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Flirting with oppositional screams
As I grip the reins of a strangled soul
Is not as simple to me as life or death
Moments that are only memories flickering
Like a candle that is burning out
eventually the wick will be spent
The last lick of the flame is what will
Recapture the spirit within these windows
Shining through the cracks
Of this numb body shines a sober
Happiness with a glass shattering
World's away difference
Resiliency riding by my side
Is strength that I own with pride
Flying overhead towards the answers
As if I were jumping onto a moving train
My heart thumps nervously accepting
The truth will not always be what I want
Making up my mind and sticking to it
Is the one peak I climb to reach with gusto
The balmy breeze wafted over the prairie,
Where yellow cowslips huddled in patches.
And here and there I heard a whisper echoing:
Love her, love her, love her.
But she seemed deaf and preferred the wounded wind.
How easy it was to forget and never recapture
All my wistful whisper, I would always love you.
Those sweet nothings of past affections.
We no longer trudged the path made up for two.
Forgotten were those bygone days
When we believed that thistledown tufts
Were really friendly fairies in disguise.
Thus she escaped my clutches
And like a unicorn disappearing in an eclipse,
I headed for a dull and empty living
Blaming her uselessly for I still loved her.
Weren't we the product of our time?
We slammed the doors of love in our own faces,
Building woeful walls around us
Painting it with a tinge of misunderstanding,
When we could lead such a colorful life,
Giving our hearts a chance,
Laughing at ourselves.....
And sending a whisper,
a woeful whisper to the moon above.
Placed First
The sun hovers on the horizon and
shimmers its rays across the sea.
In this snatched moment life is balanced -
as I breathe in its peace and tranquility.
A life's quest for contentment encapsulated
in this serene instant...... suspended ......
mentally photographed for posterity.
Glimpsed - then gone - as the journey continues.
Now, today, in this time frame, in this instant,
I am happy: I have found it; the elusive
rare butterfly; the slippery eel caught - held -
then gasped for as it slips from my grasp.
When I look back on this time, this place.
I know it will be remembered fondly.
I will handle it gently, removing it from
the cerebral tissue paper which preserves it....
carefully unwrapping, piece by piece.....
trying to recapture the clarity; the colours,
the mood, but not quite as my memory
becomes ravaged by the blurring of time.
I recall when the sun hovered on the horizon
and shimmered its rays across the sea.
In that snatched moment, already gone,
I found perfect contentment and peaceful symmetry.
My dear, if we could meet again,
I’d want so much to recapture
the thrill you filled me with back then.
Oh, could we relive that dulcet rapture?
First, I’d gaze into your warm, brown eyes.
You could touch your eyelashes to mine.
I’d whisper: Trace me with your sighs.
Your breath upon my face, dear, I find divine.
Trail your fingers down the nape of my neck.
Butterfly your kisses with your susurration.
Let soft kisses linger, my darling from Quebec.
I want to tingle with anticipation.
Yes, trace me with your sighs, sweet explorer,
and with your caresses, murmur your delight.
Be for me my romance restorer.
Adore me as before, dear dreamy knight.
Praise the Lord for He is risen
Can't teach it in school, can preach it in prison
Liberal leadership is way out of hand
Time we stood up and took control of our land
We survived many wars and a major depression
But can we survive this new oppression
Millions of people see their rights undefended
So the Anti-American is not offended
We founded this country on freedom of choice
Now it appears we have no voice
The dissident one who cries out loud
Has far more rights than the patriotic crowd
We can't have a prayer or a moment of silence
We are asked to accept random acts of violence
Our leaders are oblivious to the people's need
While our corporate structure is infected with greed
We can no longer see where we need to go
Our morals and values have hit an all time low
We need to cure this massive infection
We need to start moving in a different direction
On this sea of discontent we will ride
To recapture our country and restore our pride
To the home of the brave and the land of the free
One nation, UNDER GOD, sweet liberty.
Now I know where my heart resides,
It has taken me forever to change my sight,
But in the midst of it all, God had a plan,
I sat down through the chaos to understand,
Alone was lonely, and held back words,
Fear gripped my voice, choked up and unheard,
Yet in the silence, a still small voice remembered,
All the hearts love and joy to keep it together,
The most humbling experience I've ever had,
To reread and recapture to understand,
Where did she go, and why did she leave??,
I needed God to work on me...
The why's are intentions to pay attention to,
It's all about why you do what you do,
When your intentions are questioned, you must search your heart,
What brought you together, what tore you apart,
Some say that's too analytical, just roll with the punches,
Yet how many of us actually care enough to take the time to do this,
Are we willing to see ourselves, and how we treat others,
Love holds the key to the door that can open or shut this,
Dear teacher, you don't know what you just did,
You handed me keys in order to live,
For inside I was dying a little each day,
Stuck in mourning, I just came out today,
I reached out in faith many years ago,
Something you said in my heart gave me hope,
I stepped out of character, I stepped out of conformity,
My eyes opened wide, yet you thought I was the enemy,
My heart was true, yet you couldn't hear,
I'm thankful for the assumptions, I'm thankful for my tears,
Running for my life wasn't running away,
The light was not snuffed out, it became brighter that day,
Nobody told me ‘the world was my oyster’
I never knew they were the best years of my life
Years of freedom, driving around, without a wife
There I was, feeling pressured and pressed
To want what others had, nice house, social standing
Goals that only compounded the stress
Why couldn’t I play ball anymore, eat junk food
What made me want to grow up
When I wasn’t sure I could…
And now here I am in old age
Vainly trying to recapture a life
Where I hop in the car and go
~ free from the grip of a controlling wife
Hunger when I see you
What's an animal to do?
Reaching for perfection
With nothing but affection in my heart
Fear aside, come step into my cage
Where the air is dry but cooler in the shade
Blind since my recapture
To does and does not matter
Just because you're paranoid
Doesn't mean that they're not out to getcha'
Friends appear and will tell you of their dreams
And enemies, well, they're never what they seem
Eclipse of the sun with the birds anticipating
Fall of the one time mighty jungle king
The whole point of no return
Was a landslide of earthly concern
'Only time I knew my place
Was when they rang my bell and then they ran away
Close your eyes, lo' and behold the truth
And what you feel belongs to none but you
No complaints, I've no regrets
I've made my peace with what is left
And my pride it was no gift it
Was a curse I will be glad to have lifted
The price I paid I choose not to remember
With a leap of faith and the courage to surrender
The fall of the once so mighty jungle king
The world still turns and the birds, they still sing
If someone handed you a box with everything in it that you had ever lost
what is the first thing you would look for?
Holiest of things that I could never recapture
like the feel of dad's hand in mine
on a warm summer day when all the world was
time ...
A most sacred memory wrapped in tissue
settled deep inside a box safely locked
Underneath my bed a tarnished locket
that wasn't even mine...
The child within me, the one that got away
nineteen and gone too soon
A monsoon rain that September remembers
soaked and filled with longing,
The face of youth
my brother's Marco Polo voice
inside a chlorinated pool
just before he died
Coming back to recapture and constitute whys,
To understand our train of thought, the path we seek with our eyes,
The external influence that suggests and surrounds,
Take it all away and what have you found,
Lay your heart bare and what do you see,
Under all the layers of your reasoning,
What you grip onto so tightly in order to let go,
Take it all away for a moment and reevaluate your soul,
What pain pushed you and prodded you to run into your ways,
What traumas made you run away from your pain,
Take away your fix it mentality because control is not in your hands,
Lay it down at the alter and give it away again,
Give and love freely without control and confined,
Stop trying to conform yourself to free your own eyes,
Love the freedom to love...love the freedom to give,
Stop putting rules on your freedom to live,