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When you return home after many years,
stepping onto familiar soil,
your heart stirs with bittersweet anticipation.
The sun-tinted house that once witnessed your dreams
now stands a stranger, with cold eyes afar,
overgrown vines clinging to its weathered walls.
It is as if time has woven arras of indifference,
forgetting the dwelling you once held dear.
Your gloomy eyes , yearn for the sight of loved ones.
Brimming with longing and delight,
search for the comforting presence of a mother’s love.
But her cot is empty, an echoing void
that resonates with absence.
The silence lingers, a haunting reminder
of the void left behind.
Your ears strain, longing to catch
the timbre of your father’s call,
but the emptiness engulfs you,
and his voice is but an echo in the time.
Oh, how it pains you to realize
that the essence of your childhood has vanished,
scattered like fragments of a forgotten dream.
The trees you once nurtured
no longer extend their branches in recognition,
their leaves now whispering unfamiliar secrets to the wind.
The birds that sang in joyful harmony
have embarked on their migratory journey,
leaving behind only mark of their melodies.
In your room, where time stands still,
A sanctuary of memories, both tender and surreal.
Your photo on the tinting wall,
Whispers tales of laughter.
In this moment, you stand suspended
between the realms of nostalgia and reality,
caught in the delicate dance of remembrance and loss.
The evening glows, once bathed in golden hues,
now cast their gentle glares upon your soul.
Days spent in the backyard beneath the sheltering heaven
of a tall tree flicker before your eyes,
like fragments of a fading painting.
As you wander through the corridors of time,
retracing the steps of your youth,
you come to realize that home is not merely a collection of tiles
not a building, confined within four walls,
it’s a dropbox of your heart, where dreams are saved, love and laughter sprawls, a symphony of whispers, of joy and tears combined,
an abode of cherished echoes, forever intertwined,
an eternal flame that cannot be extinguished.
As you stand there, amidst the overgrown ruins of the past,
You find the lost essence of being, imprinted upon your soul.
No matter how you wander, how far and wide you roam,
You know you’ll always return, to the place that owns you.
…
This is the bomb! Wait until you
Here you will read hear about the
Tick of tock of tick the clock is
Gone lawn the mow now show
The glow a phone it groans.
Then moans
Time it is almost to the hour now
The bombs have dropped the plot
Thickens and rots
Now what but WAIT! The gates
Are locked! Hot trot slots sure shots
Casinos we know get rich quick
Schemes we know. What the WORLDS!?
We have the pearls. Unfurl reload
The goal? Unload gun load here we
Go you know the GOLD! it has slivers
Of silver. I confess I digress. Do not
Be BOLD your blood can shed.
Though you might not Ever dream
But muse and know deep think
Contemplate visit a shrink yeah
Concentrate if you must do not
Trust all that you see but believe
Some dreams to be reality, which
You think you see, do not believe
Only some will dream the daze
Away figuring to think on, long.
Forward on to the path of what
You believe to be real. All of those
Fascinating fluctuating facts you
Think you have? hear is the deal.
It is not real. So I say hey how have
You not known this throne round
Golden glorious crown I have found
On sacred ground. I have found
I have found! I can here the echoes
Of the Tick tock tick the clock is
Here the block is bare. I ask why
And where and bone Crushing FEAR!
You are scared? You dare not be
FEIRCE? SPEAK your WORTH while
You are on this earth do your best
And confess your worst thirst. On
This sphere this here yeah! Do no
HARM here the WORD! you your
Selves be heard with freer there
Then the Sun flares it glares then burst the
Glint and flint a spark forlorn first
Gong the bell tolls something is
Wrong! So since nothing else Amiss.
First the munch of lunch. A brunch
Bunch bun. I fill my girth. It is TIME.
The clock chimes DO NO HARM!
The bombs fall blistering all.
Oh! DETINATION! DESTINATION!
Complete DEVASTATING Fluxlng
DESTRUCTION! frightening furious
Flames absorb everything Nothing!
Nothing! At all REMAINS the Whole
Hearted horror of HUMANITY!
AAAAH HAA the TREACHERY!
Those schemes the will that be.
The alarm to late. HUMANITY is
Gone tick of tock the clock has
Stopped. NOTHING NOTHING AT
ALL NOTHING! REMAINS!
REMAINS! REMAINS! REMAINS!
AT ALL REMAINS! REMAINS!... remains.
NOTHING!
where is the LOVE LOVE
LOVE?!!
Was this a dream? Became a
NIGHTMARE?
The klaxon sounds and off we do scurry
Up to the gun house we head in a hurry
Through narrow p-ways and up noisy stairs
We pass each other with far away glares
What threat to meet, all do wonder
We’re well trained and there’ll be no blunder
Hatches closed and scuttles secured
Drive motors humming, we speak not a word
Ammo to the hoist, battle dress in place
Flash hoods cover all but our face
“Mt 51 manned and ready!”
Gas eject air pressure is holding steady
“Air action port!” our circuits align
Gun slews, the target to find
“On target aircraft!” the checksight declares
Our peril confirmed, no drill, all just a deep inhale
“Right and left guns load!” first powder then shot
To the mad dance, cast we all our lot
Guns loaded, we track knowing not when
Waiting the salvo alarm, the dance soon to begin
Fourteen men poised, ready for the show
Bound to each other, not for their own glory they do go
Gong! Gong! Fire! The first stanza a roar
Then rapid and continuous we feed each bore
“Bore clear!” signals to load the next round
As hot-case men pitch spent brass to the ground
Practiced harmony, each motion robotic
Load!, Ram!, Fire!, Eject! the cadence hypnotic
Smoke and flareback, gases choking
Onward we whirl, and curse the foe attacking
“Foul bore left gun!”
A stuck case has us undone
Pry bar in hand, the Gunner appears
The extractors are broken, confirming worst fears
Casing removed and the gun finally clear
Up all night we’ll be, fixing this gear
“Cease fire!” all safely emerge
Realize we now, our fears to purge
Destruction averted, another hour to draw breath
Till the enemy returns, seeking our death
“Police up that brass and swab out those barrels!”
The chief keeps us all intent on the peril
They will come again, or we will seek them out
So little rest we take, while the issue is in doubt
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This describes a live shoot from the prospective of
the men manning a twin 5 inch gun aboard a destroyer.
These ships were common in our Navy from 1944 through
about 1980. The "old salts" out there will find this very familiar.
This is a spinoff from my "Tin Can Sailors" write even though
the ships in that story were single mounts. Same gun, but
with just one barrel. Those were before my time.
She was an old lady, we all offered. Set in her ways, a voice added. United by tragedy, we neighbors were standing together on a lawn on which none of us had ever lingered. The policeman sighed. Who knew her the best? He asked us. Maybe me, a small woman said. I call her the Republican, because the only time she acts friendly is when she wants to stick a Republican sign in my yard. I always say no, but she is tenacious.
The policeman got out a small notebook, flipped it open, and pulled out a black pen. “She was odd,” the bus driver called out. I know he’s a bus driver because he and I always try to get to the same corner before each other in the morning. Me because I do not want to get behind him, him because ….well, I do not really know why.
She was always mean to me, a young man with a beard said in a low voice. I have no idea which house he dwells in. I give him a quick glance, then stare back at the black and yellow crime scene tape that is all over the sidewalk and walkway to the old lady’s house. What happened to her? I wonder. I ask it over and over in my head, but I am afraid to say it aloud. Apparently it is something really bad. Serial killer?
“I spoke to her through her door once,” the Republican said. “She came to the door and peeked at me.”
“Did she live alone?” the policeman asked.
“I do not know. She did not open the door. I could not see anything.”
“When was this?”
“Maybe ten years ago or so.”
The crowd begins murmuring what we know, which is less than nothing. The police officer’s cheeks are dotted with a pair of anger dimples. I recognize them from angry parents I see sometimes who are in the office to defend their little darlings from detention and such. “Someone knows something,” The police officer says. He stares right at me. I suddenly feel guilty. But of what?
He walks over to me. “How well did you know her?”
“I did not even know her name,” I tell him. “I started waving at her when we first moved here about twelve years ago, but she did not wave back. Then I started getting angry glares, so I thought it was making her uncomfortable, so I stopped waving.”
I looked down at the black and yellow tape. Whatever happened here today actually started a long time ago. This woman was a victim of a slow, lingering death years before today.
~Body
A Debilitating cage I’m not permitted to escape,
Thoughts of blades, craving the slice and scrape.
Jokes and giggles echo from friendly and unknown lips,
I stop eating and lay down the chips.
Everything I do from breathing to eating, to sitting causes laughter,
Leaving me crushed, despondent, and confused after.
Loose and dark clothing cloaking a body I am taught to hide,
The glares and scoffs speak silent volumes when implied.
Clothing made for a body I will never obtain,
With the common recommendation to just self restrain.
Years ago it wouldn't be the case
Now just to leave the house I must brace.
Punishing the flesh only goes so far,
Each failure marked with another raised scar.
~Mind
Since the young age of six I knew,
Missing unspoken expected cues.
The world I view isn't what most see,
Self-worth swiftly crumbling into debris.
Books unfold new worlds with simplicity around each corner,
Yet when the pages close, I'm back to being the local foreigner.
Hearing words of a language I have known my entire life,
Attempting to understand brings nothing but strife.
The simple beauty in a raindrop,
Was the first time I saw my brain stop
to admire something no one saw
But doctors call it a genetic flaw.
A brain not built for this world,
so back into a ball, I curled.
~Soul
A hopeful heart meant to help all,
Eagerly willing to assist unprepared for the fall.
One person willing and waiting to drain,
for nothing more than their own gain.
Hoards of people needing one more thing,
I’ll happily bend in half to be your sling.
As soon as I request a shoulder to lean on,
Suddenly their need for me is gone.
Confusion and self-blame infecting the gash,
Readying myself for the next crash.
I get tired of shoving my round pieces through the world’s square hole.
A stream of non-ending reiterations of my differences, from body to mind to soul.
Tick marks line my limbs, counting the times I let the urges win,
Memories laced with shame encourage a new chapter of sin.
Pointless quest after quest attempting to find the map to this stage of life,
As the bedroom door closes at night, I'm left with stinging tears and a yearning for a knife.
I see her coming home at dawn,
Looking completely withdrawn,
It makes me sick to my stomach to know you’ve sent her out working,
Watching her come home, I see you lurking.
She’s my age so I imagine if it was me,
How an earth can you sit there happily.
I watch her smile and she seems so innocent,
She doesn’t deserve this false imprisonment.
You own her, she’s trapped no where to turn,
You don’t care the money’s your only concern.
You walk around in your expensive clothes,
Sending her into dirty people’s homes.
She’s just a child and you make her spend time with you too,
God my only wish was that the authorities knew.
I wish I could do something to help save her life,
She’s in so much danger being held captive as your ‘wife’.
?I’ve got no proof no evidence to show,
So you smile because off to work she can go.
I can’t imagine the torture she’s been through,
And I know your other ‘daughter’ has been through it too.
?I want to be able to prevent this,
Have a job where I’m able to put you on a watch list,
Send you down for the disgusting man you are,
Let those women free back into their loving mothers arms. ?
I wonder what their family think they are doing,
Do they have an idea what their daughter is forced into pursuing?
Maybe some sick parents forced it too,
I’ve heard it’s common here to sell your little girl for $300 dollars this is a fact I wish everyone knew!
?I wish everyone would stop being so naive,
The truth is hard to hear so it’s better to not believe,
It’s not these are other people too,
Do you really think they deserve to walk in these shoes!
?I wish there were more people to stop and put up a fight,
Fight for these women they do have equal rights!
Man stand up to man, this shouldn’t be a common practice,
I don’t understand how you all can just watch and accept this! ?
I’ve seen the mans friends give him disapproving glares,
Don’t they try and act like they were unaware,
Why don’t they stand up and show the girls someone cares,
Let’s get these girls protected from their nightmares.
The children deserve to have a childhood,
Instead it’s been robbed and filled with no good!
Their lives they haven’t managed to live yet,
Don’t you think they’ve had enough upset!
As the sun goes down
The feral cat’s prowl
Looking for mice, searching for rats
In the alley, bins full of out of date
And yesterday’s wrapping.
A tribute to Consumerisms detritus
On the ground a smiling face
Colonel Sanders, blocking a stagnant drain.
Slowly freezing as the frost descends,
And up above the stars shine their scorn, upstaged
By the moon, seeking to unveil,
The cities vermin
Residents of the night.
The thief fox, screeches’ his indifference
At the stray dog, licking the remnants of last night’s kebab
And in the shadows behind the skips,
In a cardboard den
A pair of eyes glares across the alley
Seeking forgiveness that is not there,
From within this frail kingdom
A tiny light appears,
A fragment of hope, the start of a happy ending
But no, it is a tab end fading
For the last drag has been taken
And the last can of comfort is now empty
And while we sit down to watch TV
To marvel at Attenborough’s view
To see the blue planet and the leopard seals kill
And "ahh" at polar bears, and gorillas in Brazil
All neatly packaged by nature’s quill.
Oblivious to the view outside
Beyond the living room window
A man will not wake
For when the dawn releases this night’s chill
He will be found, taken away,
Sanitized by his black body bag
Anonymous to this world
For we do not want to know
As we did not in life
A stain on the community
One less beggar to avoid
But look in the mirrors spell
And dare to What if?
You lost your job and your wife ran off
Your child was gone and your house taken away
Your mind now broken,
Fear of humanity is but a step,
The comfort of being alone
Led you down this dark alley.
The rat, and the fox your allies
For they too fear mans footsteps
Think on for I do not preach
Nor do I wish to teach
But remember Attenborough’s planet,
And the wonder of life
I did not see the animals behave this way,
Only mutual survival
Are we less than that we see?
Are we too busy or too proud?
I see no mourners here, only indifference
And when I die I wish for no mourners too.
Jon doe, your maker will mourn for you
And relative’s dead will feel your pain
And perhaps one day your community
Will learn to mourn for a stranger
For we are all strangers, when we look the other way
May you find peace Sir, whoever you may be?
Consciousness seeps,
the air moves.
Quickly reach!
Break forth from your tomb.
Visability blurred as my head swoons.
Instincts react! Frozen in place my eyes roam.
What was that?! I am not alone.
Instincts react! Quickly I'm gone.
Hidden in back. Allowing my senses to hone.
My vision now intact. I search the unknown.
Momentarily my sanity cracks. Unbelievable what I'm shown.
Spiderlings scurrying I'm taken aback. As the big One grips a door-like throne.
Where am I at? This isn't my home.
Quickly taking stock of the shell that now houses my existence.
The panic grows instead of lessens.
For now I realize I am a spider curse or blessing.
Adaptation is survival I start assessing.
Eight strong, stocky yet creepy legs.
A body and thankfully not two heads.
Two eyes in the center, three on the right, three on the left.
I open my mouth to speak and feel a fangs sharp edge.
A sinister emotion emerges from the deep.
Realizing with these I shall kill and eat.
The shock is gone as I quickly creep.
From shadows to corners I emerge and sneak.
As each one of my siblings meet with their defeat.
One by one I locate them before they retreat.
I pounce fast and sink in my teeth.
Two pops as within them I be.
Their life oozes and squirts in my cheeks.
Dropping them to the floor at my feet.
On and on I go like the Goddess Neith.
Killing each one weaving my destiny.
Right before I reach what seems like the last.
I catch sight of something but it was too fast.
Before the next breath, I was snatched up and swung. Flying into the wall where the trapdoor hung. Crash!
Quick to recover I face my assailant.
But with a size surpasses gigantic.
And at the moment not a fanatic.
Deadly glares from the mother, a dangerous combatant.
I quickly mask my aggression and pretend to be gallant.
My heavy breaths release the heat of the fight.
As I see through the cracks that it's no longer night.
The trapdoor that feeds us closed up tight.
Food is given and taken much to my delight.
Snagging mine quickly enough then hiding from sight.
Safely tucked far back in a crevice away from daylight.
I eat and I sleep well maybe not quite.
For a hunter must always be prepared for the bite.
Once upon a time, beyond societies portrayal,
There lived a beast of harmony, and a lie he would not tell,
Full of love and divinity, yet sadness dwelled within,
This beast was kind, he wanted peace, just wanted to fit in.
But waking days, were not astray, of mountainous abuse,
Mobs with pitchforks, nasty words, they spewed their vile views,
His nappy hair, his fangs and ears, brought him pointed stares,
Provoked by words, tormenting gestures, and many frightened glares.
Until one day, he said no more, pain will this beast take,
He stayed indoors, and never left, his heart was cold and ached,
On the floor, devoid of warmth, a stranger to this place,
His mighty body shook and shivered, tears fell from his face.
Do my looks; absolve my right, to live, my right to be,
I'm not aloud, to wonder round, to live amongst society,
Do I not cry; when I am pained, bleed when I am pricked,
You mock me with, your judging eyes; a monster is your verdict?
I am saddled, with this curse, I'm nature's dirty secret,
How The Fates, have cursed on me, no longer can I take it,
Then suddenly, a flash and bang, an angel then appeared,
She wore a gown, held out a wand, and had a halo in her hair.
I'm your fairy godmother, your pain I'll take away,
The path I show, is based on faith, so follow what I say,
Go on a journey, traveling north, beyond the fiery trees,
You'll find a castle, made of glass, and the knowledge that you seek.
For countless days, he traveled north, all around the earth,
Illusions came, to mystify, and test him in his worth,
Self belief, propelled him as, he reached his destination,
He went inside, yet found nothing, this filled him with frustration.
You surrendered to me as, you made your fateful way,
Now here you stand, before my eyes, a voice began to say,
Stand before the mirror beast, ask what you desire,
Behold the truth, the inner you, the knowledge you require.
Mirror mirror reveal to me, the true beauty inside of me,
The surface glistened; a picture beamed, and a beast he did not see,
The beast fell down, on hands and knees; and did nothing but cried,
He said Who I am is not the flesh, I’m the light that's deep inside.
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
Form:
at the heart, where love rises,
like a heavy sun,
blending joy into the dawn,
wiping away the darkness,
sending a sweetness,
beautiful as the peaceful colors,
vibrant hues of soft gold,
buttery yellow and rich ginger,
blazing across the morning,
sweltering dewdrops,
kissing away the dusty faces
roses and daisies,
amazing – praising, lifting pretty noses,
bathing beneath a sun who glares,
vengeance on the earth,
who never appreciates the cold,
but delights in her gentle warmth.
in the heart, where love flows,
blessing even the shadows,
lasting peace, forever knows,
breathless dreams,
sliding down the veins, sighing,
in fleeting groans,
where laughter rings,
truer than the last silent mile,
genuine, like the stars in the sky,
glistening and writing a night,
love letters, songs about why…
where the heart meets memory,
floods of passion,
filling the gentlest spirit,
erasing the darkness, doubts, dread,
with delights who simmer
amid the glorious clouds,
where destiny faces the final moment,
when light falls softer,
when night hides its honesty,
beneath winds of chance,
sad circumstance,
when forever blows away,
the memory, the praise,
silencing the morning’s play,
hushing even the winter’s grace.
when my heart risks the moments,
embracing the soundless wisdom,
feelings stirring the joy,
softly playing in shadows, mornings
arriving on the edges of a silhouette,
music in the sunrise,
reflecting the kindness,
God’s breathless stillness, His writings,
poetry in the lines – images
appealing to the peaceful longings,
caressing the spirit with light,
promising that, wherever we go,
there is love that will forever know –
heartfelt desires for the One,
the One who grows beautiful,
the One who shoes His glory,
the One who rose and brought hope,
to a world lost in descent,
toward the hell where darkness emits
the furious blaze that destroys,
even the briefest chance –
Because He lives, He gives, He is…
the music in our prayers,
the reason we can share,
the hope that makes us aware…
He is love and He is always there.
He is the answer to every prayer.
He is the reason that I dare to love,
with a heart freed by God above!