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When I'm weary, and forsaken
when I'm worn and feeling down
I will cast this heavy burden
far away, I'm homeward bound.
Homeward bound, homeward bound
take me there, solid ground
I will lift my eyes to heaven
while my feet turn homeward bound.
As I travel o're the highways
on the roads beside the sea
I will gaze along the byways
knowing you'll be there for me.
Through the valleys and the rivers
through the forests and the trees
in my heart, I am rejoicing
soon I'll have you here with me.
Homeward bound, homeward bound
take me there, solid ground
I will lift my eyes to heaven
while my feet turn homeward bound.
When I find you, I will hold you
and I'll never let you go
for you are my lifelong treasure
no more years of life alone.
Homeward bound, homeward bound
take me there, solid ground
I will lift my eyes to heaven
while my feet turn homeward bound.
Written on 10/20/2015
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
Fulfillment calls for the emptiness,
in the pursuit of the obsessive love.
Love lingers in the wounds of loss.
Waves swell and heave in sigh.
Rhododendrons, you loved so much, bloom in silent reflections.
River we would swim together goes on.
Time, like the sun and moon, smiles, along with Buddha.
The time in two empty cups still raise sounds.
Those rhythms call for the clouds.
The colours of heat beautify them.
The embellished clouds cannot help fulfilling the wants.
They understand they are wanted.
They listen to the warm call born of my earth.
Rains come down on my bare body.
I count the sounds.
First, second, third, fourth, and so on.
The wounds of love enter my breath.
I float on a lake, for your sake and mine.
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May 7, 2016
Submission for: Listen To The Warm–Prose - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
I'll color you in red
My blood is in my hands
Your vision blurs
When you look
At me in pictures
My arms cut wide open
The drugs in my veins pour
I drink down the alcohol
It makes me bleed more
I'm up to my knees in
My own blood pool
Lemme take this pill
To see a different world
I choke it down
But it does no good
Why can't I die
IMmortally misunderstood?
Unkillable
Until I am
Only if i could
Until I succeed it's
The end...
The End...
Damn that's what joy
Feels like
I forget that a gray world
Would look prettier in red
I die every night,
Alone in my bed
Screaming and clawing
At these thoughts in my head
I tear off my flesh
Until theres just nothing left
Slit my thoughts on my
Last breath
It doesn't matter if it's still fresh
I died tomorrow a long time
Ago.
Ago...
Ago my words meant something
My life felt something
Goddess that became nothing
Except!
Only dread
Misread
This pain is
Left in my hands
Red
Red. Red. Red.
It's red again
Burnt finger tips
of the red fire
Now extinguished
Those that matter
Touched and turned to ash
So its only that
I love you so much
To let you go
Grant me the same manner
Or leave me in sorrow
Just remember love isnt red
Red is the color of what I left
It's an endless journey to find love and its meaning…
A promised destination that may never come true.
I thought my direction was on the right path,
until my direction brought me to you.
The distance between your heart and where I'm standing, is the same distance from here to the moon.
And, that promise I made I have just broken,
and love and its meaning are broken, too.
When I think of love, it makes me wonder
why I ever tried so hard
to reach the distance from where I'm standing
to somewhere in your heart.
Yes, I've forgotten the meaning of love,
and the moon is still so far away.
But, if every journey begins with a footstep,
then I'll reach the moon someday.
It's an endless journey to find love and its meaning…
Letter To A Dying Friend
What I saw of you at the meeting on Saturday was very different from what I heard said about you on Sunday night. I think not that anything had changed, but I rather sense that you have chosen to look well without regard to your feeling.
I was touched by such saintly grace.
Though wounded, you are a brave warrior.
Though stricken and afflicted, you are one fighting soldier.
You are an inspiration to all who know and love you.
When ever I should face any test or trial;
Or if ever I am hit by a massive storm;
Or if ever the creek rises and the river
overflows its bank; Or if the flood waters of life pour into my soul, and my heart is overwhelmed; Or if ever I am assaulted by sickness or disease;
Or if there is no cure for what ails me;
Or if the earth should quake beneath my feet;
Or if everything seems weary, worn, and weak;
Or if I am in the last stages of life, and all earthly
hope for my recovery is lost;
May I look as good as you, even if I’m not feeling well.
May I, although feeling like death, like you, show up for life.
May I like you, keep on inspiring others.
May I like you, keep on giving and giving.
May I like you, though dying, keep on living.
08122013 PS Contest, What Courage Means To You,
John Hamilton
Oh my sweet love,
I’ll wait until the road that takes you,
brings you home
Till you no longer hear the call to roam
When every day that wakes you, knows my name
Until that day, I burn, a lonely flame
Oh my sweet love,
At times, the road is chosen for us,
even so
If there is only one thing you can know
My love will always be here with the sun
To guide you back to me when day is done
Oh my true love,
I know that there will come a time when
hearts can rest
And you will know that you have done your best
And in those golden years, our love will shine
The only road that you will know is mine
Natural:
The moon is an artist, she sees what ebbs and flows beneath silver-kissed seas.
And in sweet seclusion, she sprinkles cosmic dust upon our warm haven, while locked in pale stillness. And I've heard sapphire rays,
synchronize melodies in unwritten cadence.
But there’s never a song complete, without blushing rare petals of timeless love glazed in lunar flares. So, this I weave in sage blue sparkles, drowning in glowing beams raining from her rose gold halo wings. Will these inked words ever be enough to express how
I am addicted to comets swirling within your cinnamon eyes, amidst the veiled grey skies of
fogs between our stars, heat of the crying crescent never dimmed the light within my hyacinth heart, that’s slowly rising in sync, rhyming within spheres, lost in white topaz
tunes and rhythms, forevermore.
Visual:
The moon is an artist,
she sees what ebbs and flows
beneath silver-kissed seas.
And in sweet seclusion,
she sprinkles cosmic dust
upon our warm haven,
while locked in pale stillness.
And I've heard sapphire rays,
synchronize melodies
in unwritten cadence.
But there’s never a song
complete, without blushing
rare petals of timeless
love glazed in lunar flares.
So, this I weave in sage
blue sparkles, drowning in
glowing beams raining from
her rose gold halo wings.
Will these inked words ever
7 be enough to express how
5 I am addicted,
7 to comets swirling within~
5 your cinnamon eyes,
7 amidst the veiled grey skies of
5 fogs between our stars,
7 heat of the crying crescent
5 never dimmed the light
7 within my hyacinth heart,
5 that’s slowly rising~
7 in sync, rhyming within spheres,
5 lost in white topaz
7 tunes and rhythms, forevermore.
Never knew senses could deceive until now,
seeing a bright I scurry .
Nirvana makes my imagination go mere gesture.
where I lay unaware of raucous voice ,
Is this the locus?
A dear face I recognize,
charming as allure itself .
I believed as we cross paths again,
wonder gets my most reflecting how u did.
My dear, embrace me as first-ever.
Must I realize my sureness taking over,
as my prime fancy fulfills.
Shall we never be alone anew, strangled?
I shall yield to the choice you deem fit.
If you harmonize ,
let's reborn in heartbound household,
let's fly to the moon playing with stellas,
gazing on how it pours on distant barras.
Pretty, fill me with fine,
tipple from my within.
Leave us singing forevermore,
hands clasped vowing never again.
Then dawn on me from coma,
the mumbling voices ne'er fading.
As I realize my stifle ill-fated,
Finds me dolorously endeavoring.
All the faith washes away ,
my precious wait for me a bit longer,
I lost.
I will weep when you whither.
Soft, purple petals dried to ash in august sun,
Sweet nectar plucked away before I can smell your honey.
Before I can taste your grace,
Hold you to my face and pour my love into your cup like affirmations
Do I hold you close to my chest as you die?
Or turn away, I dither,
Are you worth it? A life so lost, a life just begin.
My sweet alyssum,
You grow through the cracks of a rocky shore.
His sweet relief,
Soft leaves coat sharp edges of what was once a chore,
My sweet alyssum,
The smell of ocean’s on the air.
His sweet relief,
Will he let you go, or will he tend and care?
Gentle hands scrape at earth
They spread soil, catch light
Yet despite their care each year you die.
My hands are not gentle,
They break roots, sever stems.
Would I only hurt more if I dared to try?
My sweet alyssum
So new in a garden, perennial and right.
Could you bloom again
If we somehow learned how to catch light?
As I lay here under the stars.
I take a trip down memory lane.
And I'm transported to a time
when I was deeply and madly in
love.Your embrace was my safe
harbor. When I was in your arms
all was right in the world. Our love
story was a gift from God. But the
world around us wasn' t ready for
such a love.I could remember it
like yesterday, You were so hand-
some. A greek god could not hold
a candle to you. Your fair skin was
flawless and your blue eyes were
more lovely than the sky on a great
day.And your physique took my
breath away.I think I fell in love
with you instantly. In a strange voice
that I barely recognized as my own,
I blurted out “ Young Sir”Do you need
anythang else? As I recall you must
have been smittened with me as well
because you didn't answer for a long
time. You always told me that you
loved my caramel skin and my big
brown eyes. You always referred to
me as your African princess.When
you finally spoke you simply said
no.From that day on we were two
young lovers who was forbidden to
love because of the color of our skin.
When your parents found out about
our secret love affair I died a million
times in one second. They shipped
me to another plantation in another
state.I longed for you to find me but
you never did.I will never forget how
you made me feel,you didn't see color
you saw me as the love of your life. My
darling I felt the same and I will love
you until I breathe my last breath.
My Grannies Love note
1-18-16