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He lived in a world of pure destruction,
of hate and deplore.
He sat locked in his room,
staring at the dark.
The bruises on his arms were aching,
the cuts on his face were ranking,
the feeling in his heart was sinking.
He knew his parents had gone out,
to party and have a good time,
and when they got home,
they’d be ready to pummel and thrash him.
He’d sit there and wait,
until they were done,
then he’d cry to himself,
all night long.
His grades were dropping,
his friends were disappearing,
his voice was lost.
One day his parents returned,
ready to harm,
but more harshly than usual.
They smashed his windows,
and beat his walls,
they threw and hit him,
with blood smearing everywhere.
They stuck the glass through his arms.
They hammered his head.
They damaged his eyes.
They pounded his chest.
And then they stabbed him a few times in the heart.
When they overlooked what they had done,
they ran far away.
When the police finally came,
it was too late to save him.
The police officer said to his partner:
"So sad how a boy of such young age had to go through what most adults fear."
I watched them gather round
The warmth of your flame
Like campers at campfire time
Huddling close to you
Pushing and jostling
For the best place
I saw your warmth
Dancing off their faces
Small cinders escaping into the night
I followed the sparks drifting up
On the chilly breeze
Riding high…disappearing into the stars
I was cold
I was alone
On the edge
And yet…I dared not go near you
Though your light invited me
And I wanted so much to be warmed
By you
Yet….how could I find a place
By those encircling you
Watching the mesmerizing display
Of your orange and yellow flames
There was no place
Among the gathering of....
The strong, the beautiful, the insistent
So, on the outskirts I stayed
Tears trickling down my cheeks
Cold
Alone…
I waited…I held back
Until they all left
One by one
Some bumping into me
Not even aware that I was alive
I waited until you had almost died out
No longer on display
But a warm glow of embers
Still orange and glowing with desire
And I approached
Shyly…
Longingly…
Needing to see you dance
For me….only for me
And I coaxed you
In my clumsy way
My fingers cold
My heart ablaze
Suddenly....you burst into flame
A pillar of fire
Miracle of love
For I had not added any kindling
But my little heart
And yet it seems you had waited
Knowing I would come
And my slightest touch
Made the flames spring to life
Voracious flames
Flames reaching the high heavens
Your heat overpowering
Consuming
I almost threw myself into you
Wanting to reach the center
Of the heat and warmth
Of your beauty…
I spent the night
Out under the stars
Lying naked
Yet not cold
Naked
Yet not ashamed
Naked
Yet not shy
For your glow was my covering
I let myself be touched
Time and again
By licking fingers of fire
By the burning flames of your desire
For….ME!
For Gail's Contest
Touched by Your Flame
May 27, 2013
My heart has become a soft silhouette.
There where horizon meets mind's farthest hill.
Disappearing with imagined sunset,
Never to see dawn again from love's chill.
Love became quiet dark moments, erased,
Without warning or an understood cause.
The questions unanswered, the silent space,
A final rush of bitterness, to pause
I'll wait the last evening we'll ever see,
And stay the saddest tears, that slowly fall.
I'll chase the good memories, let them flee.
And empty my heart's pain, I can't forestall.
My breath will shallow, my eyes will be closed,
Asleep on a hill, broken and exposed.
contest 9/7/15
Everyone thinks you cast a spell on me.
I did not say the words that bind, you did.
As you whispered them into the atmosphere.
You tied our souls together.
Not I.
You know the risks you where taking when you entered into my lair.
You rekindled a fire.
Raised a passion that wanted to be forgotten.
You unchained a dragon.
Released the magic.
Felt it stir the air.
You thought your magic to be strong.
Your spell to bind me for a lifetime.
Oh how wrong.
When we parted I did not fall apart.
For you should know a dragon will never leave her heart.
Never giving it all away.
My craving for you is fading.
My desires dwindling.
A longing for you disappearing.
I taught you how to touch.
How to caress.
Where to settle sweet kisses that would ignite.
Making love in ways you will not forget.
So now beware.
You know my magic to be stronger than yours.
Your spell has been uncast.
Now it bounces ten times three on thee.
Your heart.
Your soul still craves me.
You have been rewarded.
You have joined the ranks within my muses.
The soul heart you think you captured will never be.
To be my gate keeper.
To be the one that holds my key.
My Knight must be one in three.
In a world where time flows like an untamed river,
I keep my soul like a lighthouse illuminating the storm,
When life whispers to me like a passing wind,
The call of the pen becomes a song that resounds.
I will not bury feelings in the cemetery of the heart,
For it would be cruelty to the stirrings from the depths,
Whether in restless mornings or uneasy nights,
Giving life to words is my sacred and pure right.
In this hurried world, I find a moment of respite,
Capturing ephemeral moments and weaving them into tapestries of poetry,
Unspoken words do not wait forever to be said,
They scatter like leaves in the wind of oblivion, disappearing.
So in the clamor of days, I stop and listen,
Letting my heart beat the rhythm of unforgettable words,
For they are echoes of the soul that must be released,
Before they are lost in the silence of time, like a tumult.
Through woven verses, I give voice to deep silence,
Building bridges of light between desires and dreams,
Knowing that only thus can I keep the moment alive,
In a world where time flows unceasingly, unscathed.
The past is a thought.
The coastal fishing town in Peru was charming
its upland was bare and light brown, with roads
looking like scars caused by a triple Bye-Pass.
The sky was enormous, the biggest ever seen
but was unmotivated, not a cloud around.
Teresa is a short, lovely woman in well-filled jeans.
Ah, jeans, one wishes for the skirt’s reappearance.
We hired a car and drove up the bare hills.
The driest of landscapes weighted down by dust
Tiny villages, four houses and a cantina, not a place
for the young, Lima was their dream.
At the top of a hill, we stopped, and afar the Pacific
glittering green living up to its name.
We were in love, the transient kind disappearing
in the morning light; told each other lies and enjoyed
the sweetness of dreams.
We drove back before darkness, the road narrow.
Teresa worked at night, with many trawlers docking.
A stolen moment by two people whose youth had
passed us by, but we remember how sweet it was.
I felt the darkness growing wild,
Flooding my thoughts with doubt and despair
I felt the shadows start to invite,
My heart was burning with fear and pain.
I felt the light fading – so dim
Pouring out worry and depression
I felt the music diminishing, silence beginning
My heart was a distant ache, hope vanishing.
I felt the wonder disappearing like a vapor
Stilling my mind so my life wasn’t graceful
I felt the song of my soul walk away from me,
My heart was filled with doubt and anguish.
I felt all these things – the fears and the tears
Rising to shame inside my heart where I knew
I felt like I’d lost the way to real truth –
Then God sought my heart, reminding me…
He is there – always alive and always near
Willing to lend His light, His everlasting life
Willing to lead me home, where He is known
As the joy and the hope, the love that ensures…
Wherever I go, whether day or night
He is there with me, a friend forever – leading the way
So I know what it means to be free from pain
Free from all the fear – because He takes away the shame and guilt,
Shows me how to live for Him,
The One who takes away all my sin
And gives me hope that I’ll one day live in heaven, with Him!
A silky-spun weave captures my attention
with its soft circular radiance
reflecting rainbows;
its fixed yet floating form
plays in sways of dappled sun,
appearing, then disappearing
as it is caught and released
by lighthearted fingers of light..
filigree beauty of the vacant web
captures my smile.
Amidst the ample weave
and supple spill of trellis green,
fruitful with a passion-palette
of June's nectar trumpets -
sprightly iridescence with a lusty hum
zips then hovers then zips again -
vying to capture my attention
with its flashy
flash...
nectar of my spirit healed with joy
my smile lasts an eternity.
My life's been a 'he's become a broken, bumpy ride.'
I am not sure how many trips I can abide.
While he comes, goes, leaves and slips from my side,
I daydream about a smooth, gentle tide.
It is from our depths we did always confide.
Now his ways seem as secrets the night hides.
I truly need for him to give me clues
about his friends, Moony Trends and Mangled Blues.
Both characters only recently showed
and both seem volatile enough to explode.
He reinforced the cellar door with sandbags
on the outside where yard air is so sour, I gag.
Now he wants to cement the cellar ceiling
and place a bed down there in case a malady
renders him contagious and in need of healing.
I never know what is happening or how the
words 'trust me' are but sad and maddening.
Why does he look to me for assurance
when he self-sources every disturbance?
He has developed such a worrisome act
with reasons that loom vague and inexact.
Seems his sanity is disappearing
and something catastrophic is nearing.
Commitments seem to becoming a thing of the past
Once upon a time, you could rely on a person's word
Now that seems to be disappearing fast
How many times have you heard from your politicians, let me commit to you
This is a promise you expect them to keep before reality takes over and they don't follow through
A promise, a pledge is something I take seriously, that is what it means to me
Some people's words mean absolutely nothing, leaving you up a tree
How about the partner that seems fully committed to you
Next thing you know they have found someone else, and once again commitment has fallen through
If you can not be a person of your word, then what do you stand for
Think of it, if everyone stopped fulfilling their commitments all at once, chaos would prevail like never before
Our world would become a better place overnight if we would all just stick to our words
Following through on what you say, would that be too absurd