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My souls mutters in the muteness;
"Is my melancholy more melancholic than yours?"
I gaze across a bridge,
wondering which stream flows to you,
as nobody understands how
in the definition of lament,
I am a piano without a pianist
and you a harp without strings.
My heart is a weeping willow
within a godforsaken garden.
As the last blossom decays,
the image of you is fading,
resembling fallen leaves on soggy ground.
I don't belong in this numbness,
nor know how to explain why
my voice is lost in the vastness
of valleys without endless echoes.
I've forgotten what I wanted to say,
attempting to escape this maze of sorrow -
yet your words reverberate without resistance.
Pondering if your spirit will guide
me from this uncertain terrain,
I'm distracted by the silent hum of grief.
It hurts like an eerie lullaby,
unable to soothe the stillness of your ghost.
As silhouettes disappear in the dimming light,
I protect a fragile flame in your remembrance,
before withered leaves fade into ash.
Dear younger me,
There are some things that I would say
to help you out along the way:
mistakes I’ve made and deep regrets,
things I would change you’ve not seen yet.
Dear older me,
All that seems nice,
but let’s hold back on that advice.
It may be true,
but I’m not sure you’ve thought this through.
Dear younger me,
Are you for real? Surely you jest!
I’ve had more time, and I know best.
The cost was dear: real sweat and blood.
Why would you choose to traipse the mud?
Dear older me,
Wake up somehow!
I’m worried ‘bout my future now.
I’ve played this game to some degree;
did not see you in future me.
Dear younger me,
But I could share: go buy this stock,
lay off the booze, don’t go in hock.
Just stop and think of where you’d be;
The best part is, the lesson’s free.
Dear older me,
Great multiverse!
The situation’s getting worse!
Just hold your tongue and say no more
or I am headed out the door.
My future is not yours to share;
the way is fraught with danger there.
Dear younger me,
Now I’m confused; help an old man.
Explain this out; that’s if you can.
Dear older me,
I’ll do my best, but just so far,
for I’ll not go past where you are,
for much of what I know as true
might change if I change future you.
You hope to spare my heart the ache
and help me choose the path to take.
The problem is, when I arrive,
what you call you won’t be alive.
Decisions made all shape and mold
the man we are when we grow old.
Just think, if we had stayed in school
and not become a drunken fool,
would we have ever reached wit’s end
and learned the broken also mend?
Would we have met our lovely wife,
and settled in your present life?
Dear younger me,
Gouge out my eyes!
I’m blind and dumb and you are wise.
I had my doubt, but I can say
Let go, let God, we’ll be okay.
When I look back on all those years,
I notice that almost everything has disappeared.
You were my best friend,
And I thought we'd be that way til the end.
But thanks to my stupid mistake,
I'm not sure where I should start again.
I've been having dreams of you,
Wondering if the meanings are true.
That I love you... like a sister,
Most of the time I think of you,
Missing everything old about you.
We used to laugh hard at things,
And be together in the same classroom.
But after seperating so far away,
Our friendship seemed it was never meant to stay...
And my foolish mistake made us far more far away.
I fear that if I come to you,
I'd have to explain the truth,
That I never really wanted to accept you
After you changed.
And before, whenever someone came close to you,
I felt jealous and never wanted a friendship triangle.
I felt so close to you,
You were other things to me besides a soul sister or good friend.
Then I start to wonder if you're fine,
Without me in your life?
Well there's one thing I could say,
Is that I hope that some day,
I come and see you and be friends again.
But I don't know where to begin...
If only I can apologize,
I'm not sure why I stopped being friends...
All I can say is that I miss you...
Young, young
Often not able
To call to the
Wisdom
Of the
Old, old
Though the old
Try to convince
That they are
Not old
The Young
In their innocence
Do not believe
I wrote this when I was 'young, young'
Actually penned after a conversation with my grandma.
Now I am 'older'....35 years have passed.
I'm now not exactly old-old, but to whose reality?
To my grandkids? Old.....in their innocence ;)
To me??? Well, like the Good Book says
"whereas you do not know what will happen
tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor
that appears for a little time and then vanishes away."
New King James Version James 4:14
I get what my grandmother was trying to convey to me.
Life moves by so quickly, the spirit is still quite young.
The young can not quite know, but the aging certainly do.
I 'Get it". Why, it seems like 'Just Yesterday' G-ma tried to
explain this to me......but no, it's been 35 years!
This has been interesting to me from the other side of
the coin. This has been a most interesting journal relic!
Sorry Grandma! (as she nods emphatically from heaven!)
First written in my poetry journal
1987
Ince St. Child
by Michael R. Burch
When she was a child
in a dark forest of fear,
imagination cast its strange light
into secret places,
scattering traces
of illumination so bright,
years later, she could still find them there,
their light undefiled.
When she was young,
the shafted light of her dreams
shone on her uplifted face
as she prayed . . .
though she strayed
into a night fallen like woven lace
shrouding the forest of screams,
her faith led her home.
Now she is old
and the light that was flame
is a slow-dying ember . . .
what she felt then
she would explain;
she would if she could only remember
that forest of shame,
faith beaten like gold.
This was an unusual poem, written in my youth, and it took me some time to figure out who the old woman was. She was a victim of childhood incest, hence the title I eventually came up with. Keywords/Tags: Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Pedophilia, Depravity, Betrayal, Shame, Humiliation, Evil, Family, Innocence, Childhood, Girl, Memory, Memories, Repressed Memories, PTSD, Shock, Shell Shock
I felt the flow of Summer's balmy breeze
as it wafted in whispers like sweet melodies
We walked on golden sands at twilight,
holding hands as day drifted into dusk.
I was savoring memories of
cherished moments we share.
Tonight, resplendent roseate skies
fill my eyes with their color,
but a bit of melancholy crept in
and unconsciously my steps slowed.
He felt my hesitation and in concern,
he held me close in his arms and said,
"What is that makes you so sad?
I can see it in the mists of your eyes."
Tears flowed as I fought to explain
the pain I'd feel in my heart if we drifted apart.
I stammered the words but got them out,
"We fell in love and vowed it would be for life
but even mountains of stone can break.
How would I live with that heartache?"
He rested his chin on top of my head
and held me tighter to stop my trembling.
Then, he said the most beautiful sentiments
I'd ever heard...
"Whether in this life or another,
no matter the realm we might be,
I promise I will find you beyond the stars,
searching every corner of ebony skies.
On moonlight's path I would swiftly sail
beseeching her to guide my way to you.
You will never be beyond my reach,
for only your kisses sate my hunger...
and only your love quenches my thirst."
He turned me to face the fading sun
as it slowly sank into the skyline.
Pointed his finger in that direction
and whispered near my ear...
"Do you see far out on the horizon,
where the sky drifts into the sea?"
If ever we're torn apart, look for me there.
I'll be a ripple on the water
or a glimmer of stardust in the sky,
searching for you until we're together again.
Have no fear of love's lament, for
our love was meant to last forever."
The moon's reflection shimmered on the sea
as he brushed his lips across mine in a fashion
that made passion's heat rise in my heart.
Each beat crashing as a wave upon the shore...
Beneath flickering stars, we stood side by side
swaying with the ebb and flow of evening tide.
I do not think
they will ever get it,
I do not think they realize
that it is not something
that we can explain,
it’s not build on lies
its build on friendship
that ties two people together,
that has no expectations
besides living each day
with the knowledge
that someone
understands them…
with the knowledge
that when I’m wrong
I’ll get a kick up the butt
and when I’m heartbroken,
sad or downtrodden
someone is there
that will help me up,
that will hold my hand…
without being judged,
without fear
of opening yourself up
an end up being labeled
as a failure, that its amity
not meant to hurt
or exclude anyone…
it’s a haven for two souls
founded on the grounds
of purity, mutual trust and love…
not the, I want to wake up
next to you kind of love
but a weird, unique unified kind of love…
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Wilma Neels
There is cancer surging through my veins
Leaving the most excruciating pain
I feel the decay
Taking away
All of the things
I wanted to claim
I can't explain
What it's like to be outside of sane
So lets use our brain
To try and maintain
The only thing
That makes us tame
We walk down the street
with a smile at full beam
that way we seem
like we can be a team
But the things I see
Are not really we
It’s I versus you versus the whole damn country
We are at the point where ICE versus immigration is like seasonal hunting
You find this funny?
God damn you’re a dummy
Your bloodline is scummy
How could you see this and not do something
My eyes wander, where window gazing, finds the crescent moon
rifting the darkness, and against it's light
a magnolia branch is stenciled, black and keen
Three stars are tangled in the topmost bough...
And because deep loveliness is there, I turn to you...
The profile on the pillow is that boy from long ago
I love watching you, lashes fluttering, and an almost smile
What are you dreaming, my love?
How could one explain
That love like this exists
Before coffee, on a December dawn, in a shadowed room?
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Tenants of the Season
My love both sweet and bitter flows through me like an autumn with no name,
Bound together from the start, the two of us have rented out this world the same,
Two fools lost through the seasons, like leaves that spin in chaotic wind,
And we loved each other with the rusted fire of a narcotic sunset's end.
The whole forest burns in agony, the trees moan like broken hearts in pain,
The rusty leaf falls once again, like a tear that has no words to explain,
Only they, the mournful trees, still stand on guard in the very first frost,
Like us... left to watch over one another, in silence... at whatever cost.
Showers of stars still sift down over my soul, white and drifted deep in snow,
Through heavy winds I search for your ray of light in a winter no one could know,
Like a pilgrim lost in a blizzard, I wait for the light of an unborn morning,
And I hear the heartbeat of the forest... in verses... without warning.
I will wait in peace for another life, or the spring that no longer comes near,
My soul is a frozen field that dreams of sunlight it cannot hold or keep here,
We, tenants of the moment, paid with blood for every autumn day that passed,
And we kept on loving bitter and sweet... moving through the same mystery... steadfast.
One day, perhaps after a long blizzard, morning will rise within the soul,
Our love both sweet and bitter will bloom again when the days finally make us whole,
Two fools lost through the seasons, found at last in the final snowfall's light,
Bound together... eternal tenants... of the same love... and pain... and sunlight bright.