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Let's cast these words at a funeral like shards in clay pots
like hard sounds n bright noise of memories of this lot
of feelings real and surreal meant
of just lies like this life as words are hard
like knifes deep in one's side casting thoughts
to the earth like stars falling in after birth
these words of love and hate are bitter and sweet
of memories forgetting and of everything
in echos of fate as the life that once was
I stand here and reminisce about a world
how it was, with this my love, my friend,
my enemy, my faith, now a hole is torn
into my reality, an opening to nowhere, nothing at all
I remember it all as it was and more than I care for my love
I despise you, you're my world, my nucleus
of all I have, is words left and nothing at all
all is ash, in this place, drifting across this earth
lets these words rebound resonate and decimate
the whole earth, my empty heart, my empire of dirt
let these words at a funeral hang in the air
like the words of the damned, the swords of Damocles
the vapors of crematorium the ghost of the doomed
the deaths, we all take, let these words annihilate
lets these works be like glass shattering in the atmosphere
casting thoughts to the ground
let's cast these words at a funeral like shards in a clay pot
like hard sounds of bright noise in memories of this lot
and feelings real, surreal meant to be
lies are like this life and words are hard
razors deep in one side, casting to grounds
like thoughts to the earth, stars falling in after birth.
I heard echoes of scurrilous snarls,
from my conscience as it spoke
contemptible remarks aimed at me.
What shame those words delivered.
"Fatuous one, why does your hand quiver,
mimicking the trembling lips of a child in fear?
You dare call yourself a poet,
but you're nothing more than a joke."
Guilt is the culprit that tunnels my mind
as my passion for poetry shrivels on its vine.
Withering like a flower, my empty heart
has stripped my soul of its craving to write.
It's my own foolish notion
that causes me to shiver.
I weep over my planted seedlings.
They thirst, and their mournful cries I hear.
Abandoned by their mother who begot them,
and for this I'm filled with remorse and regret.
That mocking voice invaded my aching breast,
when again, it ridiculed me as a fool...
"A self-proclaimed bard who gives up the task.
You should put down the quill and live in disgrace."
There is no saving grace for me.
No nourishment for my verses to thrive.
My heart is broken, drowning in memories.
Without the will to live, how will it survive?
It only drums in rhythm to keep me alive.
Rows of sprouted thoughts have withered.
Parched and dying, drying up in a field of grief.
While I, their neglectful sower, helplessly sit
as time elapses and I watch them expire.
I’ve fallen between the gaps of missing lines
into an abyss, my fingers charred in a fire.
I can only water the seeds of self doubt
with salty sweat from my furrowed brow
and over fertilize them with tears of frustration.
I do not seek salvation or redemption.
Damnation will out.
My ink well of impetus has sprung a leak
or maybe it's a new watering hole I seek.
I have not a drop to quench their thirst
no morning dew, nor afternoon shower
to give my wilting buds reprieve, a relief.
I've tried to save them all, or was it just
a half-hearted attempt made in vain?
Not one more rhyme can I rescue from pain.
I'm suffering from loss. All hope is gone.
My fear is that I cannot express myself
in what was once an emotional voice.
No wonder my pages remain barren and blank,
except for the blotches of spilled ink.
My parchment lies in a state of immortal decay.
I relinquish my quill to a better hand than mine,
setting it free and praying that I be forgiven.
For the folly, I've only myself to blame,
this pillaged poet.
The Gray
As I sat on a park bench on what appeared to be an ordinary day,
All of a sudden comes a change of winds and along comes the Gray.
As I sat alone in that dark deepening haze;
It felt cold, gloomy as if sealed in a granite wall maze.
The fog was so thick and dim it hung frozen in the air
There’s not a beam of light shining through; this Gray will not tare.
The wind whips up its pace into a devouring breeze that consumes me,
It's then I realize I am stuck in a Hell that's become reality.
As time slithers by, I hear a voice call out from the murky haze
“It’s my hands that strip the light from your brightest days.”
“Who’s there?” I cry, “Show yourself there’s no need to hide.”
“Foolish boy I’m what’s stored away in your empty heart ...
I am what makes you whole when you’re torn apart.
So don’t be afraid, for I will no longer hide
I’ll soon become your nothing inside.”
A silhouette of a female figure draws near,
I feel a foreboding of terror and tremble with fear.
A pale white face breaks through the haze of Gray
Her clouded eyes beam a message “With me you’ll stay”
“Who are you!” I demand. “What do you want from me?”
She drifts in closer hands extended, eyes beaming with intensity.
In that instant I become hypnotized by her eyes
My mind goes numb and body is paralyzed.
“Don’t be scared; this won’t hurt one bit.
It's a gift from me to you; life isn’t permanent.”
She leans in to my face, puckering her rigor mortis lips
When her cold skin touches mine my soul rests at her finger tips.
With her mouth over mine, she blows cold breathe into my empty lungs,
The air inflates my soul making it feel like it weighs tons.
Once she inhales, the weight lifts the pressure off my chest,
With my soul in her hands it feels like a soft caressed.
“I’ll be your warmth in the eternal blizzard of the grave,
Relax your worried heart; there is no way in Hell you’ll be saved.”
Sitting alone on that park bench I knew without her having to say,
That my soul would remain with hers bound forever together in the Gray.
Everything always leads back to this
Sitting on the floor searching for the words
But everything is empty
Empty thoughts, empty hopes, empty heart
Wondering how you got here
But there was no path
There was no trigger
Just sudden nothingness
You wonder how long this time
A couple hours, days, weeks, months?
And that's what makes it the worst
Not knowing when you'll feel again
And just when it becomes unbearable you wake up
And today you feel
You get out of bed and have breakfast
You have the energy to clean your room
You reach out to people
Things are finally looking up
It's been weeks of feeling alive again
And for a moment you think maybe it's permanent
And for a moment you feel weightless
But then it happens
You wake up feeling empty
All the relief and happiness is gone
And the dreadful realization sets in
That this will be your constant cycle
Because everything always leads back to this
The night was dark imparted
sun set on the empty hearted;
Slipping into a deeper blackened sleep
as cold swept along the bed to creep.
Empty covers tossed and turned
love awaited was late learned;
In the dreams came nightmares passed,
scary, frightening, unmasked.
Too cold the night, too dark the lonely heart
when lovers drift away, further apart.
The morning sun rose pale and yellowed
into a sky once blue now sallowed.
Too late the dreams had taken hold
gathering a fevered frenzy bold.
Racing clouded hues of gray on blue
brought back sweeter memories of you,
The night in its frightening cold and dark
imprinted well the gnawing hollow marks.
Reality wakes at dawn
with the only truth, you are gone.
11/272017
One Thousand Goodbyes
Years ago
a stranger became a friend
with little time left
she let me into her reflections
her child and husband dead
tragedy would strike again
her time on earth
would expire soon
her empty heart to be filled
in the heavens
she showed and told
her last wishes to me
a thousand poems
she wanted to leave behind
I think she made it
I never found out
angels stole her
On this somber Sunday
another one left this earth
some might even say St Patrick
I can make only a simple claim
a thousand poems I have written
to honor those
with more charity than I
Hazza
who will remember us all?
when we too one day shall die
In the twilight of my thoughts, where shadows dance like ancient spirits,
I hear the whispers of the Word, a symphony woven by time,
The eternal ecstasy of a silence that flows through the veins of the cosmos,
Each note, a regret that resonates in the cathedrals of my empty heart.
I wander through the corridors of my mind, like a pilgrim in search of truth,
Passing by echoes of voices that do not belong to me, shadows of other lives,
Through the mist of borrowed dreams and desires that dissipate like smoke,
Lost in the labyrinth of a plural self, a chatterbox of the infinite universe.
The politicians, the reformers, apostles of collective deceit,
Their words are masks of smoke, illusions woven from lies,
Impostors in the grand masquerade of existence, where truth is a fleeting shadow,
Ephemeral, like the morning dew on the petals of a forgotten flower.
And yet, in this chaos of voices, there exists a solitary soul,
The artist, a weaver of illusions, but not a consummate liar,
For in his creations, he is reborn, a phoenix from the ashes of intransmissible silence,
An alchemist of words, transforming suffering into eternal beauty.
His lies are the truths of his soul, his deceptions, reflections of his heart,
He does not speak for the multitude, but for the solitary echo that resonates from within,
Crafting words from the marrow of his being, painting visions with his breath,
In the eternal dance of creation and despair, of light and darkness.
And thus, as I float on the river of my consciousness, like a dreamer in search of tranquility,
I listen to the music of my own silence, a symphony of misunderstood longings,
A melody of a forgotten past, a dirge of lost dreams,
In the endless ecstasy of the intransmissible Word, which flows eternally through me.
My dearest darling love
Taken from me, oh so young
Two years were not enough
Our life had just begun
To live my life without you
Tears me apart
I'm crying inner tears
From my broken empty heart
I will never love another
In the way that i loved you
You oozed joy and passion
It's what attracted me to you
Now every day i play
Loving serenades for you
On the harp we bought together
It's this that pulls me through
I wish that you could see me
In my pretty teal blue dress
For a moment i forget
That my heart is full of stress
As my lonely days go by
Without you in my life
I honor to stay single
But in my heart i'll be your wife
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own heart is sad when I perceive
The pallor of your face the dead brown leaves
Ive already walked the paths of loss
Jesus Christ we have been double crossed
I’ll look after you when you need touch.
Not of money, but in kindness rich
I will help you through that open door
I’ll hold your hand as I have done before.
I used to take you out when you were small.
I pushed your pram to
grandad’s up the hill
Going home in darkness I felt fear.
Where has Daddy gone,my mother dear?
I hate that you have got the same disease.
I hated God whom I had like to please
Sadness grips my empty heart today
Kneeling on the floor what can I say
Face to Face with Eternity
To the extent you approach the naked truth loneliness grows within you,
continue your walk toward the deep center of time that slowly transforms you,
don't fear the greatest fear the worst has already happened yesterday,
life will tear you apart again but you have nothing left to lose now.
You are already dead in the living flesh that breathes without feeling pain anymore,
fundamentally you are absent in every moment that passes without touching you anymore,
now you stand face to face with eternity stretched infinitely into the distance,
truth surrounds you with its loneliness dense as morning fog.
Continue your path forward don't stop in your walk toward the unknown,
fear has already happened in the distant past that has always marked you,
life tears you apart in every wound that opens bleeding on skin,
you have nothing more to do with this world you are free from its heavy chains.
Loneliness grows to the extent of your approach to the truth hidden in the depths,
the worst thing has already happened in the moment that passed without return,
you are fundamentally dead in your deepest and always silent core,
eternity watches you with its immense eyes opened wide toward you now.
You approach the center of truth that stands motionless in your empty heart,
your loneliness is filled with the silence of others who abandoned you long ago,
don't fear your greatest courage the worst has already passed,
your life tears you apart with its sharp claws cutting deep into flesh.
You are no longer who you once were you are something else now in the void,
fundamentally you are already dead standing before eternity stretched forever,
continue to walk forward on your long road toward nowhere far away,
truth embraces you with its loneliness cold as old and hard ice.