Don’t be dismayed at something that goes on forever.
It never happened in the first place —
only a slanting aspect of the constantly reconfigured patterns
nature loves to play on an uncertain sky.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
In shadows deep where our weary hearts were cast,
Hatred blooms, for the garden’s trust is past.
Stubborn weeds now choke what love had sown,
Their roots entwined, shroud what once was grown.
Words once so tender shatter into fragments.
Bridge collapses; strength too frail, laments.
Apologies fall silent, they're lost in the air,
Echoes dissolve and fall into a hollow stare.
We clutch at shards of once-mirrored memories,
Deceiving eyes with lame, fractured histories.
The warmth we knew lies hidden away out of sight.
In shallow graves that mock the hope of daylight.
A circuitry of broken wiry veins remains,
Forgotten paths grow wild into tangled chains.
New bridges rise yet they're shattered torn,
Their severed, frayed wires, make healing forlorn.
We wander through this labyrinths of pain,
The ghostly whispers, lost, echo and remain.
Warn us that healing comes in slowly with the tide,
That certain wounds we'll never turn or hide.
Words of sorrow fall like bridges into the abyss.
No balm is enough for what collapsed, went amiss.
The past laying fallow, without consent or grace,
Still haunts us with the mask of love’s face.
Damaged, once dismayed
they return to the fray
Beaten down by the grind
they can’t leave behind
Won’t they shrug off their wounds
shake off the gloom
Where is the will
to restore the hope ~
yesterday saw them bloom
Perplexed and dismayed
In the seeming misery.
This bewildered soul so abashed
Within the bodied figure so jittery.
Daunted her deep-felt presence
He wonders, if lost.
Heart sobs within, in cold sweat sequence
To what does this cost.
Uncertainty seemed a bedrest
One not pleasing to behold.
In what way does this become a test
Yet the mind feels a stronghold.
He mumbled through the dark intermittently
Ferreting a glimmer of hope to come.
Braced skillfully and Concomitantly
The love of her succor draws Him not to keep mum.
Dedicated to the Lyon's/Tyson family
Sergeant John F Lyons
Donna Chadwick Lyons
Christopher Lyons
Teresa Jo Tyson
what do you do
when you miss someone so
It hurts
I grieve for you, oh
Where do you go
Counseling you go, you go to the Lord the Lord , the Lord
I'm dismayed
In this I Pray
again and again
I'm dismayed
this I Pray
can I see you and them again
in heaven, in heaven and Father I say again and again
I am dismayed this I Pray
I want to see them again in heaven, in heaven
I want to see them again in heaven oh Father I say I never got to see them here they have gone and passed away
To walk on this Earth no more
And Lord I'm so sad that I do miss them so
I pray they're in heaven and we shall meet and greet again someday
I love them all so
9/13/19
Written words &arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr 2019©
Were Dismayed While Being Afraid
We put things off and them had delayed;
After seeing bad results were dismayed;
Must be sure,
Can endure;
Never did it again after becoming afraid.
Jim Horn
What was going through your head
When you decided to end your life
Did you consider your love ones at all
Leaving behind your sons and wife
Failing to show up for work on Monday
Not calling or coming home that night
Leaving your family frantic and scared
So cruel of you to leave them in this plight
You were reported missing to the police
Your car found on Tuesday near Niagara Falls
Witnesses seen you jump in the icy waters
Just thinking about it.....my skin crawls
Three weeks later, your body still not found
Your wife is still struggling to stay strong
Posting pictures of you in happier times
Sorrow you left behind will be lifelong
Now your boys will grow up fatherless
Never understanding the reason why
Damage done to them emotionally
Tears of confusion and anguish as they cry
A small community remains shell shocked
The awfulness of it all is so hard to digest
The reasons why we'll never truly know
May your tormented soul now be at rest
12/ 09/ 2013
*A sad and true story, his children are in my son's school.
In the distance
A stranger sees the smoke.
His attention is heavily veiled
overburdened under an obsessive cloak.
a shrug to forget
Unable to shed his curiosity
his focus exiled within
this animosity
A few goodbyes
departing his tent now
with only a tiring pace
his lust for truth made avow
Forever he runs
until the sun begins to set
it's too late to falter
still closer he gets
The sky a distant gray
tempted by the aftermath
the remnant of a blaze
suffering twisted wrath
His breathe seized
arms begin to shake
about to lose himself
in more than he can take
Amongst the burnt logs
The ashes dispersed
a simple gesture
a sight most perverse
Sorrow overtaken
perplexed to the edge
a whimper away from
transcending the ledge
Covered in ash
scarred beyond recognition
someones everything
someones simple proposition
This innocent bystander
Overcome by defeat
driven to madness
As he hears its last beat
There, burned at the stake
A tragedy galore
His trust, his love
His very core
This man witnessing the
demise of my black art
the source of curiosity abroad
My charred, fractured heart.
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