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CHIMERA
(verse 1)
I’m scared to go to sleep,
so, I fight to stay awake.
But, I know the sandman will eventually win,
and my eyes will become heavy like a zeppelin.
Until that time comes around,
I’ll play him for the fool.
I can’t explain why I’m terrified,
the words aren’t taught in school.
(chorus)
I’m trapped in a scream dream,
and serenity is coming up fast.
Things aren’t quite what they seem,
and the calm won’t last.
Now, I”m floating on a lake,
with the eternal crystal snake.
(verse 2)
My skin turns as white as coke,
and my blood scorches my veins.
The walls are closing in all around me,
and the snowflakes burn through to my soul.
There’s an exit somewhere, but, I can’t see,
how do I get out of this hellhole?
Will you help me find my way,
or, have you already closed the doorway?
(chorus)
I’m trapped in a scream dream,
and serenity is coming up fast.
Things aren’t quite what they seem,
and the calm won’t last.
Now, I”m floating on a lake,
with the eternal crystal snake.
(verse 3)
I put my feet on the cold tile,
a floor that’s as old as the dead.
I pass out and choke,
you think it’s a joke.
I’m gambling for my life, against the grim reaper,
but, I’ve got the aces up my sleeves.
Now, I’m walking in the valley,
between the living and the dead.
(chorus)
I’m trapped in a scream dream,
and serenity is coming up fast.
Things aren’t quite what they seem,
and the calm won’t last.
Now, I’m floating on a lake,
with the eternal crystal snake.
CHIMERA
9-22-95
Lyricist Inc.
David A. Porter
it was the week after Christmas,
the one when fate had granted me my fondest wish,.....
(a lustrous, ruby-red, Schwinn bicycle that sported a basket in the front, and a bell to ring.)
On that cold, late December night, I'll always remember how suddenly the sky was stained by the color of alarm
My young mother leaving her warm bed at three in the morning
without tying her robe, rousing us all with calm haste
Deep red reflections seeped through mud-splashed window screens
as she shooed us like sheep, down raw-grained stairs.
She pushed us from behind with her two hands,
out the door, and onto a frost-slick back porch,
into the wee hours of early light.
By then, wide-eyed, we stood and watched the fire from a safe distance,
as it consumed our garage. And, my bike.
From the frame of the doorway, and the top step's narrow slat
she enveloped me in her folds of chenille to keep me from shivering.
The cool of her hand on my shoulders,
watching my dad in his attempt with a hose,
to douse the inferno,
all the while, in a faltering voice, warning him to keep safe.
Sounds of sirens wailed in the distance
When I looked up into her face, with anxious eyes
I remember her soft, reassuring voice
"Hush now, don't cry"
"Everything will be alright."
I don't remember much after that,
except looking down, at her bare feet
turning blue in the cold
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Whispering leaves, summer breeze,
A time to postpone all destinies.
In crimson gown, she's on the town,
'Til the dark eyes go slowly down.
Leaving memories of the golden hours,
Laughing children in leafy bowers;
The sunny noon, with the robin's tune,
And the feverish blossoms aswoon!
But, a time comes for the surrender,
When there's nothing more to render;
And where the bluebirds I have known?
It's fate sometimes to stand alone.
In the languid, violet, creeping chill,
Night embraced before, embraces still.
Palest moon, when the stars are out,
Peace is what these moments are about!
As the ghost of day goes his weary way,
To return again through another doorway.
But, for now, he just bids his goodbye,
To the glowing, lovely ruby of the sky!
You won't find me in someone else
Im not perfect
I didn't do everything right
I'm not
I didnt
But I tried.
To grow when I needed to
To face the discomfort of our inner truth
Instead of running from it
To fight for what mattered
Once upon a time.
One ordinary day
It became painfully clear
You wanted my heart
Without the responsibility
of how you handled it
You wanted the feeling
Of having someone next to you
Without the work to keep it
You wanted my love
Without having to build up on it.
I didn't want to let you go,
You know.
How could I accept
Something I loved
So deeply
Was discarded
By someone I loved even more?
So I held the door
Open wide
For every time
You walked out of it
You chose everything else
Pride
Ego
Distance
But never me.
So now,
The door is closed.
Not because I want to.
I never wanted to give up on you.
But because
I cant spend the rest of my life
Standing in this doorway
Holding this door
Waiting for someone
Who chose to leave
I loved you unconditionally.
Even when you didn't understand what unconditional meant.
I was patient,
Even when you couldn't meet me with the same.
I saw everything good in you
Despite surviving every part of you that broke me.
There aren't many people who will do that.
Some people will never value love
Until they no longer have it.
You will experience all the chaos
While you search for it again
But every place you look,
You'll only find people unable to give it.
You'll spend years
Searching
Waiting
Trying to find it again
May the world never fail
To remind you
Of the rare love
You once owned.
One that tried
Forgave
Stayed
Saw you
And wanted you anyways.
But don't come back for it
When you don't find it again
It'll already be gone.
Locked behind the door
You kept walking out of.
Maybe I forgive you.
I will wish you happiness and joy
I may even always love you.
Some days I might miss you.
But I will regret you.
May that regret
NEVER be the reason
That I forget what it took me to heal.
So no.
You will never find me again.
I was already gone
Before you left.
Moonshot in the Spotlight Way gone jazz, tenor man, notes flying high like a moon shot, tearing the dusk apart and leaving a hole in the sky/
When you dug into his music, you didn’t listen with ears alone, you tunneled through color/ bright, brighter, brightest amber and emerald, electric blues and crimson sparks of colors that pulled you closer to Saint John Coltrane/
Man you felt his jazz pluse up and down your spine/ His horn shined in the club's spotlight, His body boppin' to the bands flo in time/ his every breath a comet, every note a constellation of peace and prayer/and the crowd moved as one, a living galaxy of listening to the way gone tenor mans lifes journey through his horn/
The drummers cymbals keep the groove and the bass player loosens the beat/ Man, It's the heavy gravity of the tenor man's sound that flips you on a hip trip/ The way gone jazz tenor man becomes a lighthouse in a sea of rhythm-N- Blues guiding souls through jazzy funky chords, and maybe even Bebop you can use/ In this night, the hole in the sky becomes a doorway, threshold where the ordinary jazz sheds its old clothes and becomes the new thing to behold/We step through, aligned with Trane's horn It's bright seam digging deeper to find that the way gone jazz tenor man's music wasn’t an escape from life but a ladder to something larger, braver, more true more real that will carry us home, closer to the divine, through sound. with jazz and Coltrane at the wheel for all time/
I hope I marry a man who loves me in ways the world can see.
Not just in quiet words spoken when no one is around,
but in crowded places where his eyes still search for me first.
A man who brings me flowers for no special reason,
on an ordinary day,
simply because I crossed his mind
and he wanted me to know.
The kind of man who waits for me while I get ready,
leaning against the doorway with a soft smile,
watching me as if even my smallest habits
are worth remembering.
A man who loves me not only in grand gestures,
but in the unnoticed moments—
the comfortable silences,
the gentle touches,
the way he reaches for my hand without thinking.
Someone who makes the ordinary feel extraordinary,
until the simplest days with him
become the memories my heart holds onto forever.
I hope I marry a man whose love feels like home—
steady, warm, and certain—
the kind of love that never has to be questioned,
because it is shown in a hundred quiet ways every single day.
The emergency call reached the paramedic. A baby was about to be born.
He could hardly see through his windshield, as he battled the raging storm.
A 3 year old girl greeted him at the doorway and allowed him to enter her home.
She took him by the hand and said, "This way doctor man,"
and then led him to her Mommy's room.
It was a very dark night, so he asked the child to hold his flashlight
so he could assist the baby from leaving its mother's womb.
He held the baby by its legs and spanked its little bottom.
The baby cried and a new life was born.
With great concern the paramedic asked the young child,
"How do you feel about what you just saw?"
"He should have never crawled up there in the first place," she said,
"You should spank him again once more."
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I received the above in a Fwd: Email.
It was written in the form of a joke.
I then revised it poetically,
at least that is my hope.
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ORIGINAL:
Fwd: Childbirth
Subject: Childbirth thru the eyes of a child
Should a Child Witness Childbirth?
Here's your answer.
Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call. The house
was very dark so the paramedic asked Kathleen, a 3-yr old girl to hold a
flashlight high over her mommy so he could see while he helped deliver the
baby.
Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked. Heidi pushed and pushed
and after a little while, Connor was born. The paramedic lifted him by his
little feet and spanked him on his bottom. Connor began to cry. The
paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the wide-eyed 3-yr
old what she thought about what she had just witnessed.
Kathleen quickly responded, 'He shouldn't have crawled in there in the
first place........spank his butt again!'
He slowly made his way into the bookstore…unsteady on his feet…
using one of those medical walkers…with wheels and a seat.
Not only did he have trouble walking…but all his words were slurred…
as he greeted me from the doorway, however, my heart immediately stirred
Because once I returned his greeting with a smile…that smile was all it took
for him to tell me he was a magician…in search of magic books.
As we talked he told me he’d had a stroke…something even magic cannot fix
and if there was time when the store was empty…he’d show me some magic tricks.
I looked around and smiled…the store was empty and since I love magic a lot
I said, “There’s no one in the store at the moment…show me what you got!”
He smiled then took out a deck of cards and to my delight and surprise
even with his shaky hands and slurred speech…he had me mesmerized.
He told me the old jokes he tells children when he’s performing…
I’ve heard them all but I laughed at them just the same…
(Being a dad who likes magic and jokes I understand when people think your jokes are lame!)
He wanted to purchase two books on magic…but after all the magic he had spun…
unbeknownst to him…I rang him up for one book…and I bought him the other one.
For I believe in one of the basic tenets of Native American philosophy…
Woven into their traditions and way of life is a belief in reciprocity….
It means if you are given a gift…even something simple like a few tricks from cards kept in an old pack…it is up to you to accept that gift…and then give something back.
It’s true for the Earth…for the plants and the animals…for the waves that break upon our shores…and true for an old unsteady magic man who found his way into my store.
Whats on my mind
Depends on what I find
Searching for my star
It's out there shining , so far
So far Away
Lord ,so far away
Thing I thought true
Little that I knew
Love never grew
Walking on
Walking on
Times never change
Just the impotence seems to rearrange
what once I stood for
Became another empty door
Nothing more
Nothing more
Parts I left behind
Never wanting to find
The Doorway back home
Heart meant to roam
Little did I know
Life wasn't that great of a show
Doesn't matter
The mad hatter
Was just stuck In between yesterday and tomorrow
Cause he couldn't get past his sorrow
His love or Alice
She was full of malice
Stole his heart
So he fell apart
She went back to the real
Then broken he did feel
Passing time
Writing this dumb rhyme
In principles of love,
there is no perfection -
it is not your master,
nor are you its slave.
In my poetic heaven,
muse needs no inspiration.
Cradled in my beloved's arms -
her embrace gentle and warm,
her petal like skin, tender and aromatic.
Her nature calms my childhood sorrows,
as all fears disappear.
This could be my final resting place.
Soothed by her angelic fingertips,
heavy head heals, resting softly, upon her chest,
listening to my name echo from her heart -
each beat creates a rhythm of romantic chants.
In the deepness of her eyes,
I can see the doorway to my soul.
Lyrics to a poem not heard before.
As our lips merge,
through the connection of breaths,
we create poetry without words.
There is an art to love, sadly not all are artists,
so seek the one who inspires your palette.
Simple Musing
Silent One
4 November 2020