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Heavy buckets of rain..
Falling from the sky
An explosion of heavy downpours..
A cold chilling night ..
feeling the bone chilling cold..
The sound of pouring rain is a safe haven..
When indoors..
Warm and cozy at home..
Homebound for the night..
Feeling a sense of security..
Dreading the moment of departure..
Departing from my safe haven..
Driving in my car..
On a deep dark road...
The sound of only heavy rain..
The sky is crying a thousand tears..
Windsheild wipers are moving at the greatest speed..
Hautingly eerie..
Briefly I see someone standing at the intersection..
A women desperately needing transportation..
Standing with an umbrella in one hand..
Thumb standing in another..
Feeling such compassion for a women desperately seeking a ride..
With no hesitation I stop and pull over..
A women stranded on a deep dark rainy night..
I have done a good deed for the night
A good Samaritan I am..
The Hitchhiker entered inside my car without hesitation..
Stating where her destination would be..
I..
Without hesitation proceeded to drive her to the destination..
Visibility is quite poor..
I continue to drive..
The hitchhiker pointed at her destination..
I quickly pulled over..
With a warm smile..
She thanked me kindly
Was indeed so grateful for the ride..
I questioned her destination
As there was only a massive sign
The massive sign ..
Of which..
Stated it was a Cemetery..
She graciously beamed..
And stated..
" I have come here only to escort the others to their permanent home "..
I must go now..
Rest assured you shall be rewarded for your kindness..
Goodbye for now..
Astonished and amazed..
Goosepimples had appeared instantaneously..
And ever so rapidly on my arms..
Strands of fibers
Standing straight..
I watched the woman hitchiker walk away happily..
A warm and lovely glow
A smile on her face..
She gracefully walked towards the cemetary..
And with a blink of an eye she completely vanished..
Vanished without a trace..
The gracious hitchhiker..
Was she a spirit guide in disguise ?
An angel in disguise?
A deep dark mystery shall always remain..
On a cold and rainy winters night..
Driving alone along a deep dark highway..
I awoke again from a sound sleep – as
with my previously described experience –
more a sense of spirit rising as opposed to actually
getting out of bed; before me, in the darkness, appeared
an old, dilapidated mansion, something
one might expect in a horror story – unable
to resist I found myself walking up the
creaking, wood staircase, then entering the
structure by way of squeaky door. Inside was a long hallway;
as I progressed deeper into the sanctum, to my
right were illuminated, glass enclosures
that I walked by, something someone might expect to
see in a reptile zoo or spider exhibit. Inside were
hideously tortured beings – arms were
attached, extensions of dead, leafless trees;
legs, sunk, welded into solid rock, black and
cold, not a shred of mossy green, not the sense of
anything remotely alive and thriving. They struggled
to free themselves, to no avail. I began hearing,
wailing: "Light! Light like I have never seen
before!" -- followed by crying, a shiver of teeth noshing;
"What do you want with us?", the wailing and
groaning now almost deafening. I replied,
I mean you no harm. Don't even know
why I am here. At the end of the hallway
there was curtain I parted...stepping inside,
only to be startled by a medusa-type-head
sitting on the floor – snakes wreathing from
the top where hair would be. "Paul Lucius
David...do you known this name?" I reassured
her, for I sensed it was woman, that I do not
know this name, nor I am here to harm
you -- the snakes wreathing wildly. "Paul Lucius
David. Do you know this name?" I don't
know who this is. "You will come to know this name" –
and it was morning".
Where shall I flee? I’m swimming in the waters of misery…
And I’m crying a river…I’m saturated in woe
How do I think cheerfully? I’m lost in the abyss…and the shadows won’t let me be…
And I’m bewildered… I’m fighting to break free…
(I can’t break free…
Where do I flee?
Why can’t I break free?)
The spiders are spinning their webs above me…
Bless me and untangle me from this madness…please… give me peace…I’m wasting away –
They’re preying upon me…they’re whipping me … warping their way inside of me
My saliva drips on the ground…I’m growing numb and I pray
The monsters don’t attack my heart’s desires…if I let them break free,
I’ll never be the same…I’ll never see the light of day
Where do I belong? I’m roaming in the fields of blasphemy
And I’m crying a river…I feel like an awful disgrace…
How do I find a pathway? I’m lost in fields of weeds…they’re producing catastrophe
And I’m bewildered… I’m trying to finish the race…
(I can’t keep pace…
The sweat is trickling down my face…
Why can’t I keep pace?)
The wasps are chasing after me…where do I flee?
Caress me and save me from the distress…stinging me in pleasure…I’m drifting away –
They’re hovering all around me… they’re harassing me…could you wipe away my tears?
Find me a place of rest…to make the sufferings end and I pray
The darkness will stop spreading lies in my head…if I throw away my fears,
I’ll never learn to face my fears…I’ll never know His way…
Where shall I go? I’m roaming in the fields of blasphemy
And I’m crying a river…I’m saturated in woe
How do I find the key? I’m lost in fields of weeds…they’re reproducing catastrophe
And I’m bewildered…
I’m yearning to let go…
I’m learning to cope with my fears…
I’m deserting my woe…
I’m wiping away the tears...
(that has been bottled up for many years… )
The spiders have ensnared me in their webs…
I’m in danger…I’m wrapped up in distress…
and there is no where to hide…
The wasps are tracking me down...I haven’t paid my debts…
I’m struck in alarm…I’m in a mess…
Please stay by my side – catch me as I collide
( We’re all together on this ride… )
I can’t break free (please relieve me from my despair)
Why can’t I break free? Where do I flee? (this pain is too much to bear)
I can’t keep pace (give me the energy to shine like the sun)
Why can’t I keep pace? Why can’t I finish this race? (give me some strength to run)
Fords Swallowed in the Bird of Forgetting
There are fords where memory drowns in its own shimmering waters
someone calls me from copper plants growing in the mouths of dead gates
nightingales sing with wings of ice in the warmth of resurrected cold
and within us are castles breathing blue flowers on immortal plastic horses
understand that we live in an immense bird woven from our forgotten flight
caterpillars clean us with their green lips branches growing downward toward the sky
a weary girl swallowed the canvas she was weaving from our kisses
let's kiss each other with a silver spoon the sweetness is burnt by the cold stove
here comes King Kong with his slingshot of stars washing our shirt with dirty clouds
here comes the professor with seven heads each crying a different note of loneliness
the ball plays us like twin brothers born from shattered mirrors
we nod and our head nods us until we lose ourselves in our own gesture
a girl with a face full of luminous soot from a moon unwashed for millennia
we race down the highway where the news roars with laughter at happiness's funeral
we look into the backpack full of forgotten happenings like living toys
everyone believes only they know the secret that all dream in common
I have in mind the happy period when I lived in my mother like in a liquid palace
I stayed there floating in thoughts about what I might need in that harsh and empty world
it rained she slept naked with me in her belly as in a warm and living planet
above the bed swung my sister the moon with her face eternally turned toward me
My heart can’t disguise
what I’m yearning for
time for the giving
and I’m wanting more
Drifting of thought
to dreams in the night
weaving to magical
I slide in starlight
Watching the wonders
of other worlds
soaking in memories
left to unfurl
Listened to melodies
streamed in the light
broken dreamed fantasy
in the twilight
Cracks in the mirror
echo my soul
something got lost
out in the cold
Searching for self
lost to the winds
was it a dream
does good ever win ?
Crying a heart
bled in the fight
sleep be blessing
this witches respite
Looked for hope
dropped to the seas
swim to the bottom
lay peacefully
Resurfaced from depths
floated in hope
these are the dreams
that help me to cope
Lost in the child crying in me
someday soon, be in wellness, shall we
The dream comes gliding
Murmured words
Out of dappled swirling light
The dream I dread but also need
I struggle to get away
At the same time breathlessly calling him
I embrace the dream
I am the dream
It always starts the same
Unfolding in a snowstorm
The sliding of the car then the crash
My dream spirit
Long raven hair blowing, floating
And the book of destiny opens
It is written
His departing cold fingers caress my skin
His dead lips kiss me
And the snow is falling
Then all is quiet, peaceful
His name engraved for eternity
I am shivering as real and dream entwine
And the crying, a haunting moaning
Drifts endlessly
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
Deep in a dream I see his earthly face
Entwined in his arms we rival the wind
Even eternal death cannot break this love
Soaring over lakes that stretch forever
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
Up we glide on his majestic wings
Where cliffs rise a thousand feet
We hover at his resting place
My tears falling and kissing his tomb
Come my darling, says my, come fly tonight
Deep inside this dream we fly as one
Only those who have lost love can understand
Until the pastel violet of dawn comes creeping
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
And I wear a mourning cloak, Oh how heavy it is
And the crying, a haunting moaning
Drifts endlessly
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April 4, 2013
Poetry/Lyric/My Only Love
Copyright Protected, ID 04-468-608-04
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
My eyes are crying, a flood no one sees,
Each tear is a whisper, carried on the breeze.
They mourn for the moments that slipped through my hands,
For dreams turned to ashes, like forgotten sands.
In silence, they weep for the love that won’t bloom,
For shadows that linger in this empty room.
Each drop holds a story of anguish and loss,
Of a heart that’s been shattered, a soul that’s the cost.
They weep for the battles fought deep in the night,
For a spirit that falters, dimming the light.
In the depths of despair, they carry my screams,
For the hopes that have faded, for broken dreams.
My eyes cry for pieces of me that have died,
For the weight of this sorrow I cannot confide.
In the stillness, they bleed, a relentless decree,
A haunting reminder of the pain that is me.
The dream comes gliding
Murmured words
Out of dappled swirling light
The dream I dread but also need
I struggle to get away
At the same time breathlessly calling for him
I embrace the dream
I am the dream
It always starts the same
Unfolding in a snowstorm
The sliding of the car then the crash
My dream spirit is there
Long raven hair blowing, floating
And the book of destiny opens
It is written
His departing cold fingers caress my skin
His dead lips kiss me
And the snow is falling
Then all is quiet, peaceful
His name engraved for eternity
I am shivering as real and dream entwine
And the crying, a haunting moaning
Drifts endlessly
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
Deep in my dream I see his earthly face
Entwined in his arms we rival the wind
Even eternal death cannot break this love
Soaring over lakes that stretch forever
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
Up we glide on his majestic wings
Where cliffs rise a thousand feet
We hover at his resting place
My tears falling and kissing his tomb
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
Deep inside the dream we fly as one
It is only in dreams that he dwells
Until the pastel violet of dawn comes creeping
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
And after I wear a mourning cloak, how heavy it is
And the crying, a haunting moaning
Drifts endlessly
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April 4, 2013
Poetry/Lyric/Murmured Words of Love
Copyright Protected, ID 13-724-983-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Best Love Poem #5,
sponsor, Skat
Third Place
Little heart, but diamond kind
A heart, just live in the life; in the air, in the sky, in the ground, and the hell’s life
The poor heart is alone, not humankind, the wind of life takes everywhere this heart
Little kind of heart, but a great flower of emotions, like the radiation of the sun’s life
A loving heart, just a living memory of the life, still on, but the pain in the heart of the heart
… kills this little heart; yes. This heart is a living dead, a dead, in the life’s cemetery. A kind
Our world is only an illusion, but so painful – maybe there is no illusion – crying a little heart
Little heart, little heart, just stay a little heart; the rays of your petals are blown further…
… by the wind…, stay always a little diamond heart kind, and teach to the world; love kind
Little heart, little heart, the only heart, remember me, and I give you to God for life; bye…
… bye
got me thinking about
when i was young
drawing a picture scar
shopping with
my parents
in north
of ireland
british armed soldiers
pointing guns at us
security checkpoint
i remember
a cold feeling
running down
my spine
mum warning us
to keep the noise down
these people
are dangerous
could kill you
in a second
she said
to us
say your prayers boys
guns are upon you
feeling darkness crawl
the devils tools
ten at the time
stepping out
of the car
my father grabbed
the barrel roughly
of the gun
with venom
in his voice
the blood boiled
feeling fathers rage
in the child witness
to such an act
roughly saying
stop pointing
that gun
at my children
makes one cry
how a world
they sat by
saw or country
in pain and suffering
being tortured
love is peace
terrorists are armed
soldiers employed
to kill innocence
you are now
seeing the world
through wisdom
grants you keys
into the souls eyes
that have saw suffering
become meek
crying a child
in fear
seeing my father
brought to his knees
on the ground
my mother
going crazy crying
saying what
is wrong
with you people
a higher
ranked soldier
walks in saying
that is enough lads
leave the man
to get back and sort
his noisy family
out laughing
like we were
beneath him
i hugged my dad
thought they
were going
to kill him
i remember
gritting my teeth
an oath
one made
as a child
when i get older
i will kill you
to this day
i remember
his face
that of darkness
a ten year old child
looking at the power
of the gun
staring growling
into the face
distorted sight
of a laughing satan
of a man
leaving a scar
on a child
one of
pure innocence
you really
got me thinking
opening up
inside the mind
on this
one wound
i have long
forgiven them
but it was
rememberance day today