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What wondrous night so warm and magical,
I saw you through the tangle of leaves, the breeze gently kissing your delicate cheek.
You weaved slowly to and fro as the yellow Chrysanthemum moon
spilled its molten gold onto your velvety cloak of regal blue.
Tall tendrils of bamboo played percussion in time with your symphony of branches
as I sat beside you and you whispered your desires into my longing ear,
every muffled word, music, every sound gentle like bells heard at a distance.
Your scent lofted into the night air, fragrant and sweet, honey on my longing lips,
your petals soft and perfect.
Was it all but a gentle dream?
The sky opens and rains your tears
Your heart is broken from all your fears
Your mind is clouded and there is no sun
You ponder perfection but I’m not the one
You search your soul to write your life’s story
But you cannot find the words as you sit and worry
A flash of love inspiration blinds your spiritual eye
But the darkness returns to gray your once blue sky
Pictures of hope adorn your world’s dreary scene
The white future is now all but a shattered black dream
You swim in the ocean of black sadness and pain
Clinging to the normality of being insane
You search your soul to write your life’s story
But you cannot find the words as you sit and worry
A flash of love inspiration blinds your spiritual eye
But the darkness returns to gray your once blue sky
An umbrella of lies covers your once true head
You wander from the path and with others often misled
You contemplate the journey you hold in your hand
Your heart and life are your own and only yours to command
You search your soul to write your life’s story
But you cannot find the words as you sit and worry
A flash of love inspiration blinds your spiritual eye
But the darkness returns to gray your once blue sky
As time and space dimensions jelly-fish…
Quiet falls the cement-turf of lock-box seas;
Milky Way kisses answer my wish -
She nestles ‘neath an orchard cloak of apple trees:
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Gray! Everything is gray! Gray is the sun!
But there she is…Providential Happenstance;
Butterflies turn. Acceptance - There’s nowhere to run.
Besotted silhouettes all but shadow dance
Achromatic Royalty speaks by way of muted denial.
Her silence floats fire upon fairie-flute notes. Clair de Lune.
She is a piano; She is forbidden fruit.
Unwrapped, she plays me to please the colorless moon
But still, magnets dance in tight embrace -
Our feet float fire upon cement courts at Wimbledon;
Wrapped by love - loved by shadows their hearts erased -
A queen’s colorless eyes briefly firefly flicker forbidden sun
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And now, when time and space dimensions intertwine,
And with my fate convene while I’m in dream;
Where sleep disbands, awakened thoughts opine -
Not unlike pink, does Cleopatra seem.
2/1/2017
I shed pieces of my lonely mind,
turn it into ink and let it dry,
to feed a soul that wants to see me cry.
She awaits patiently, on the other side,
reading all but never tries,
to see, I am more than what she thought of me.
I am her happy days and I am life,
I am the never ending battle, eternal fight.
For her peace, I’ll let her fly,
though, I cry.
We could have been, so much.
Every dream and every desire,
every promise that God had inspired,
served, before us both,
we lit it all on fire.
So the sky cries, as I do too.
It’s been forty days and forty nights,
since I last saw you.
The only one I hate is time, for it is all so cruel,
could I go back for a moment, linger on a view?
My words, they no longer have meaning,
I wrote novels and pain is so demeaning.
My feelings are just as moments, carelessly fleeting,
leaving me so, so cold and broken.
I envy, every single soul that knows peace.
I’d give ever piece of me, to feel a breeze,
pass through my hair, so I could feel free.
I’m shackled to a moment.
The promise of life, a torment. Dreams, desires, love.
Chained to a rock, stuck inside a river,
the current passes and I too weak to shiver,
fall behind a world that labeled me a sinner.
The water rises and my lungs they beg to breathe,
this realm it seems is violently free.
Ignoring the will of the evil or pure,
chaos is calm and letting go, the cure.
So let the flow wash away my pain.
Let the angels eyes dry, the sky not know rain.
Let it all be alright,
let it be okay.
As darkness wriggled into every place,
The land was governed by a veil of silence.
The previous vivid life had left no trace,
All but some crickets singing in defiance.
The mortal realm stood petrified as though
Succumbing to the conquest of the night.
However, in the sky, a tiny glow
Was rather willing to put up a fight.
What a one-sided clash of force
Conducted by the rebel and the tyrant,
And yet a brutal one without remorse
Between the little David and the giant.
Oh, how alike we were, the lonely star
That dwelled in an unfathomed galaxy!
Though separated by a space too far,
We both possessed a common destiny.
We were the beacons of sagacity,
The last remaining citadels of light
Amidst the ocean of opacity
That wrapped the whole world in the depths of night.
It’s so hard to believe, now that she’s grown,
No longer the little girl in pigtails that I use to pick on,
That she has a husband and a family of her own,
With twenty-eight years of memories all but gone.
I still think of her as a child every now and then,
Amazed at how she grew up and matured so fast.
I don’t remember much anymore, but I know I will again,
Because, so see who we are today, we must look at our past.
Sometimes I wonder if she remembers the same things I do,
And, if so, do her thoughts make her smile or frown?
I know our memories come from a different point of view.
For me, it was a good thing, growing up in our small town.
She’s impressed me over the last few years, more than others,
Since she has been raising two kids and been in some jams.
It’s so incredible to watch her in action as a young mother.
One of these days, I need to tell her how proud of her I am.
I know that I haven’t told her enough how much that I love her,
But I suppose that’s just the way that things go over the years.
I hope she knows how much I enjoy having her for a sister,
And I would do anything for her, no matter the sacrifice or fears.
Always believed that everything would be fine
Your pride has built a dark wall
Life slips away, we are dust in the wind
Have struggled with rock crushing for a long time
The nights of wonder so dark and cold
Tell me what's behind the wall
I gave my all, but it still wasn't enough
Can't fly anymore because you have broken my wings
One year goes by quickly, six years is a long time
I hope tomorrow will be a fine day to move some rocks
“Picture Perfect” ... never doubt it
I don't believe in tomorrow
Well, I declare.....
I detest my claim to fame!
Without a doubt, it is my shame...
I cannot tame, my tangled mane!
Did you know.... my wayward hair does not play fair?
It's almost more than I can bear!
Well, now you know...It is my woe!
My locks will grow two feet a night!
My awful plight,.... this frightful sight
is not a joke, no laughing matter!
And if I stuff it, in a hat.....
it looks like rats have raised a litter!
When it's not tucked inside my hat...
the cat attacks, jumps up my back
and digs it's claws into the thatch!
It isn't easy, to detach, she makes her bed
and sleeps the night upon my head!
It weighs a ton....and it's no fun
to keep my head upon my shoulders!
By afternoon my neck gets sore
it must be cut each day by 4:00
to keep from sweeping up the floor!
Such a chore...that I abhor!
I can't ignore my tangled locks
that strangle ankles and my socks!
And then I trip....and then I fall
and that's not all......but must not bore you any more!
But could YOU handle locks like that???
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For the "I Declare" Contest, sponsored by Judy Konos
Suicide is an action with no return
it’s not glory or the release you yearn
chapters of life all take their turn
happiness love heartbreak concern.
And though some perish ending life
they do so blind to parents strife
for it is an action NEVER right
in time there’s day at present night.
The lesson of depression is carry on strong
you may get the impression all but stress is gone,
giving up is the only giving wrong,
press on this impression will lesson before long.
Press on through pressure
be strong whatever
and be assured it is clever
to fight depression together.
Bad days are notable good days go
life is always to and fro
and these are days that see you grow
that’s why they make you feel so low.
Many have walked this path before you
many now talk and laugh have found new
I have walked with haunting doubt too
the majority beat it suicide for a few.
Just know this truth,
I break the rhyme to speak to you,
although you feel bad today,
REMEMBER,
your life wasn’t always this way,
youthful happiness,
maybe a crush, a kiss or achievement of the past,
you ENJOYED those days,
now gone,
that’s life,
and like those times, this time too shall pass,
that’s life.
For now you’re down and doubting can’t see a way out
no sound you’re drowning your head in a cloud
going round and round what’s life all about
there’s love and there’s happiness waiting to be found.
Know this, I believe in you,
am pulling for you to push through,
someone that you never knew,
because I've seen what us humans can do.
I believe in you.
25/11/2019
The naked truth of present youth is pathetic and non-poetic.
Some are searching for Nirvana in other’s ideals
others have given up.
In bottles and pipes, we find a few, if we actively seek them.
But who does? Few care.
Youth of today slithers through alleys,
like cobras searching for big rocks.
Rocks that will tell them what to think, and who to beg money from.
Poverty parades around in their plastered minds.
Not all, but some.
Some make a posse and hang upside down in a backyard forest.
Entrusting their flesh and madness to nicotine and marijuana.
Time spent pursuing things that keep them on the edge.
I turn my head, trying not to notice.
Pseudointellectuals are making fun of the status quo.
No surprise there; they do not fit, so they bite it with snake venom.
Ripping it apart. Not only in America, but worldwide.
Disappointing their established parents.