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I remember the time when I first took a good look in you eyes, you were handing me a
bouquet of flowers from work
The first time I held you in my arms the friendly hug right after, I get this girly smirk
I remember the feeling I had when we got home that night
I can't feel what I feel cause he's interested in the other kine
I remember the first time we held each other tight, the first boy in my bed
Remembering that tequila night and how we chose each other instead
I remembered that night you felt so close to my heart, how the butterflies were crazy
The touch of your gentle lips on mine (sigh) oh baby
I remember our cute little texts every morning we'd think of each other
How our smiles would open widely complementing one another
I remember when you'd always come over after you did your chores
How we'd just go straight for the bed and take naps with the open door
I remember how we'd always run away from the crowd so we'd finally be alone
Mary would always trip out like we'd do something wrong
I remember the night you stood up and took me to Foodland cause I wanted Strawberry
pancakes
How afterwards I felt bad cause you passed out and had work the next day
I remembered the night before it was just me and you in the house
When I turned and faced you we both spooned each other on the couch
Then we both sighed cause we told each other it was a perfect fit
Our bodies locked so closely together we closed our eyes and that was it
I remember you always being a romantic with all the flowers you gave
My room bloomed of beauty ness and the smell was insane
I remember our first make out session my lips felt glued to yours
How I could go on forever because of how passionate you are
I remember my very first time and how happy I was to give it to someone I have strong
feelings for
A man who felt the same was as I, the passion, the love, the music for sure
I remember the time when you let me put mascara on your precious moment eyes
We went out to the Pali Lookout and of course the rain stopped by
I remember how much I thanked God for bringing you into my life
Praying that htis river everlastingly flows with you by my side
I remember constantly thinking if our souls were together in the past life
The depth of my feelings, you've captured my heart, you are the love of my life.
Here & there, everywhere
lie pieces & parts of me
I exist only in the moments between what is and will be…
Taking a ride to the minimart...
Enjoy the passing lands...
...watching the sun playing on the warm sands.
These are fragments of imagery; memory.
Notes to a past life through a Childs looking glass
Sticks and stones blocks and collecting rocks tug of war,
Cowboys, and Indians and don’t forget monsters and such…
These are the fragments of thought here, there, and everywhere.
Lie the secrets of these skeletal remains, My moral refrain…
The life intertwined; a shard of crazy cracked glass,
door knobs made of brass,
firelight camping at night jumping at strange sites…
These are the fragments of me, my history!
Laughing like a loon to the break of noon,
staring at the lights of stars far, far above blazing from millenniums ago…
Fragments of things seen, known n believed!
Ghost stories and hot chocolate, jack o lanterns and witches scream,
these are what memories are made of, here and there lie these mortal remains…
This is all that is or will be again, faded memories pasted
into this tired and ruined frame, a scrapbook of imagery.
Posted deep into the past, pasted together from my fragments.
...together with collected things: Midnight in backyards, playing cards, broken toys, dog-eared books, quiet metronomes, and black rooks…
Moments lost once more,
so off to neverlands of distant mystery,
the vibrations die from the distant bell,
as echoes of jingle bells and carols
fall silent on a snowy evening…
The ticks of a cooling car on a winter night, the tocks of old clocks in grandfather's home, where shadows roam...
This is where I find the fragments of my time,
as I dig through my skeletal remains,
its parts fall on obscure shores
of distant histories…
Thunder and rain,
fears of war,
inner eyes cloud,
different thoughts crowd
like snow drifting in empty rooms.
Sun-rays fall as the wind plays,
dancing on my summer planes
these images are lost
in dusty folded faded photographs…
Define in my skeletal remains,
my bones barely seek human form,
they remember the pieces n parts of my existence,
as only anything can,
here & there & everywhere,
I am left picking up my skeletal remains...
A young tourist went into an old castle for site seen,
he became fascinated by the antique structure, the Gothic sculptures and the beautiful renaissance paintings hanging on the stone walls, artistically.
Some people moved in groups around tour guides, while others sat in the entrance hall majestically.
he took memorable pictures along the way, but got carried away by the multitude of people he had seen on his way in,
Interactively,
As he ventured deeper in curiosity, the lights became dimmer in visibility then the tranquillity of his mind grew shallow in inquisitiveness, gradually.
So he decided to abort his mission and return back to a common room, he turned around confidently but found himself still facing the same direction surprisingly.
It was at that moment, he realised he was now missing both in his dreams and also in reality as well, certainly.
Afterwards he tried to retrace his step from myths back to legend but his road map had become outdated hence the company of voices he once relied on while coming in, now sounded like mere rumours, on his way out, practically.
He scrolled through the pictures he had captured, although they all looked different initially but had now broken out through the thick walls, because all the stones looked the same in preview and his uncertainty had set them free in review, unfortunately.
He called out for help but his voice echoed reflectively around the concave mirrors of his mind in frequencies, repeatedly.
He began living a past life suddenly, trying to recall events because even the present time, had escaped his consciousness, relatively,
the only way forward for him presently, was to head backwards futuristically.
Since he did not have the plan 2 the castle, he made a plan out of the castle, by using two old stones, to start a fire, like a cave man, evolutionarily.
Thereafter he was crowned the king of the castle assumably because the tour guides began tracing the smoke immediately,
for they feared that the throne was about to be set on fire accidentally,
Finally the tourist was excavated out of the past into a present time frame, for "the stone that the builders rejected, had become the chief corner stone of the building" comprehensively...
The End...
Petrified Soul
A walk in a cemetery. Living in the past, but tales
I love the past. It’s not a fairy tale
Feel. Past lives. Death feels from the ages of life
Beautiful, nice, gorgeous moments, times
Cold feeling, almost freezing, around old stones and graves
Here live souls on stones, monumental names, strict signs
Remember the past. Because. Remembering the past. The life
Old monuments, milestones of life and development. Loved on
The past. Good to live here. The present is dirty.
All around the world. Need to find crystal. Saving me from my past life
There are light stones. Remembered names. All in the cemetery
This cemetery is my inspiration. Loved the tours there. A dream home
Thank you, past! Remembered people! I love you! I am a student of yours
Thank you, Wembley! Thank you, Kingsbury! This cemetery is the land of the past
I love. Great Thanks! The fantasy lives in your history, send the present life
I stay here. I died here. I want to be here, an invisible stone. The hologram love
Not me. I know. There lives a lady.
She lived here two hundred years ago.
Amazing. Tall. Attractive. Air creature. Tale
Long white dress. Marble white skin. White long face. Black shiny short hair
A womanly beauty. Long legs. I respect. I love this ideal. She lives in a statue
I know where. A stone angel. Can you see? No, you can’t. I know this lady
She is a stone. Her soul is a statue. A ghost, a shadow in my life.
She needs love. Always following me in the cemetery. The secret desire
I remember her from a dream. She just watched me in the cemetery
I loved her. She is dead. In Hungary. Why follow me? Why? She needs to kill.
She wants to digest my life. I know. I will die. I never returned her love. She is suffering
Followed me from Budapest to London. Died many years ago. Hmm. Perfect empress
She died. Her love lives. Sharp blade. Wants kill. Waiting. In the graveyard
Fearing. In my heart. I don’t go there. I feel her desire for revenge. She was a pure heart
Perfect personality. Guardian angel. I love her. Waiting for me in the cemetery, her statue
Always
I can't delete her
From my life
She is a stone
Coded love
The killer
I loved you, Elisabeth
Love
In bloody heart
Mine
Petrified Soul
Tentative rose thorns graze my skin as I push through the plant-walled garden
They neither break skin nor draw those secret white lines across it
Lillies of the valley wonder where their valley has gone when they realise they are on
flat land
Their delicate white petals stare at the clouds which gather like ants to an amberule of honey
I can feel the rain on the air, it clothes me in a heavy gown of foreboding and expectation
The birds who once called across the garden to their avian lovers silently flutter home
In the tall birches and oaks and evergreens, in the bright aboreal verendace, their world
I walk through a stream which has trickled and will trickle for ages,
patiently it cuts away the tarnished granite bed, deeper and deeper,
Tiny frogs leap away in instinctive terror, my feet suddenly transformed into evil monsters,
and as I step out of the stream bed, I wonder where all the butterflies have gone when I
see a moth
With spanning black wings as dark as night, edged with gold as bright as the sun,
its antennae are feathery and magnificently plume the insect's noble head, a crown above
all crowns,
Its six legs are carried tightly under its richly-furred black body, little dagger-glows
sheathed,
I reach out a hand as tentative as the rose thorns, and the moth plays with me,
taunting me with its nocturnal majesty, with its iridescent wings, with its reflective eyes,
To my eternal satisfaction the lordly moth alights upon my fingers,
and I wince as its claws grip my tightly, it folds in its wings, its royal robes of office,
The golden filligree glitters and the soft pixie dust all moths carry falls unnoticed onto
my hand,
Body quivering, I see the unmistakable mark across its elegant wing-shape;
death's head, a human skull, remnant of a past life,
laughing at me in my folly,
the lordly insect takes flight, leaving my with the sliently roses, the apathetic lillies,
the meandering stream, to contemplate the incomprehensible
and I breathe in the dust of the moth,
forgetting butterflies had ever existed, for the death's head
rules the secret garden day and night
and now I understand these things,
which only the whispered languages of the garden could say.
In a past life I must have killed a priest,
or could it be that on flesh i did feast?
Maybe I brutally raped a God ordained nun.
Because in this life I am being shunned.
My kittens have died, one every other day.
Three total and one other will not get that pardon or stay.
Feline leukemia, so all my cats will surely die.
The only humane thing is to euthanize, and so I cry.
Lois, then Jasper, next Quagmire, now Emmett too,
The mama cat, and their older brother will die, how can we get through?
Hopefully the three orphans weren't exposed enough,
Four weeks until we'll know, why does life have to be so tough?
The mama, Maxine, was named after my grandma who died,
the kids and Illyanna got her for me, because all I did was cry.
A year and a half of joy and love she brought to me.
Why does she and all the kittens have to die, is what I plea.
What have I done to have a life where I struggle every day?
I'm not a bad person, I'm kind and loving, how much more must we pay?
A mother, who didn't want me for a while, many men who used and abused me.
At times like this, it makes me want to give up on life, to turn and flee.
They say God doesn't give you more than you can handle at one time,
I feel like its a lie, I feel unjustly convicted of a horrible crime.
Today I have to choose, let my animals suffer or give them the mercy of death.
To bury six members of my family in seven days, will leave me bereft.
How much torture and pain must one person or family have to go through?
This isn't some fiction story, every word I write is nothing but true.
Every passing minute, more of my heart breaks piece by piece.
I don't smoke, or drink, or do drugs, or have sex, so I have no release.
Let me wake, and it be nothing more than a horrible dream,
I can't take much more of this crappy bad luck, its too extreme.
God, if you're there, why are you doing this to all of us?
I've always been told You are someone we can trust!
Please God, please don't take anything else away.
My heart and soul whither as the ends start to fray.
Tell me what you want me to do and I will gladly obey.
Just please, Dear God, I can't handle the agonizing dismay.
I awoke just as the ship exited the black hole
My mouth was dry, and the yearning for my love ones revisited my sole
Something moved, I saw it in my peripheral view
It was as big as a football, smooth, but my vision was still askew
I think it was the movement of my eyes that caused it to silently dart and hover over me
It was made of the same substance, like the spaceships we did see
Then a long needle came out of it and it slowly penetrated the iris of my eye
My mouth seemed to open as if to scream but nothing can out just a pain and a feeling I was going to die
I felt the pain and heard a cracking sound as it passed through the retina, then... nothing, no pain
I think it may have entered into my brain
Some how it accessed my memories and began deleting the feeling attached to my past life
I fought and managed to blocked its intrusion into my thoughts of sons and my wife
All the people I met in my life, all gone
Except three, and no matter how much it scrambled my brain searching, it found “Just a closer walk with thee” song
After what seemed forever it removed its lance from my eye
The sense of not having pain for those people was a relief but why?
I felt the wanting again for those three it could not find
Of my sons and my wife I had so cunningly concealed in my mind
I felt myself been rotated, facing down, looking through the ship at a huge Earth like world
Then everything blurred and swirled.
I woke up laying on soft lawn
The sun was rising, the beginning of a new dawn
There were thousands of people asleep on the ground
I ran checking each one for those I loved, like a bloodhound
There they were, we all made it, and were back together again
I hugged them and cried with no heart ache or pain
I looked up from this new earth and thanked God in the new heavens above
Then it dawned on me...
Each person I looked at I felt a strong sense of brotherly and sisterly love
Those Creatures were not invading our planet for all its worth
They were there to take us and give us a new beginning in a new Earth.
The destruction of man was inevitable and over due
And they were watching and waiting and some how they knew...
I desire only Peace
But I must face the Truth here
He is numbered among them
I look down at the campfires
He is lost in the vastness of their army
His tent is guarded by Warriors when he sleeps
He is such a coward
The thought of being hunted by such a man is a mystery
Like sticks builds spikes
Like words build men up
Look in my eyes Sir
Now I look in your eyes
You are shocked your blood spills out
I drilled you in the heart
And send you to that path in the skys
May you wonder among the stars and never find your way
Thank You great Spirits for the Victory over death
He is coming like a theif in the night
As wise as a serpent as harmless as a dove
Men should always pray and not lose heart
If you feint in the day of adversary your strenght is small
Beware less her words be like an arrow that pierces A BIRDS LIVER
Only the strongest of men are killed by her
My words are from the Master
I did'nt come to bring Peace but a Sword
Look I see a prophet on the streets of New York
Yelling at the top of his lungs the end is near
I look up but the sky is'nt falling
Like that man could ever mess with the best
like my compositions could ever fall beneathe another man
Unless they swoop down to lift him up
Unless i fall to doubt
Like God ever favored him with better words
Better composed-Better said
But never spoken till he read my dictation
And it inspired him
It raised him out the writer's block
That Powers blocked
Like Greater Powers opened and spoke
in many Voices and many Masters
The words in my heart crash down
I see poems wrote from my past life
The hand of the Queen on Her finger the purest Emarld when I kissed it
The Mission I undertook for her
I just suppose it was an erran of Life and Death
A Battle I would of never won without the help of my 3 friends
That are still here to this day
And I rode horseback from post horse to post horse
From Spain to France
And ran the last one so hard untill he fell and blood came out his mouth
A ran up the steps of the Palace in a cloud of dust
And the servants fed me and hung me back in the Queens closet
Believe me or not! I am the Queen's wingman!
Just like One of David's Mighty Men
My Hand is Frozen to the Sword
10/1/14
Battered knuckles
and crazed smile
Broken china
and acidic bile
Fleeting Psychosis
lost contact with reality
My past-life diagnosis
seems to be shattering
Gripping metal tables,
while stripped down to nothing
Ties over wrists and ankles,
heart monitor humming
Poked by useless needles
Jabbed at by doctors
All I do is sing nursery rhymes
as the fill out their rosters
Therapists try hard
To get me to talk
But I just grab my knees
and I start to rock
“Rock A-bye Baby”
I hear my mother whisper
her voice drowned out
by the sobs of my sister
I start to remember
the late-nights crying
but instead I block it out
my only wish is to be dying
“Twinkle Twinkle”
“Little Stars”
I shout the words
to get rid of the scars
“Old Macdonald”
I fling out my arms
“Had a farm”
I hear the alarms
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY”
I scream at the white coats
“MERRY CHRISTMAS”
as I grab at the cold throats
Then silence…
and I know they’ve knock me out
I grin, and I smile
Cause you see, I’m free now
EDITED: 3/20/15
Bloody battered knuckles
and crazed smile
Fragmented China
and acidic stomache bile
Fleeting Psychosis
misplace contact with reality
My past-life diagnosis
seems to be shattering
Gripping frigid metal tables,
while stripped down to nothing
Ties over wrists and ankles,
heart monitor humming.
Stabbed by useless needles
Jabbed at by doctors
All I do is croon nursery rhymes
as the fill out their rosters
Therapists try too hard
To get me to talk
But I just grab my knees
and I start to rock
“Rock A-bye Baby”
I hear my mother whisper
her voice drowned out
by the sobbing of my sister
I start to remember
the late-nights spent crying
but instead I block it out
my only wish is to be dying
“Twinkle Twinkle”
“Little Stars”
I shout the lyrics
to get rid of the deep-emotional scars
“Old Macdonald”
I fling out my bleeding arms
“Had a farm”
I hear the pounding alarms
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY”
I scream at the white coats
“MERRY CHRISTMAS”
as I grab at the cold throats
Then silence…
and I know they’ve knocked me out
I grin, and I smirk
Cause you see, I’m free now
You can not leave us
Think about, from up, what is our hearts, the only Heart
Okay, you don’t know, we need to move away, two ways
You gotta take me, let we us, okay we have it, you know
… that...
To come in here, let us be a forever affair to life from air
I will be a magic man, in our new life, from our gardens
… farm in air…
Have I a music from my sound to your love, and spirits
… on.
I will be a piggybank for you, just love me like you; feeling?
Let’s get it right, must it be okay our fate is our kind of life
You The End. Like me, but I am in Hell, drop me down
… your life on
Go. That I want to get, you caring just money. Don’t come
My life is always on, but not on your off, just let it take to you
Can’t understand if you are gone, but that is always my gone
You just care about money, but caring about a soul to like
… on…
The chase of my life comes from outside, money kind; find
… but enough to yours.
… Are you misty?
I have a tea. Yes, I do a thing, the bracelets on your neck; end
- … be dead…
I know, black my soul, but to shine you, you English? Drop mine
Get our present in the future from our life from the past, take on
What are you doing here? In this life? You just eating from the
…poor life.
That’s why, you can not get a healthy life. You not from the God
You come from your misty psychology, but the soul is free from life
Misty psychology woman is not my life, I can not get that in my life
… my life fly from God…
Guess our past life, in the cemetery I always pray to give us the
…lives.
See, okay. Everything is our good, like sickness our life production
… I just look forward of you
Hmm, my life experiences off in you
Your mind and soul can’t mind, but I loved someone; you
Bring it, I will get a feeling, that I love you; another soul of you
No, it’s a mistake. She is not the same. She will off you.
… Get you gone.
Gone from my life, I keep life always on.
… Drop my memory of my life
Can be you in my bye?
No.
No.
Just bye
Bye
I loved you
You can not
… leave us.
I leave us.