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scared, alone
broke down on dark highway
creepy willows, hover over me
waiting for a sign of headlights
but to no avail-none
i debate to walk
slowly creeping through woods
fog thicker than lard
water gushing in open-toed shoes
till i see a dim light
wooded cabin tucked away
shadowed by redwoods
i knock-no answer
i enter cautiously
sit by fireplace as i
remove my wet shoes
there's a towel hung over rocking chair
as if waiting for methen it hits me
i've been here before
locked in a closet
by some crazed maniac
i slowly step to the closet door
turn the knob
crouched in corner
scared, alone
looking into my eyes
another young soul
taken before her time
i retrace my steps
and remember when i was 16
driving down this dark highway
when my car broke down
thinking someone would help
waking to being tied and tortured
till i no longer breathed
scared and alone
karen croft
I was recklessly driven to such a BARREN place so much like myself, and this empty quest was just a fool-hearted venture. Always living on the edge, I was adventurous and wild with a high tolerance for risk. Everyone who heard of my plans, both friends and foe, cautioned me "No"! My best friend Stan, my girlfriend Ann, and my worst enemy, Van said "No"!!! But my mind was 'made up', my brains were 'shut down', and I was a clown. I had wandered here and wander there and just about everywhere. So I whispered to myself, "With the proper care and the proper gear, why not me"? I always knew that there was no place like home, but I had a THIRST to run and roam. I figured that if things got out of hand, I could always retrace my tracts and retreat. I had read about a German family who got lost and died in a desert. After thirteen years their vehicle and their bones were finally found. Their fate and misfortune brought tears to my eyes, and a vision of heavy heat waves and wind gusts of death flashed across my brains, but I quickly dismissed it saying, "Not I", and departed. I reached the desert and felt at home with a different kind of beauty in brush and sand. But before long, I saw mirages and realized I had made the last wrong turn of my life. My only OASIS was an unearthly one as I was ushered into heaven.
09242018PoSoupContest, I Wander The Desert Alone, Edward Ibeh *Fiction
I lost something special
Just when I was at the threshold
The dark forces took hold
Many a time this has been told
Knowing now that new hands embrace
What was once mine this elegant gift of grace
Mesmerized I was the moment I faced
These thoughts I often retrace
The pleasure of leather and lace
A connection shared by one who was true
Transformed and taken by this evil shrew
It was all because of you this evil in her grew
Cruelly abused by the family she knew
Attracted to negative energies attraction
The alcohol is a chemical reaction
Be her method of usual distraction
Granting momentary satisfaction
Recognizing that the love of oneness is true
Does not leave me feeling blue
For loving still holds harder the glue
Refueling my spirit a new
To be patient for this is no game
Nor do I seek favor and fame
For loves fire overcomes the pain
No matter how far the distance you name
So, no matter where life carries you
No matter it is whatever you do
From stones and bullets by you
My love will always remain with you
Form:
Recognising this form is dust,
an urn shaped from Mother Earth’s crust,
enlivened by the touch of God,
we feel each heartbeat as love’s thrust.
To get to the source, heart is thawed,
that thus by giving love our nod,
in stillness we get to the source,
gentling touch, as conscience does prod.
As life then charters its own course,
soul ascends without use of force,
revealing that life’s but a dream,
where we repay debts through remorse.
Ego spawns desires, then thoughts stream,
pursuing which, we let off steam
but come what may, we’re doomed to fail,
because things are not what they seem.
The code of love is penned in braille,
that even the blind may set sail,
going way beyond time and space,
where dark fears no longer assail.
One with oneness, invoking grace,
steps towards heaven we retrace,
by our soul’s choice to vaporise,
that lower mind we thus deface.
Wonderstruck each morn at sunrise,
witnessing each breath in surprise,
clear light dawns, even as we yawn,
whence transformed as light, ego dies.
The rain is falling hard outside
The wind is picking up
It's miles until we reach the next point
But we can't even think of giving up
This shelter is so rudimentary
It's only half killing the cold
The moon light above is shining brightly
I think it's time we took a hold
A body count sees that we are missing one
We go and look out at the fields
The fields look like black, uneven tracks
But our comrade may well be out there on his knees
Let's retrace our steps back to the previous point
Let's pretend the sun is out
Let's pretend we're off for a country walk
Let's do it now, right now!
We have to stick to watching backs and following the line
Until we find him we will walk no matter what the tide!
We won't be able to hear ourselves the wind is so strong now
The horizontal rain will hit our faces hard, we must protect our eyes!
100 metres and we do a check, to make sure we're all here
When we find our comrade we may well have to carry him back here
No rest now boys, no food, no drink, try to remember how strong willed you are
The wet cold fields and cruel weather vast will try to bring us to our knees
But this fight against the elements will be true and hard but we will win, we will win.
An injured, lost, soldier is out there now, and we will do this for him.
A stage star light across your face,
Hides the gloom
You carry the weight of the room
The embrace of midnight,
Ignites a fire
The world is warmed by your desire
Blown in the wind lies the stories you told,
From the London streets,
To halls of gold
The silence pastures in your memories,
You have always got a friend in me
Did you know you’re the dream they all chase?
Your name’s a song all hearts retrace
Golden moments in the moon’s silent gleam,
We see you shining on the silver screen
Beyond the roles, the masks and the fame,
There’s a soul untouched,
By love’s disgrace
A gentle smile, or a poignant tear,
Through your silence we hear you clear
Through every role you’ve made,
Young hearts yearn
You taught the world to discern
You’re not just a face, but a spirit,
Who flies
High above the scripted skies
Did you know you’re the dream they all chase?
Your name’s a song all hearts retrace
Captured moments in the moon’s silent gleam,
We see you shining on the silver screen
You shine on the silver screen,
High above Heaven’s scripted skies,
To our hearts, you did fly
Silent moments in the moon’s crystal gleam,
Sharing smiles on the silver screen
In and around, vibrance abounds,
rhythm of the universe perfect
and each fresh breath intake astounds,
source of which we cannot detect.
Immediate and intimate,
is touch of enigmatic space,
flow of time unveiling our fate,
where our origins we retrace.
Ramana inquired, who am I,
as that awareness self-aware,
ear of the ear, eye of the eye,
as stark truth sages did declare.
When we sleep, ego disappears,
resurrecting itself at dawn,
bringing with it desires and fears,
demons that vanish when we yawn.
We feel limited, caged in form,
yet heart tells us there’s more to us
but since we’re trapped in a thought storm,
concepts continue to nonplus.
Betwixt two thought trains, in the pause,
with the fulcrum, our tranquil heart,
as both the effect and the cause,
we then sense bliss ignition start.
How may magnetism be explored,
that truth of Self be realised,
save by erasing mind’s scoreboard,
that thus ego is exorcized?
Upon ending thought commotion,
that that remains is who we are,
revealed in ultra slow motion;
light that lights each and every star.
And then we came to the place
Where the two seas meet,
With nothing but God and each other:
There our lives were a mirror
To each other, and yet it was
All that we had ever wanted.
I had never seen her dance
And twerk her apple bottoms,
I had thought her fake and private,
And penned a song "dance with me"
Then at that junction
She relieved herself of burdens:
She was nothing but a beautiful babe,
And in that garden, her honey skin
Was refined to rare gold,
You would think her not human,
And could hurt at a single touch.
And yet God had taken us that far
When He had caused us
To retrace our steps back to the place
Where we had lost our fish
When they slipped into the sea
In a very swiftly surprising way,
We had been careless of love,
And even then we could not care more,
With God in control.
My Guest Rain
Hello My Guest Rain,
You Sober and Simple,
But you are truth as life,
Nobody can control you,
nor hate you,
You are favorable all of us,
Those who welcome you warmly,
you give them blessing.
When a kid see you,
He feels joy,
When a mature man see you,
He retrace his old memories,
When an old man see you,
He feels tranquility,
You have the same feeling,
for all of us,
And you never discriminate with us.
My Dear Guest Rain,
You brings positivity, fruition
and tranquility for those lives,
Who welcome you warmly.
My Dear Guest Rain,
When you touch the face,
Then the face become happy,
Such as a kid become happy.
While watching his father,
arriving in evening.
My Dear Guest Rain,
Your arrival is as important as departure,
And I promise you when,
you come again ,
I will happily welcome you.
- Shubham Pandey
Josh’s drinking days were long behind him. The three beers he drank before ordering his meal; the two beers he drank during his meal; and, the two Bailey’s he consumed after his meal had taken their effect on the middle-aged man. He talked incessantly to the bartenders, bothered the two young ladies who sat at the bar a few stools away and staggered back and forth to the men’s room a dozen times.
Finally, reluctantly, after many hours had passed, Josh paid his tab, leaving a generous, alcohol influenced tip and wobbled out the door. Not sure which direction to go to return to his hotel, Josh simply started off down the street, still thinking about his wife.
How much time passed is unclear, but he was many blocks away when he suddenly realized he was not wearing his fedora. Josh did an about-face and tried to retrace his steps to the bar and bar stool where he knew his hit sat waiting for him. Josh walked into and out of a number of bars he mistook for the one he dined in. Although he was fooled by the outside facades, once he stepped in, he knew it was the wrong bar.
When Josh finally stumbled upon the bar that he recognized as the one he had dined in, it was closed and the doors were locked. It was 3:00 am.
Tears came to Josh’s eyes. Josh felt as if losing the hat his wife had given him was a harbinger of the end and he was not ready to reach that point. Josh simply had to retrieve that hat. He had to get his wife back. Somewhere, deep down in his drunken soul, Josh mustered up the strength to lift the city trash can from the corner of the street and smash it through the large glass window in front of the bar – he was oblivious to the alarms that started blaring.
Josh managed to crawl into the bar through the broken window unaware of the glass shards cutting his wrists, stomach and throat. The moister from the blood simply mixed with the moister from his sweat. The numbness and anesthetic nature of the abundance of alcohol he was not used to masked the extent of his injuries.
When the police arrived on the scene, Josh was found in the darkness, clutching his fedora at the foot of the stool where he had eaten his dinner.
Josh’s wife received the phone call later that morning announcing his passing.
He was buried with the fedora.