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A vision of your pale features comes to mind-sight
Your life eyes smile intelligence and reassurance
Finger-points bloom around us—connecting light
I yearn to embrace your heart and feel your love
To enshroud myself in heaven’s doves
Pastures and streams have led me straight to you
And the last thing I want to do is turn away
Scattering willowy clouds our way
A lone raindrop falls from my death eye and trickles
It seeps into the ground to avoid you
As the waters of sustenance sift in currents
Longing too for eternal bonds
The lilies and sunbeams wish to shape your smile
My hand lifts—stretching out shakily to you
As you move ever nearer in the bright
Our hands touch—fingertips electrified
A surge of pain and patience running through us both
It has been far too long a departure
My hand no longer shakes the secret fear
Lips slowly meet—forming one being
Hands interlace and bodies decide
You are so sure of what you do
That doubt flees from my deceased view
Revealing space for the only form
You and I
Eternity greets reality
Dreams welcome fate
(slowly, quietly)
She’s… far.
Not just in distance —
but in everything now.
And I see her…
laughing in pictures,
with faces I don’t know.
Guys I’ve never met,
names that suddenly
live in the spaces
where I used to belong.
(pauses)
They make her smile.
They make her forget
how quiet I’ve become.
And I—
I just watch from here,
pretending it doesn’t tear me apart.
I tell myself—
it’s okay.
She deserves to be happy.
I tell myself—
they’re just friends.
But my heart…
my stupid, stubborn heart
doesn’t believe me.
Because every time she says,
“I was out with them again,”
it feels like another door closing—
softly,
but completely.
(whispers)
I used to be the one
she shared everything with.
Now I’m just
the one who watches her
share everything with everyone else.
I still wait for her messages,
like prayers that never reach the sky.
I still type
and delete,
type
and delete—
like maybe if I say the wrong thing,
she’ll drift even farther.
(breathes shakily)
I’m not mad at her.
I’m not even jealous, really.
I’m just scared.
Scared she’ll forget
how my name used to sound
when it made her laugh.
So I scroll,
and I smile,
and I whisper—
“Be happy.”
Even if happiness
doesn’t have me in it anymore.
(long pause)
Because that’s what love does, right?
It stays.
Even when you’re not chosen.
Even when you’re miles away—
watching her laugh
with them.
Misty muted days in Scotland
part before you
making room for your own silence.
Now Beinn Mhòr's summit is under my feet
There was no spectacle,
no one to shake hands with.
Yet as I stood, shakily at the top,
looking down
upon 'Loch na Keal' far below,
I felt like a real climber.
That night back at an Isle of Mull pub
an old timer,
(a small dog at his feet),
leaned toward me.
He appeared to be blind
and used a white stick.
He politely inquired
had I gained the peak?
With some pride I declared
that I had conjured the mountain!
He supped his beer thoughtfully.
”Aye laddie,
tis good to stretch yor legs a bit,
I used to climb her twice a day
but yer see
yon wee dog is getting old noo.”
I paid for his ale and quietly left.
Far away in a distant land
Where nobody knew my name
I carved out a throne of ice
And buried myself in the womb of winter
The Reaper held my hand
And the other held piles of pills
I shakily held onto hope
As she healed from her own attempt
A honeybee died weakly in my hand
While I stared at the setting sun
I buried it and my fears
In an unmarked grave
I awoke in the doctor's arms
My attempted death left me frail
The honeybee slept peacefully
As its bunkmate came to strangle me
As I burned my last memories of the Reaper
The sun shone on my back again
A wounded Devil Survivor on a March
Having a title made me feel stronger
The Reaper blotted out the sun
And her aura fooled me into believing
A bitter soda and rum
Embraced me and kept me warm
I embraced my role as a Hermit
As she flew away to quench her lust
The unforgiving summer sun drenched me in sweat
As I began to detox in the heat
I embraced my role as the second place prize
And offered my seed as greedily as she demanded it
And as I returned to my throne of ice
I found it completely melted
Apollo himself couldn't give me the strength
I needed to fight every challenger
I dropped my sword and scabbard
And left my throne room to the dogs
The universe was setting up
To repeat itself in a grand reboot
I doped up in any way I could
To ensure hitting the bottom didn't kill me
The Sun and Moon shone on my broken body
As the Reaper's last traces burnt in the light
Still alive but numb as could be
I began my Detox Reboot
Withdrawal symptoms wrack my sleeping frame
But I'm more alive than I've been in years
As snow clouds form over my broken castle
I prepare to craft a new throne
a bar door is ajar, only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!
Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon.
Broken, floating, bloated
dead down eons halls
a last of white.
Crimson taillights roar along
an empty blacktop...
Ruins of ages-lost buildings hang together
like frozen corpses looking
into desolation‘s aftermath.
This boulevard is desolate n oblique
as enigmatic engines park n die
on this macadam late at night.
Carriages lurch, coughs, wheeze
electric spark, circuits churn
something burns.
...unmoored from the known.
Something in death throes
as hollow oblong boxes
glide shakily to a halt.
A vehicle, an unknown thing,
a machine of divine madness
silhouetted against the falling ash of sky.
The smell of burning rubber
a stench of ozone, the cry of the void.
Drift along a wind-swept boulevard
as streetlights wink on
while headlights die
in empty skull sockets, lie...
A white filigreed smoke drifts
as it stalls and hums
sputters and dies.
A drifting murmur of voices drift
whispers of lives lived out swift...
Eyes reflect and dance in the darkness
over a vacant steering wheel!
Light flickers briefly under the hood
deep deathly hums fade.
Only the tick of a cooling engine
echos into the frosty air.
As shadows puddle in endless despair
something stands at the end...
...of desolations boulevard!
Across the table they held their gaze, his eyes knew where they belonged
No music was playing in the room, yet they heard their lover's song
He held her hand a little firmer, gave a smile, let slip a tear
The moment was approaching that for year's the two had feared
Her love for him never faltered, her fidelity was pure
Something he had never felt to question, of that he was always sure
Across her heart in ink, she had the signature of his name
And in return with her own name, he had done the same
She asked if he still remembered how this love long ago began
Baby he responded, never forget who is you're man
Close you're mind to our surroundings, to the people who stand around
Focus my Queen upon me, on this perfect love we found
I'm sorry she told him shakily, I failed you in the end
No my girl he answered her, you were my only friend
It's almost time for me to go, tomorrow the morn rises without my life
My one regret my precious girl, you never became my wife
His tears fell more forcefully, yet he tried to keep composure
His strength was the last and final gift, the one thing he could leave her
Look upon the stars tonight, see past the moon so blue
The veil of death shall be lifted, that I may gaze down upon you
The Officer's called time, the visit now was done
The two lover's who had fought so hard, in hours' become just one
She kissed him as her teardrops fell and merged with his
The last time she would see him, but he had a final wish
He grabbed her wrist urgently and asked please remember me
In the light, in the dark, walk beside of me
Always I'll remember, and to the sky at night I'll wait
May the heaven grant us leniency, that God let's me see your face
My known, soothing landscapes,
grown from my own hues and shapes,
somehow vanquished their view.
Just one more sore blister of news
to aid my staid mind’s gist of confused.
My angered fist punched tears in their wake
before my shock shakily jot them on a list
of all my heart sought to restore propped.
Truth and I both awoke the first day of last September.
Coffee bound, then mumming around, it was not
long before I felt scared and anxiety provoked ~
?? ... the kitchen was in disorder,
nothing in its place * as I thought it over, I
realized all rooms were oddly rearranged *
back in my room, I paled at a stranger's
face in the mirror, a white-haired woman
wearing my face * the scales said I had
lost 20 pounds some place ... ??
I sagged to the floor from facts scored.
Should I wake my sleeping man to
answer my questions and more?
My fear decided I should hide
inside ignorance while I had the
chance. I was scared once truth made
up my bed, my life might fully
deplete under my own sheets.
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Though details are clouded, I have surely been rerouted.
I try but fail to decipher what all determined this matter.
Prime pieces of me were clearly scattered blind-battered
by forces cemented to time-tatter my mind demented.
It feels as though I have been divorced from myself
by means of some unleashed, bruiser intruder.
I lack all recall of three times three hundred and sixty-five days.
My doctor cannot explain what dementia did to my brain.
With tears streaming down her face
A mother sits staring at a framed picture
Of a young man who answered the call
Wondering… Why my son? ...Why my son?
A young boy wearing a U.S. Army cap
Valiantly tries to fend off a storm of emotion.
Overtaken by grief he succumbs to the pain.
A down pour of tears flood his once innocent face
As he wrestles with the heart wrenching reality
Of his mom never returning home.
A tiny little girl pulls on the dress
Of a trembling teary eyed lady dressed in black
Standing next to a flag draped coffin
Asking… Where’s daddy mommy? …Where’s daddy?
A proud Vietnam War veteran
With tears steadily filling his eyes
And a crippling wound to his heart
Shakily stands up on one prosthetic limb
To offer one final salute to his fallen son
With a hand above his brow he utters the words:
A price to high Semper Fi.
I was trying to be fair
Hiding all my fragile tears
From a man who didn't seem
To notice all my future dreams
Magazines of pretty brides
Tuxes, suits, and fancy ties
Romantic movies on date night
Love songs playing in the night
Pointing out rings in the store
A man I will always adore
Oblivious to all I want
Even though I've tried to flaunt
Signs on front of his blind eyes
That I want our heartstrings tied
Together for now and always
Maybe adding extra foreplay
Will entice him to begin
A day of really noticing
We were meant for one another
When he's near I start to shudder
With excitement and the joy
Knowing he's my sexy boy
Even though my wedding day
Seemed to never come my way
Until one morning he was there
In his eyes were lots of tears
With a ring and bended knee
He took my hand so shakily
A timid voice and loving speech
Now were lying on the beach
This honeymoon will always last
The hints I gave him in the past
Joined us forever till the end
We'll always be best of friends
The gin is starting to wear off as the boat tour comes to an end
Heartache sets in as I remember seeing you and your new mate
I feel saddened and hurt and know we can't even remain friends
Life is complicated again with even more added to my plate
I walk unsteady for miles trying to find my way back
To the little bungalow we rented on the sandy beach
Feeling irritated, if she is in there, I just might crack
Not knowing what to expect as I start to plan my speech
As I get closer, the bungalow looks abandoned and dark
I find my key and take a deep breath as I open the door
To my surprise, it is empty, the walls are bare and stark
I then notice your ring and the little note left on the floor
I feel hurt and angry, not sure if I should read the note
I shakily read the note and cry, I can't believe my eyes
"Sorry my love but I am bored and need to sow my wild oats"
I pick up your ring, no longer a symbol of love, just your lies