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Life sometimes
Has been nothing more than raging streams
cascading over the sharp edges of rocky dreams.
Surging down sculptured mountain sides so steep
where dreams splinter, reflected in troubled sleep.
Remnants of, go beyond recognition, no longer to keep
within the subconscious confines of one’s memory hoard,
yet, once filed, the virtuous, the debauched become stored
forever more, upon one’s synaptic cleft, to become scored.
It seems that much of my stuff is habitually subjective.
Seldom has it been that they are of the stuff that is objective.
My thoughts, my feelings, my words are mostly selective.
They all come from past memories that are reflective.
B. J. “A ” 2
November 27th 2018
I
Standing in a glass cube
As rain falls all around
The fate of the world
Is up for sale
Valkyries burst like bombs
As the forces of evil push us down
Lightning lances across the sky
And we're begging for a miracle
The great Arc sails the skies
A triumph to watch sails unfurl
Serenaded by the pegasus
Are we finally saved
As volcanoes erupt and gods awake
The glass cube begins to shatter
Wherein stands the Proprietor of Evil
For it is Hades Himself
II
Clouds part like curtain call
Fire shoots across the heavens
We're just witnesses to Armageddon
As civilization falls apart
As helpless as cockroaches
Cowering in the shadow of a shoe
Were the old feuds really worth it
As gods render earth a battleground
Sails ripped and on fire
The arc is sinking in a blaze of glory
But victory is surely at hand
As Alexander holds blade up high
Once again ensnared in a glass cube
As tears rain from the skies
Comes the death of the empire of Hades
And his fate is up for sale
I wake with the weight again
a shadow that speaks in my own voice,
telling me there’s no point.
But I’ve learned not to argue
with ghosts who have memorized
all my soft spots.
Instead, I breathe.
Once for the past,
twice for the pain,
a third for the chance that maybe
today will hold something small and good.
And I say it
not loud, but certain:
I am still here.
I am still breathing.
This moment will not break me.
The words wrap my ribs
like a bandage,
keep my heart from falling apart
in the wind.
The shadow doesn’t vanish,
but it loosens its grip,
and that is enough
for me to take
one more step.
Don't lock your heart as Autumn beckons
Afraid youth fades as the leaves turn brown
Beauty is more than the eyes behold
Beauty is each moment together we stole
Wrap my heart around your finger
A young man at your feet I linger
What happens happens love cannot be define
I was always yours you were never mine
Was I just a fling to pass those summer days
My summer love a young heart can't erase
The nights are longer and the days feel cold
My smile alone can't stop your dread of old
You told me to go but I would not leave
You had your fill I just started my need
In the night you shied away
But every dawn your love still stays
The emptiness I always feel
To new loves it slowly kills
I think of her of so long ago
Was she right to let me go
I had so much to give my first love
She took for her what was enough
So many springs so many new loves
But never the same as I felt once of
I think of you when the leaves turn brown
Did you ever find the love I thought we found
When I was a girl,
Every once in a while,
I’d receive in the mail,
Because that was the style,
A letter to copy
And send to a name
At the top of a list,
Which in that letter came.
When you copied the note,
You’d add your own address
To the list, while deleting
The top one. Success
Came when after some days
You’d receive quite a slew
Of the letters, from strangers,
Delivered to you.
If you followed the rules,
You would have some good luck.
If you didn’t, without it,
I guess you’d be stuck.
The letters back then
Needed stamps and were mailed
And the fun part was knowing
That you had prevailed.
Now my granddaughter sent me
A chain in a text:
“Sent to 15 new people
Or what happens next
Will be lots of bad luck
For 3 years if you don’t.
If you do, you will get
A new phone.” (No, I won’t.)
“You will also be getting
The pet of your dreams.
Everybody will love you!”
I guess that’s how it seems
To the youth of today,
But with this kind of chain,
As I wrote to my granddaughter,
I will refrain.
I wish I never grew up.
because mama, this world is ugly.
I wish I lived to see the autumn, but come winter, cut me.
For mama, there is beauty in the dark,
just as there was beauty in my heart.
And had you told me how it goes,
I’d end my story while the ink still flow.
For it’s no longer 2014,
and hopes and dreams are never what they seem.
As once you leave the safety of your mind,
where the only person to let you down is I,
you walk to drown into the sea.
I find it so hard to see,
As if the grass is too tall and my feet can’t reach.
For as I run in time, the world runs faster,
and I broken, greeting defeat.
It’s no longer 2014,
so I take a breath and exhale a breeze.
For the capes we wore, they no longer fit,
and the heroes beneath live to please.
How time has passed.
The years, numbers,
but people change.
It’s no longer 2014.
I want to relinquish this stagnant pain.
It has been lurking in my subconsciousness
and perforating my reality for too long.
I try to extricate myself from this servitude
but it sticks to my fingers like resin
whenever I try to discard it. Clinging to my memory
like a limpet to a rock: embedded in my remembrance,
and etched into my history. Niggling, annoying,
irritating, like a loudly-ticking clock.
I want to assuage myself of this recollection.
I have served my penance and paid my dues.
I try to escape this quagmire, but my shoes
capitulate to the quicksand, dragging, dislocating
me from the solid ground of familiarity -plunging me
into the slavery of remembering once more.
Let me relinquish this putrid pain.
It is disabling my forward motion.
I am trapped in the quondam of a past life.
Let me go! Let me let it go!
Stop calling me. I won't answer.
I can't hear you. I won't listen. Go away!.........
Oh blissful silence! Peace from the demolition
of future's construction. I look behind, one last time,
but the ashes of hated memoirs dissipate in my view.
Looking forward now, steps gathering momentum.
Safe from the past, and welcomed by expectation.
Free at last, sure footed in my pursuit of happiness
You may missed it, but you are
incandescently alive; a shooting star
at dusk-colored sky. Falling
into the atmosphere, first contact of
fresh air. Friction
wears you armor in blazing flame, highlight—
In the star-sown space, you
a knight descending into this earth
on your loyal mount that is
you, and stardust from unnamed planets
that you once drifted among
aimlessly—until inevitably gravity
from this earth hooked
you. Out of all lost asteroids—
You
Into this earth
you fall, this earth you soar—in a sky shared
with this new species called doves, you
fly your own sky, draw
a tail of wonderstruck dusts
On trails no comets share, tremble—fear—
but keep chasing, by dint of
the white-hot oxygen that
ignites heartbeat at risk of explosion—
Know: in your motherland they speak
the tale of a young star
claiming his spark in new air.
I'm looking back in time, it
doesn't strike me straight away
I'm too intrigued to see those
faces once again. A small group
of six apparently happy relatives
posed on a hilltop somewhere
with aerial view of fields behind.
With all the knowledge I have
it occurs to me that these smiles
they wear were really masks
and beneath were the concerns
of holding their individual
loves and lives together.
Each of us are doing that each
and every second of a day.
Four of the six have passed on:
But not before their bodies
were aged and weakened
simply by being alive.
It is a strange path we tread
from oblivion to oblivion,
and along the way we might
be captured in some nanosecond
of time in a photograph, where
we bravely put on a smile
as if we are comfortable and
know what it is actually all about.
Have a happy new year folks.
© Griffonner 2024
Spoken words are what I hear
That sinks into the depth of my ear
What's reflected and brought up later in time
Are the spoken words buried within my mind
Some spoken words really should go far away
Spoken words I don't wanna deal with you today
Spoken words at times can be such a lie
They are said to make you happy, then at moments make you cry
Spoken words, spoken words, you are just so mean
You call me fat and ugly, then use curse words in between
Spoken words are a reminder of what was said back then
If spoken harsh the spoken words are hard for you to mend
Spoken words you stood there directly in my face
You said you'll never leave me, now we're distant with this space
Spoken words can be misused and often times leave you confused
Spoken words, spoken words, I just don't get
Spoken words, spoken words, so full of it
Just to remind you here are a few
Of the spoken words I thought to me was oh so true
"Call me if you need me, I'll be here for you"
But my calls went unanswered, what now am I to do?
Spoken words you said that you were on your way
Spoken words you still haven't made it to this day
Spoken words you said that I would always be your friend
Until my money I decided not to you I want to lend
Spoken words you said at the altar, "I do"
But spoken words I must ask, "Where now are you?"
Spoken words don't know the damage that was done
What was once two for years has now become just one
You said, "I love you, I got you, yeah baby we good"
Could the spoken words you said may have been misunderstood?
Spoken words said, "I'mma change, I'll try"
Spoken words can leave without even saying good-bye
Spoken out of character, out of content, out of text
Spoken words can alter what you will say next
Spoken words can tear you down and even build you up
Spoken words can strengthen you and make you oh so tough
Spoken words should be positive and to do that shouldn't be hard
Spoken words used negative you should totally disregard
Let's be mindful of the words we choose to use today
So spoken words can be remembered in a good and happy way
I love you!