These days once treasured
monuments are let
to weather away
or are bullied
and bulldozed to rubble.
Others have small cracks
picked at by compulsive minds
bent on excavating small lesions
into large, gaping wounds.
We are left with sad avenues
lined with inflated puppets
convulsing in weird gyrations
by belly fulls of blown air,
each with a power cord
stuck up you know where.
Eighty today
Thirty years gone
Time doesn’t balance those numbers
He was a hard man
Built from things he never talked about
But what he taught me holds
I still feel his presence
In the parts of me that don’t break
The Parting from the Drowned Voice in Memory
I ask you only to see the aged child within me,
that luminous ghost carrying his spear melted in burnt wax,
with black carnations that bloom inverted toward death backward.
Seek the one who perished waking wrongly in my place
and rose up asleep in the dream of the one who lies standing
in the warm breath of the earth frozen by long summers.
He alone can still weep with eyes dried by heavy tears
through these motionless steps of the world drowned in blind light,
among the transparent roots and soft stones flowing like water.
At the border of the forest fresh from rotting one can drink the thick smoke,
boy, one can see the kingdom impoverished of its treasures.
The dead joy of the city alive until the last damnation, the heavy shadow
of the one who brings sweet darkness, the one with ankles wrapped in cold flames...
Listen to me, the one who was born with my heart outside my chest:
at the last silent call of the living machine we will unite parting
and we will sell ourselves like the lost saints for a palm of mute gold.
In halls where silence cloaked the dread,
You raised a voice, though fear had spread.
With leaflets fluttering like doves in flight,
You lit a candle in the night.
Not with guns, nor iron might,
But truth and courage, fierce and bright.
A rose in winter, pure and still,
Defying hate with steadfast will.
Your words, like whispers through the air,
Asked hearts to feel, to act, to care.
Against a storm of brutal lies,
You stood with clear and open eyes.
Though gallows claimed your final breath,
You did not bow, not even in death.
Your petals fell, but not in vain—
They bloom where conscience dares remain.
White Rose of Germany, proud and free,
You taught what strength and soul must be.
A bloom of hope in darkest hour—
Forever grace, forever power.
As fate will play its role
And legend will tell
For super stardom and limelight
The greatest have fell
The Silver Screen, fortune and fame
Rock-n-roll will never die
From Janis to Jim
Bonham to Bon
They given us so much
Elvis to Lennon
Jimmi and Randy
They had the touch
Let's not forget
Stevie and Kurt
Take a walk down that well beaten path
You're all still in memory
Hidden by Heaven's Par can lights
Well see you in the past
You flew beside me, small and brave,
From west coast skies to the ocean wave.
Tucked in close, not a sound you made,
Just calm little heartbeats, never afraid.
I gave you a friend, a buddy to share,
Skipperely wheeked, and you both were a pair.
In cozy corners, you’d nuzzle tight,
Two little souls curled safe each night.
But illness came like a thief in the night,
And you, sweet Gizmo, began to lose your spark.
We trusted a hand that wasn’t so kind
He never looked close, never gave time.
He chose the needle when there was still fight,
Never tried gas, never made it right.
Didn’t give you what might’ve healed,
Just rushed the end, a fate sealed.
And I was left with a heart torn wide,
Empty space where you once lied.
No more your squeaks, your gentle stare,
Just silence and Skipperely waiting there.
But you were more than fur and paws
You were love without a single flaw.
You knew my voice, you knew my scent,
And in this world, that means so much.
So rest, my boy Gizmo, my sweet little friend,
This isn’t goodbye, love doesn’t end.
I’ll see you again, where skies are wide,
And you’ll hop to greet me, just by my side.
So many friends came to say goodbye
Remember the good times, not going to cry
You were such a part of everyone you knew
A special someone for everything that makes up you
Hard to accept that you are no longer here
Keep waiting for the moment when you reappear
It really hit me, hearing the songs you wrote
Nobody else could quite hit that same note
You just had the voice, perfect for that sound
Never could be matched, from anybody around
You've always been a part of us, somewhere in the background
It doesn't feel right, not having you around
This may have come late, but now I realize
You have always been a special part of our lives
Standing here by the shore
Far beyond my long gaze
I see the earth and sky closer
My memory turns into quiet sea
That reflects through generations
Every thoughts I have is all
For everyone I dearly love whom
Like dew on grass - pure, sincere
And filled with light but now long gone
Time slows down to let me whisper
To my ancestors in the silent hill
Where candles on graves light not for sadness
But remembrance as lanterns of hope
Lighting their souls to heaven's home
Let the God of destiny hear my sadness
As I can't hold my tears to fall
Mix to the waves as additional salting
My intermittent gasping is my deepest sympathy
To my memory to my lost loved ones.
Darling Judy, here I am
Howling at the moon
I just cannot understand
Why did you go so soon
Only angels know, but they
Never speak to me
Wasn’t near you that day
Where I should have been
I can’t see you in my dreams
That I’ve seen before
They return like waves at sea
I don’t know what for
If you only knew, my love
What has become of us
Can we date somewhere above
In the cosmic dust?
Not a sign from you, no word
But a fact you’ve gone
And this sudden loss you brought
Will be carved in stone
Our google photo albums
I am looking through
You’re adorable dependence
My eternal you
Here’s your olive tree, and lawn
Flower beds, and hose
Saved in memory, you’ve gone
But your garden grows.
We lose our loved ones since life is wayward.
For everyone, the breath of death, it stinks.
Its kiss, calamitous shame. E'en flowers
turn martyrs, beauty burns, and despair sinks.
A proud mother barred from her cherished calf.
She hates the dark hole, black toll, worthless tomb
which stakes a Cross, and none will wish to laugh
when elephant sorrows sit in their room.
Delivering the soul that once possessed
this womb, love's fired quiver, miracle born
to seed fresh wonders ~ we had been blessed
to follow your springtime steps too-soon shorn.
Now, standing as rainbows still scroll skies wide,
our hopes on Calv'ry stayed, whate'er the tide.
Crossing over
into the realm
of non-description
reference and paradigm
sleep alone
Borders falling inward
upon themselves
leaving only what
the mind forgoes
—and the soul forbids
(The New Room: 1-15-2025)
I get excited every year
To be down by the river
And to enjoy the 3 meals a day
To see all my relatives
To play fun games all night
To sing songs around a campfire
But now it’s all seems so different
The river has lost its charm
The food doesn’t taste as good
Most of my relatives don’t come anymore
The games get cancelled by the rain
The campfire isn’t as warm
She was such a lovely person.
She never judged, and was always helpful.
She kept her composure when I couldn’t.
She never snapped, never got angry.
But now I know.
I know what was said behind my back.
I always thought she was so kind.
She trusted me with her secrets so I trusted her with mine.
With my secrets she fled.
She spread them like the plague.
I wished for them back,
I sat there and I begged.
I always thought she was my best friend,
Now I’m not surprised it came to an end.
But thank you anyway,
You kept me busy and kept me feeling alive.
Just know, nobody laughs at my jokes like you did.
Better in memory
It was an adventure.
It was community.
It was friendship.
But with time, all things must fade,
Just like a mascarade.
Long long long ago,
I would play,
In the blocky world of make believe,
Nothing built can last forever,
As so they would say.
Dear younger self,
You are beautiful, your skin was never “to” dark
It is just fine, infact it’s perfect. Don’t base your skin color on your worth.You are enough.
Live in the moment, don’t spend your childhood years trying to grow up.
You’ll look back wishing mom sent you into your room for a nap as a punishment. As weird as it may sound you’re going to miss being able to take a nap without having any repercussions.
Also enjoy the time you have with the family, Because before you know it you’ll be a senior ready to graduate and move states as soon as you get that diploma and you’ll go from being able to walk down the hall to your siblings room to tell them your day. To having to call them on facetime and only seeing them on holidays.
Cherish the time you have with grandma more because before you know it youll go from being able to call her everyday to speaking to a stone wishing it could talk back to you.
Lastly just live in the moment don’t rush things.
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