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As the tides slowly recede
Remnants left upon the shore
Reflecting beneath the sunlight
That bathes them now, from beyond the once obscure depths
Shimmering and glistening, souvenirs to soon be found and held
By the eager eyes of a childs tender hands
Whom shall rescue them, from their once solitude
No longer their existence without a purpose
For a gleeful heart will bring them home
To be treasured, for countless years to come
And the tales which they shall both then share
Within the smiling whispers amid the night
Innocence of purities never ceasing hearts
Still capable of dreaming, all things beautiful and true
Enchatings impossible, beyond the imaginaries of hope
Stories from the waters, that washed them across all time
Into the warmth of a perfect child
That breathed the breath of belonging, for them both
Through the many magical wonders, of unsullied sight
Thousands of years upon their journies, to this destiny they have arrived
Beneath the glories of Heavens always knowing
Their fate, and their final resting place
In the softness of the endlessness, of the majestical splendors of a child
Where through they crossed these dark and murkened currents, to someday arrive
To be loved within restoration, was their longing and belief
All along as they journied, through this realm of translucent space
This place between nothing, toward these havens of faith
Dlivered from the shadows, into the light of conditions no more
Belonging to their finding, a million stories to be unveiled
To the amazement of a child, whom saw their reason from afar
As with joy they embraced them, and held them close to their heart
Cast upon the shores, glittering treasures beneath this sun
Gathered by the hands, of a perfect one
Beyond the night, it was love, that finally won
The reasons for it all, wrapped eternally, within the purities from above....
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The Seashell and The Child
Form:
Love I'm
Turns cold autumn's
In sun's heat child, longing
Is feathered wax ripe fruits of joy
wreck of faith to suckle
So leaves till time
Fall dies
I'm Life
autumn's feed us
child, longing Winter's gall
ripe fruits of joy A temple bare
to suckle Echoes loud
till time prayers
dies knell
Life Man
Feeds us is more
Winter's gall than we tell
A temple bare love is life's rose
Echoes loud for all climes
prayers O keep
knell faith
Man Love
Is more turns cold
Than we tell so leaves fall
Love is life's rose as feathered wax
for all climes in heart's sun
O keep dry faith
faith cries
Two hands in folds of shoddy cotton,
in clouds of cheap champagne and cigarette smoke.
My ringing ears
Echoing the television murmurs,
but it’s the same news on a broken record,
broken record horrors.
Now the clock— It’s snickering, a thief, consuming time and stealing
the 217 kisses, the 32 chocolate milkshakes shared
in his old Porsche,
the 3 ice creams in December and the 12 shivers that followed,
the 56 morning coffees,
the 12 months of moon cycles—
I counted them one by one, refusing to let time
pass
him
by.
I remember with him
the 314 soft embraces, the 17 drops of brandy
that dripped down our chins, the 39 words
yelled then regretted, the 3 meteor showers
he slept through.
Waiting room. I try to peel the hospital scent from his skin,
but it’s a lonely phantom refusing to depart.
The summer cologne lingers its dollar’s worth on his scalp,
quickly fading, masked by Lysol, white walls, sickness.
Feverish. He closes his eyes, heart monitor beeping to a constant,
the peaks on a swift descent.
Because as time chews away
the 3 teeth bumps, the 14 letters,
19 skin tracings, 2 chalk outlines,
the 3-syllable, 8-letter words,
and the 100 times
I confirmed reality
(as he cried, in vain,
for release),
I’m forgetting already
the smell of his hair, the precise pores
and number of freckles on his cheeks.
Now. I turn car key, start engine, breathe broken- record breaths.
I’ll pretend it’s all a formula I’m confirming,
because Fate never meant us to be.
I am discovering truths:
we’re just awkward children in this adult world,
aware of waning time, unprepared, longing for youth.
His Gods have plugged us both in like variables,
and we’re no longer oblivious to the outcome,
because I’ll wrestle with Love, plead with Death,
beg and bargain with Time,
and still,
I’ll drive on.
When often thinking of times past
In accordance to her own place
She recalled a heart broken young woman
With longing her pain to erase
Guys grow fond of her demeanor
Going so far as to follow her around
Yet without a doubt she controls her heart
And departs them safe and sound
She never strays from her values and ways
From actions she continues to refrain
And when boys spend time in her company
For her, it is merely to entertain
Childish ways once embedded naturally
Inside her innocent mind
Have soon dissipated into the land of dreams
And reality she’s come to find
So many times she’s feared the day
When one young soul she shall meet
He’ll speak foreign truth she’s never heard
And sweep her off her feet
Hesitant to become transparent
She often hid her anticipation
And did so well for the initial encounters
Although with great frustration
No one seemed to understand her like this one
For in such a short amount of time
She questioned what her motives were
As her affection seemed to climb
Attempts to stray from him failed miserably
And in fact seemed to attract her more so
Each departure she vowed was the last
Yet her endearment continued to grow
Left in a quandary
She allows him to speak his peace
She soon understands his wishes for them
Are from each other to release
Now, rational a thinker she may be
She desires his wishes as well
But something leads her to believe
They both know this attempt will fail
She’s scared to read too much into this
In fear that feelings are unrequited
For only God can deem what’s to be true
And who shall be united
So, idly she and her soul await
For sign of returned desire
Yet, until that day she will attempt no more
And to her chambers simply retire
Second Chances
By Rick Rucker
I stepped back from The Abyss
Suddenly, I know real bliss
Recently, I went through Hell,
Now most could not tell
An event I would call tragic,
Whose effects are less, like magic.
Where once I tossed, in dread,
I now peacefully sleep instead.
How could this come to pass?
I chanced upon a winsome lass
My late wife’s love was my first,
Losing her was sure the worst,
But Ria put my heart together
Now I only wonder whether
I can convince her to be my wife
To share, with me, this life.
All I owe her cannot be repaid
I feel my execution has been stayed.
Other friends re-taught me to live
But none of them could ever give
Me their hearts in such a way
That I feel like a child at play
The grass is greener, the sky more blue
This Love inside of me is true,
I would do whatever it takes
To keep her, the one who slakes
My everlasting thirst for Love
And to value her above
Any others I have known
She will be my love alone.
She promised herself to not say
“I love you” to her dying day,
She says it now, whene’er we talk,
Right up front, she doesn’t balk.
We both had a common need
A longing that we had to heed.
Each of us is complete,
But together, a couple, with Love replete,
We can fend off any blows,
That life, our way throws.
Finally, I would like to state,
That I will gladly meet my Fate
I have been blessed with a second chance
To use my powers of Romance!
My eyes slowly droop
Getting closer and closer
To darkness
But I still try to
Slap myself awake
And the process
Continues like that
For about five minutes
That seem like hours
To the half conscious me
Every time I inhale,
Your scent overwhelms me
A bit like cookies baking
A tad, of freshly cut grass
But mainly the smell of the sun
The sweet sweet smell
That mesmerizes me
Your warmth radiating
Keeping me safe
I feel you all over me
Even though you are
Just next to me
You aren't asleep yet
I can tell
You pretend to be
But your uneven breathing
Gives you away
You're eyelids are closed
And your long lashes
Flatter your perfect face
Each, crevice flawlessly formed
Your lips sturdy in position
But look longing for that kiss
That I have been holding onto
Your milk chocolate hair
Brushed slightly over your forehead
Your jaw relaxed
As you exhale, I feel
Warm moist air shower
My head, laid just below
As I rest it on your sturdy chest
I can feel every breath
And hear every beat
Of your perfect heart
I hold onto one hand
Desperately trying to stay awake
Savoring every one of these
Perfect moments
When you and I breathe together
And are one, warm and tight
"I love you," I whisper under my breath
I finally let my eyes shut, and begin to drift
Only just hearing the slightest sound
Of your smooth voice, loving me back...
how life goes
One summer day at the creek
thats where it all began
what memories I have to keep
you were a boy longing to be a man
I knew right from the start
it wouldn't take long for you to win my heart
so many dreams to me you sold
forever to have and to hold
but forever is a long time
you not coming home one night was no crime
there is no way to really know
it just meant I need to go
the house was empty and cold
how did I know? some one must have told
you never dreamed it would come to this
it started with just a kiss
she was just a fling
she means nothing
thats what you say
but I don't see it that way
we see this quite differently
the one that meant nothing was me
Form:
The world as seen from outer space,
a relatively tranquil place,
is not what it appears to be.
Though rocky earth and deep blue sea
dominate this living sphere,
that is not all that resides here.
There’s mammals, birds, reptiles and fish,
but to be one of them is not what I wish.
The thing that I wish is something far more,
than anything found in legend or lore.
The number of wishes I've made is tall
as the tree from which I once saw an apple fall.
Yet wishing I’ve found, it does not matter,
like as high as you climb on a treadmilling ladder.
How could this be the answer to what has become
of not all the thousands, but just of the one?
The one wish I want to truly come true,
the wish that I could be with you.
These thoughts they carve a hole in me,
and at first glance I did not see
the toll that it would take on me.
Thoughts of longing to be free
of emotions now consuming me.
I'll push these things to the back of my mind,
but to my soul, the emotions will bind.
As time goes on the days will pass,
and turn to fleeting moments, or memories everlast.
Now just as the apple that fell from the tree,
I wonder what is to become of me.
I take another breath, then let fall a tear,
For cold is the wind that will breeze me.
And sadness will sear.
Love sows bitter seeds, in this,
My infertile heart…
I reap a poor harvest,
And I starve my longing soul;
Dining out on coffee grounds –
On the acrid taste of stale romance
I am not brave enough for love;
The courage of a lion does not lie here,
Not in these sorry veins…
When tender arms surround me,
And a soft voice murmurs lullabies,
Then the panic rises –
Rears its ugly black head, and strikes
And, coward that I am, I run…
I run far away, into myself,
Into the black labyrinth of my twisted mind
Inside those hallowed halls I am safe;
And you -
The man with the sapphire eyes –
You cannot find me here
In this darkness I cower,
Sheltered by a cloak of fine-spun
Self deception
You may hammer on the doors,
You may call my name –
May carve your spells in my rocky eyes…
But I will still be blind;
And I will still hide
Until you turn away in despair,
Admit defeat, and leave no trace behind –
Nothing but the memory,
The sweet memory, of those haunting eyes
Those cerulean diamonds that enchant me so –
And the echo of your voice in my head will tease,
Will torment, until I fall to my knees,
Bang my frail skull against the walls of my tomb,
And curse myself for a fool
For condemning myself to this solitary gloom
Crisp cold air moves in slowly expectedly.
How nice it can feel after long hot haze filled days of summer.
Gradually the chill embraces all.
And all succumbs to mother winters icy graces.
Trees lay dormant.
Water rests in a shiny crystal state.
And the ground sleeps under its insulating blanket.
Not all rests during these grey times.
So much more grows and thrives then the darkened cold ground reveals.
But like the ground it must remain covered insulated from all around it.
For if it is seen it shall not survive the blustery Gaze that it will be subjected to.
so it sits waits... but growing.
An enigma in a world full of certainties
It lies unmoving through many months of the grey and grows stronger and larger
with each blast of icy cold.
Forever longing for the thaw.
Yet knowing it may never arrive.
As the days grow longer it waits, waits for the summer perhaps then it can bloom.
Taking comfort in the fact.
That although the release into the sun would be oh so freeing.
That the cold grey is its mother and here it can stay forever.
Hidden continuing to grow never to be harmed isolated,
OH winter longing's