When I awoke this morning
My love you weren't here
I doubt you ever do return
That is what I truly fear
If only you'd come home to me
I'd hold you dearly in My embrace
Kiss you softly on your forehead
And wipe the tears from your face
I've already forgiven you for leaving
I hope that you can forgive me
I pushed you away with my temper
This is my fault anyone can see
But I realized your love is better
Then getting loud to have control
There will be no more outburst
Think of all the happiness they stole
The air in my lungs is less important
Then you being here in my life
I'm sorry for every tear you cried
I'll be a better husband for you my wife
Home before dark
I said
Forgot the midnight sun
I did
Ship’s mast
at last.
Home is the sailor; home from the sea …
~Robert Louis Stevenson
I can’t come home to you tonight—
The Dusk has locked the Door—
And Winds—arranged in ragged Choir—
Debate along the Floor—
I heard your Lamp—across the Miles—
It flickered—calling—Me—
But Circumstance—an austere Host—
Insists on Company—
So keep your Silence—woven warm—
Around the absent Chair—
And know—though I cannot return—
My Ghost is always There—
For Distance is a minor Veil
When Souls—by Lantern—see—
I can’t come home to you tonight—
But Night—comes Home—to Me—
The opaline morning milky skies
I can’t hear the birds
They have flown without goodbyes
To the better world
Outside it’s very quiet
Just like by remote
Sounds come when off I stride
Up and down the road
With a bag full I return
From the morning gloom
I’m a guest here on my own
In the sitting room
Would you come to visit me
Even as a vision?
Shall we drink the airy tea
I need your decision
Come in any shape or form
Come like self-deceit
You’re most welcome, it’s your home
Yours is the best seat.
Come Home
I dislike Israel, but I accepted her as a historic
happening and a place where Jewish culture
can flourish undisturbed by foreign culture, and
thus can sink into navel-gazing.
But it cannot be so Europe without Jews and
the Jews without Europe`s culture is a script
of a disaster not yet written.
We in Europe need the Jews as scientists,
in the arts, but the Arab World does not need
resentful Jews who brought an iron heel to people
for a crime they have not committed but guilt that
lives in the culpable images of Abraham’s people.
I wrote this in 2009 but many things have changed
I would like to come home
But I don’t know the way.
Send a map and a key
And I’ll start out today.
I’ve been living alone.
Turned my back on my friends.
One encouraging word,
All the loneliness ends…
It’s all falling apart.
Built upon shifting sand.
I’ve been thinking of you.
Won’t you reach out your hand?
I took all that I could.
Tossed it out to the wind.
I could stay where I am…
More than I want to spend.
My life’s in disarray.
Time to clean up the mess.
Send a mop or a broom.
I’ll start working, I guess.
I thought life was a game.
I believed I could win.
Let that all fade away…
And a new one begins.
Bridges have been burned behind me.
Hiding where no one can find me.
But it’s over now. I’m ready. Ready to come home.
Walls are tumbling down around me.
Seems Fate has finally found me.
So, it’s over now. I’m ready. Ready to come home.
Can I come home now Jesus?
It seems I’ve been away a long time
I got lost you see
All the roads looked the same to me
And the lights were never so dark and cold
As when you weren’t there at my side
Can I come home now Jesus?
I’ve been very lonely without you
There was no one to listen to my stories
Or share my tears when I was sad
I don’t know if you noticed Lord
But your world is not very friendly
For the poor you loved so much
Can I come home now Jesus?
I can’t promise to be perfect every day
Or to remember to give thanks for your blessings
Occasionally you’ll shake your head
And wonder about me
Or why I got into such a mess
When you were there waiting to help me
How could I forget the heavenly Father’s
Enduring love for me?
And when I do come home Jesus
May I leave behind the fear that haunts me
The voices telling me I am worthless
The past that lives in my todays and tomorrows
May I live your promise of peace and love
When you open your arms
And welcome me hom
It seems an eternity, waiting
for the cows to come home.
They never will, and so why
do I wait so long to take a hard look at myself?
Mirrored reflections caught in the bourbon glass,
fractured and foggy.
We drank more than our share last night,
and my memory fell down the stairs,
rolling with the bottles,
bruised,
yet always out of reach,
a blue moon waning in the distance.
The 1960s hover,
phantoms of a past we romanticize,
awaiting their return as if
a forgotten song might suddenly play,
but we can never go back,
to flower power,
to protests in the park,
to nights where anything seemed possible.
Lost in the haze of our youth.
I await their return other things,
like an old friend who swore to come back,
but never did.
Promises dissolving ithinvair,
like smoke rings we blew into the night sky.
And here I stand,
waiting,
for the cows that never come home,
for the past that never repeats,
for the moment I finally look,
deep into my own eyes,
and see not what was,
but what is,
and what might be.
A pain in my chest, no its in my stomach
Could be it in my heart?
Finding love so close yet so far away in my mind
I reach for the stars each night
Look for planets that are close yet far from each other
The two of us are close yet so far in mind
I want love
I want cuddles
I want to feel soft touch of someone
Where is it?
Its so simple but its so far an tears me apart
Why is it so hard
Why do I feel lonely at times for what I have
I shouldnt be lonely if I have a lover
Come home soon my lover
Your voice I miss
Soft touch of a kiss
Sweet scent of urs
Come home soon to my heart
I can wait ages to see your smile
Everthing about you always make me smile
I will never let you go even if we are far apart in this world
Soon you will come and I will wait
Even if its just a visit I wouldnt mind the wait
Come home soon my lover
So, you are in jail,
no, I will not pay your bail.
Your mental illness
made me the villainess
in your life.
You ran away,
refused to stay
when I said your delusions
would follow like lumens
in your mind.
My hope is now you're confined
the voices in your mind
will quiet down,
perhaps will drown,
and allow you to come home.
Aloneness
metamorphosizes
into isolating loneliness
with haunting banshee-like screams;
daily caged inside
perennially mute
four walls,
a divorced empty nester.
Inhabiting
a home
once filled
with mirth and chatter.
In much happier times,
his refuge;
now a lonely prison,
Until he steps out
the front door
to plenary freedom.
There on to you!!!
Your idiot brother
Hovered over a Starbucks,
Your sister was seen
Cruising Rodeo Drive.
And Uncle Henry
Got hold of a bottle
George W. Dickle
Tennessee Sippin’ Whiskey
…and you know Uncle Henry!!!
Left his “vehicle”
In the river….
They’re still dredging
Papa says he’s had it with you guys
And Mama said
She’ll leave a light on.
Your best bet is…
Head to the border
Claim asylum
Head for San Francisco
…You’ll fit right in.
Love
Auntie Grnshht
I got up very early breathing in scented air,
beholding the beams of light that came from far;
and looking outside pure joy built up inside;
all is awakening: He always keeps His promise!
How comforting is to have freedom without anxieties
and imitate fearless eagles that spreads their wings;
will I seek adventures never imagines, written or told?
Will I go to the remotest places nobody ever explored?
Earth is a wonder with its majestic mountains and waterfalls;
beautiful are the lush meadows with marigold and sparrows!
Finally, my thirst will be quenched at the nearest bubbling brook,
and the ravens that have traveled far will share my water and croak!
Who needs more rest a farmer, a traveler with sheer interest?
or a novice poet that hasn't found a muse to inspire his verses?
What is taken more to heart happy kids or those with sunken eyes?
After a tiresome journey, we get nostalgic and we come home to rest!
Whenever you travel.
Wherever you roam.
There'll always be
a welcome home.
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