,
I heaved heavily, yet relief slept still;
The fun I sought had never yet begun,
In its stead, I commenced a mental drill.
As I puffed a new cig to chase a fad,
Deeper curiosity did arouse.
How can a mere cigar torture so bad,
A dream taught me the thought in intense drowse.
Later I learned the cig was laced with crack~
The closest I came being a junkie;
That pal later picked madness in bump's track,
Why I never became a crack flunkey.
I want his warmth and broad shoulders,
I’ve cried on them so many times
but tonight I don’t reach out to him
asking to dry my eyes.
I want his bellied laugh,
and the gentle way he breathes
I want his arms around me
as he helps me drift to sleep
I want his playful comments,
cause they’re funny and they’re kind
I want to hear him talk for hours,
to help relax my mind.
I want to eat too many cookies
have some hot chocolate or some tea
I want to build a pillow fort
and watch some dumb movie
I’m not looking for romance,
I don’t want kisses just to spend
a tired night of cuddles
with my closest, dearest friend
Father showed us how to care
Clarity of stream
How I have seen
God brightness peaks through
I could not ignore I just knew
God carefully shown
Heaven our home
A reason to gather
Has always been laughter
God is always working
Our heart did the giving
Virtuous sight
Let there be light
This truth was given
To make us listen
God raised our bar
To show who we are
God cured our thirst
We are the salt of the earth
A faint scarlet glow
behind me
Allows me to see
the lines
Supporting me
Beyond the lines
Silhouettes fall
from the sky
Creating a gentle
rhythm to match
the winds
I’ll follow this piper
wherever he leads
A small patch of sea
below
Calm in the turn
Only to awake
in the undertow
Rippled glass
Flowing
Calls to me
Silent sirens sing
for me to fall
A slower decent
Glows from the tips
Of my fingers.
Hanging across the lines
That keep me from her.
Its ashes scatter.
Leaving to tell her
I have already answered
their call.
They boast to her,
“It is easier to deceive
when they think you are
giving something in return”
There’s a reason “lose”
Is inside of the word “close,”
'Cause even you can
Lose all the very people
Who are the closest to you.
My heart is my closest companion
Aside my shadow
My heart is my
Closet friend
A Friend that never dies
A friend in all and for all
A friend that speaks
Always
It never silent
A friend in all and for all
Aside my shadow
My heart remains my guide
My way to understand
And feel my concise
It never tore me apart
But protect my ambition
A friend in all and for all
An ear of nature that listens
To life and speaks to my soul
Closest Thing In My Mind
What in my mind can be closest thing;
Piano playing and choir which will sing;
Facial expression,
Great impression;
God in His presence always did bring.
Jim Horn.
Two broken eyes slumped back in his head,
His mind escaped from the war,
Numb gently cradled all the man that he was,
As he floated on down to the floor,
Then, a distant dim light beckoned for him,
A light at the end of the hall,
He knew he had to go to this light,
So he got to his knees and he crawled,
And he fell through the light into the bright,
He felt love, he felt joy, he felt care,
He felt all the things he never had felt,
He felt all of those things in the air,
"Doctor, he's awake, our new friends returned",
Confused, he looked into her eye,
And knew, in a moment, his suicide had failed,
That he'd crawled out to live and not die.
you are closest
to me
more than the heart, nerve, veins
you are closest
to me
more than the thought in written, spoken, unspoken
you and me
both are
fragrance of flower
unseen but all lover can feel
-18/11/19 CTG, BD
Loneliness
It’s not always bad
Sometimes it hurts
Sometimes it’s sad
Loneliness
My closest friend
calls me so often
I wish it would end
Loneliness
There are times that I like you
When I can focus on myself
Where I can stay true
But loneliness
Who am I kidding
I let you in often
...
Too often
...
Everyday
Loneliness
I have things I yearn to do
People I want to meet
Places I have to see
Loneliness
Would it be okay
If just for today
You leave me be
Lovingly Dedicated to My Closest Friend, My Mother
My loving friend can caress cares away.
With simple gestures meant to pleasure sway,
She turns my smile upright and firms its stay.
Such kindness meets my same, I do oft pray.
As balm she soothes incurred hurt, ache and pain.
Together, life’s rude battles lose their strain
As handled by our combined wit and brain.
I hope her loving light will never wane.
She matters so much to my fragile heart
That I view her as my dear counterpart.
We sometimes separate, but never part.
I love her laughter, value her brain-smart.
We grow and change like season’s nature hues.
With candor we explore life’s many clues,
And, God knows, we both paid quite hefty dues.
As precious gift, our friendship joys accrue.
What she may need, I pray to aptly grant.
What dims her joy, I strive to best supplant.
What hurts her feelings, I seek to decant.
What her heart wants, becomes my own heart’s chant.
O Death, thou art man’s closest ally!
From his mother’s womb thou hath banded with him;
thou were there when he exhaled his first breath.
Even than his veins, thou art nearer to him.
Surrounded by thousand mirrors, he sees thou not,
yet thou art more visible to him even than his own flesh.
Incessantly, he strives to free himself from you,
yet he could not do without your touch every night.
Alas! This touch of yours he calls ‘sleep’;
In his language he defines your touch (sleep) as
“a natural and periodic state of rest during which
consciousness of the world is suspended.”
Indeed God is close to man, but, O Death, thou art closer.
Life is death; Death is life.
Right from his conception in the womb of the living,
and from his first inhaled air of the land of the living,
man begun living his death.
Obviously, thou art no stranger to man;
thou art man’s closest friend.
Thou art a friend to all, indeed;
yet, remains a friend to none.
Therefore, let man learn how to be a better friend to Death.
So is it heart or is it soul
That creates the closest bond
And what role has mind in its conception?
And oh, the sacred fire! What is its coal?
God’s pleasure in no deception,
False flattery, or someone conned!
Both heart and soul can be mislead,
The mind imperfectly grokking
And yet new baby bonds announce their birth
Even if parents won’t admit the deed
Their joy is felt throughout the earth
With no time lost in stalking.
All perfect gifts come just from God,
Perfection's halls can brook no strife,
So closest bonds are surely more than love,
The path to lasting bonds lies smooth and broad,
The first bond forged by heav’n above,
God’s closest bond is simply life.
"That thing"
that doesn't have a name
but in the end it
envelopes you
It takes on a life of its own
even your moods are
determined by
"that thing"
try and shrug it off;
it will cling to you –
From its cocoon
it will sometimes flourish
into something beautiful
"that thing"
Sometimes elude you and me
especially when all you wish
for is for “it to happen”
it has the strangest timing
©040920121404
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