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He leans over the grave and kisses the frosty ground
The last tears roll off his cheeks
He looks East then West
He is the only one there to say goodbye
Surely this life mattered to someone
But its just Date of birth, date of death
On a faded grey flat stone embedded amongst the weeds
Almost unnoticeable as i guess this life was before him.
He wanted to scream. " is there no one who loved you,"
But there was no one to hear.
He said a last prayer for this unwanted soul
And in mid-prayer he felt himself floating upward
Into the clouds, into the light
And his last glimpse downward the revelation became finally clear
It was his name on the headstone
As heaven drew near.
Is ‘I love you’ enough?
For me, or you,
Or him?
Does it say all that needs saying?
Or share all that needs sharing?
I think not.
Will it roll off my tongue and straight onto yours?
A truth? Or a question? Or just vapid discourse?
It tells not of the promise I find in your eyes,
Or the song in your voice, although Sir, it tries.
Can’t speak of the fire that burns in your skin,
Or the stone of your heart which lustres within.
Fails to mention your presence, your detail, your touch,
The Sun in your hair, not the last straw I clutch.
In the fortress your arms make, I’d freely be held,
This unyielding longing just cannot be quelled.
..... But no matter, this phrase is better off dead,
..... Because to you, from me, it can never be said.
Form:
Staggered aimlessly into some empty church,
One rainy Wednesday afternoon;
As I hung my head at the alter,
I asked God to please end this misery soon.
I heard my words echo off the sanctuary walls,
As if this place was abandoned long ago;
But I waited patiently for an answer,
To reach me here below.
It seemed I had waited a lifetime,
But only a few hours really passed by;
And I was still alone without an answer,
So I just hung my head and cried.
I felt the tears roll off my cheek,
Forming a puddle around my shoes;
Maybe I really didn’t deserve to be here,
But I had nothing left to lose.
Carl A Fraser
Just then a single silvery moonbeam,
Trickled through the stained glass up above;
And as it radiated all around me,
He spoke to me of his love.
He said he felt my pain and misery,
And wept for me every day;
He said he knew this day would come at last,
when I would seek a better way.
So I laid the gun down beside me,
And surrendered all my past;
It’s the only thing I’ve ever done,
That will forever last…
Take a deep breath before you leap
Love and death are locked in an embrace
Fall off the cliff together happily ever after
Roll off the mountains memories
Hang on to sleep as it resembles death
Sink into love as something warm and cuddly
Buried in each other at the bottom of forever
Arm in arm to rise again
Resurrected on the last day as one lover
Sharp rocks and bliss can take you far
Stumble in the dark as strangers drunk
Fall with the night from up above in love
Watch that last step from the mountain
Land gently in the chamber bed
And in the morning another lover comes
Not the same but just as lost and dumb
Touched with the essence of raw charm
More handsome than the rest of death
With an air of mystery, a kiss, a misstep
Later on, under the bridge
Where noisy water falls
Crashing on to rocks to shape them smooth
Love and death walk enchanted hand in hand
Gather thoughts along the river mouth
Breath oxygen and pray life stays the same
Take fragility by the hand
The taste for living on will linger
Things don't last forever
Exhale when it is over
Pain and pleasure captured
In their spell of here and now
Draw from the river streams true thoughts
Drink the same poisons that are truth
Almost twins to the bitter end as friends
Love is so penetrating
Death is as stark
Both are such enigmas
Take a moment to appreciate
Love and death go too far
Under the covered water falls
Silent Wisdom
Did you see?
Did you look?
What do think?
They are so… … ?
Words heard directly,
indirectly or by accident,
but never by intent.
Not things you would say…
to anyone’s face,
especially theirs.
No!
Not things you would sing.
Not things that you would want…
said about you,
or your family.
Let the words die before they live.
Let the shadow of their ugliness,
roll off the backs or pure white ducks.
Swimming in small lake,
That turned out to be an ocean.
That ended up the sea.
Forgetfulness.
Welcoming everything,
that should be silenced,
long before it is
ever…
given breath.
The family outhouse wasn't just thrown together willy-nilly. Oh, no. It was an object of pride. A showcase of engineering and ingenuity and a symbol of prosperity. There was a true science used in the construction of 'the throne'.
It had to be built using only the best quality lumber. Generally, with 2" x 6" floor joist, cedar walls if possible but most likely just good white pine. Usually, the roof was just wood, but a fancy privy could have shingles and the la-ti-da privy might have had a tin roof. The roof slanted away from the side with the door towards the back to allow maximum rain roll-off. Also, you needed less height to sit on the crapper bench than you needed to drop your long-johns.
A standard structure was about 6 feet wide x 5 feet deep with the roof measuring approximately 8 feet tall at the highest point. Of course, those measurements would depend on whether it was your simple one-holer design or the more elaborate two-seater. A good coat of white paint would definitely set yours off from the neighbors and become the envy of the whole county. Don't make the door fit too tightly and remember to cut a crescent moon shape in it for proper ventilation and the only source of light.
A good supply of Montgomery Ward or Sears catalogs and a fly swatter were luxuries fit for the queen.
the important things
will often go unnoticed—
until you need them
When the pain of betrayal is laid out
for the perusal of the world:
reality devastates dreamers,
as it sinks in.
Love cannot be granted:
it can only be accepted or rejected.
And there are no simple answers
or shortcuts: past the pain or shame
love may leave in its wake: if it moves on.
Truth confronts lies and false hopes
in their totality;
with a broken heart.
And lust's empty promises
roll off the tongue,
as they drift quietly into memory:
slipping into oblivion without making a sound.
A wounded soul is slow to heal:
for forever feelings, fester,
within subconscious dreams.
You may come to grips with your fear:
however, the pain lingers.
And so, you wall off your heart:
barring love from ever entering it again.
I saw the tears roll off her cheek
As i cradled her in my arms
There are no words that i can speak
That can stop this grief from causing harm
All i can do is hold her tight
And let her know that I'm always near
And pray God gives her the comfort needed
So she can get thru another year.
Grieving is hard on any caring heart
It drains the energy from your soul
And only the comfort from Gods Holy Spirit
Can bring the healing to make us whole.
So when a loved one is grieving loss
Just let them know you always there
To catch their tears and hold them
That's how you truly show you care.
How easily the words roll off my tongue
when decisions become too hard to make.
Even then, I only admit them to myself.
Sometimes I get confused, indecisive,
and hesitate in moments filled with doubt.
If only I had more confidence in myself
I would trust my voice not to stutter,
and maybe my heart wouldn't flutter
when you come so near to me.
Sometimes I turn and walk away
instead of smiling when I feel you there.
Sometimes I wonder
if there could ever be a you and me..
If only I could get past being so shy
Maybe, just once, I could look you in the eye
instead of lowering my head and walking by.
Maybe my life wouldn't seem so bleak.
If only I had the courage to stop in the hall
and find something to talk about.
Am I weak? Sometimes, I am.
If only, maybe, sometimes, and I'll add 'what if,'
I admit I use them as lame excuses.
my thoughts are profuse, and cluttered
with the 'what ifs' I only dream about.
I believe my alibis are lies,
but what if I remove the mask I wear
to hide the things I'd rather not see?
Maybe then I'd be more content with life.
If only my pounding heart remained silent
long enough to rid me of this fear.
Maybe I'd find the courage to be free
so you could see the real me.
If only...
August 4, 2020
Contest by Silent One
If only, maybe, sometimes
Your standards make absolutely no sense to me
More often than not - lies and deceit roll off your teeth
I can't lighten our world 'cause I'm always in your dark
Forget your promises to me - forget making our mark
I'm barely good enough for daylight love in your eyes
A lot of times what we have you don't even realize
If you look around you'd see everyone whisper & stare
But only some days you act like you love me and care
Only some days do you seem to reciprocate
All other days you hate me so much the earth quakes
You stay in your world so it's easier to drown me out
So why calm me with the lies out of your mouth?
Don't be in my life if you're just trying to deceive
By showing me the fake you that I should believe
You're up and down - loving me different day by day
Don't enter my life if you have no intention to stay
There's something about you I can't quite grasp
Learn my lessons by dropping your imperfect past
Open up to me & on your part there will be no regret
But us creating something won't happen unless we let
Unless this is clarified as to what each other's goal is Create by laughing & loving each other hard - just live
There needs to be transparency and just as equal trust
Live and love even harder - Our Passionate Lust