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The night was dark imparted
sun set on the empty hearted;
Slipping into a deeper blackened sleep
as cold swept along the bed to creep.
Empty covers tossed and turned
love awaited was late learned;
In the dreams came nightmares passed,
scary, frightening, unmasked.
Too cold the night, too dark the lonely heart
when lovers drift away, further apart.
The morning sun rose pale and yellowed
into a sky once blue now sallowed.
Too late the dreams had taken hold
gathering a fevered frenzy bold.
Racing clouded hues of gray on blue
brought back sweeter memories of you,
The night in its frightening cold and dark
imprinted well the gnawing hollow marks.
Reality wakes at dawn
with the only truth, you are gone.
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Love was deep as the eyes
We heard the pulse that sighs
And kissed with hearts that yearn
From flames in veins that burn
To hold this love so tight
Neath' stars that glowed soft bright
As clouds of rain moved slow
We felt its warm winds blow
Lids of our eyes did close
With breath from scent of rose
That laid soft in your hand
Then dropped free to the land
Time's hours of glass did tell
When grain by grain they fell
Till' dawn took day from night
And sun rose far too height
The black of night turned gray
Was torched to ash from day
To love through night love's gain
We sealed our love in rain
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Once there were five
They triumphed the land of the living
Their fairy tale glowed
When the sun rose,
And the moon set
They were invincible
strong,
Benevolent.
And their song played on
For 27 years,
Maybe some more
Until one day,
The angel of death approached
She whispered
“Your time is near”
Suddenly chaos hit-
All was abrupt
It was hard to breathe for 3 years
It was hard to see the light
Hard to imagine the good
When we were fighting the evil
3 years gone strong,
And the five were a solid foundation
We found appreciation
In all the little things
And then, flash bang
A grenade came tumbling in-
And then one was gone
It was survival mode
The days became endless
Time became apparently useless
For it tricked our minds and hearts
Thinking it would get easier
And here we are 2 months later
In the same time we were when it exploded
Like the big bang
The four went on,
Hardly strong,
Barely hanging on-
Able to grab hold of one another
All the love held in
To give to number one
And I think that’s the great question
The bigger story we can’t see
I think maybe we needed some saving
Maybe the four couldn’t go on
Without an angel’s guidance
Maybe the four were meant to be together
And number one,
We’ll find her again passed the stars,
just all wait and see
THE AUTUMN OF THE TEN HOUSES (DHR)
In the settlement of ten houses,
autumn arrived nameless.
The houses were arranged
like an old locomotive
poised to depart.
No child knew
when a season began.
We knew by the cold in the cracks,
by the drier red earth,
by the thin coffee steaming in the mugs,
by the smell of bread
rising near the wood stove.
The relentless summer heat
departed on the cool night breeze.
The poetry of the Paraná River turned to mist
and, in the early morning hours,
sought the warmth of the wood stoves
only to vanish in a kiss.
The old pink silk-floss tree
embodied death as it shed its leaves,
only to give life back later.
From the nearly bare branches,
flowers bloomed where, days before,
there had been only absence.
Its leaves fell slowly,
like the sweat of unjust toil,
like the days torn
from our parents' hands.
We children were in a rush.
In the guava and mango trees,
we picked the fruit while still green
and missed out on the sweetness
for not knowing how to wait.
The silk-floss tree knew a different way.
Its thorn-covered trunk
seemed to say that even beauty
must learn to defend itself.
In autumn, it would undress.
But between March and April,
pink flowers would burst forth
from the nearly empty branches.
Bees, hummingbirds, and birds
would arrive in a festive flurry.
And for a few days,
the poor settlement bloomed along with it.
There was still thin coffee and shared bread,
tired hands feeding the fire before the sun rose.
The scent of roasted coffee
was more invigorating
than the cry of a newborn. The makeshift chimneys
were the old locomotive’s breath.
Poverty had not gone away.
But there were flowers.
The food fit in the dented bottom of a pot.
Hope, in a Sunday meal with the family.
And an entire life,
in a single autumn day.
Excruciating time of toture, as i try
to find the cause .
seeking in me any stains to blame
for our failures ,yet at the chunning
bell of the clock
the rosy petals fell , like a smooth
brush kiss on my chicks, the tickle in
my tummy
behold your presence, a fragnant of
love.
so dear to me ,
you smiled standing there by my
very side.
i recall a few days later ,the early
hours of dawn when the chunning
bell of the clock rang ,and i in
childish glee
ran towards the promising bloom of
our anticipated dreams ,expecting
you in time to depart.
though time passed ,with i in the
sentencing silence that marked our
very end, i awaited with hope.
though the sun rose with the light
exposing our trail of both love and
deciet .
Deep with the blame i sank fading
further and further away from the
sanctuary of our love.
Though in love defeated, here i
stand with a new restored courage
knowing what my soul seeks .
knowing that at the chunning bell of
the clock, as the rosy petals fall
what my heart desires is love
love, Oh! so infectiously bourne ,
in eyes so luminous with promise.
tis from those i saw my heart
tis truelly her ,one whom i call LOVE
!!!!!!! .
THE HARDEST GOODBYE
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hospital room filled with a sterile hush,
beeping machines murmuring
with their relentless lullabies.
there you lay, my anchor, my compass,
wrapped in sheets that felt too white,
too clean for the storms we had weathered.
your eyes, deep wells of wisdom,
speak volumes, yet silence reigns,
for you cannot speak.
I hold your hands, a map of your life
every callus a testament to labor,
to love, to the weight of days gone by.
your palms once held my dreams,
now soft and still,
a paradox of strength and fragility.
so much I wanted to say,
to pour my heart into the silent spaces,
to tell you how the world is heavier now.
I wanted to tell you~
the sun rose brighter in your laughter,
your smile stitched the frayed edges of my soul.
Your chest rose and fell,
a fragile rhythm, each breath of life
slipping through my fingers.
I wanted to say, to scream, to weep:
"I am here, I love you,
please don’t leave me!"
the light in your eyes flickered then faded
the hardest wave goodbye,
a silent crash against the shores of my soul.
I pressed my lips to your forehead,
the warmth fading, the world outside a blur of colors
that no longer mattered.
I am left with echoes clinging to my heart~
like the scent of your favorite cologne,
the warmth of your spirit, fading but never gone.
In dreams, you visit, a tiny beacon
in a darkened room; I reach for you,
but you dissolve like mist.
what remains is the ache of a farewell~
a farewell that lingers like a ghost.
the hardest wave goodbye.
He'd wake up sorta rough around the edges
then he’d pull in his teeth from out of the glass
Yawn then rub his eyes with the back of his hands
scratch his belly for a while and then his ass
After a time you would look around the house
and wonder where in the world old Jim had gone
Out the window you’d see him headed to the
outhouse wearin’ nought but red flannel long johns
He'd have a newspaper tucked under his arm
though everyone knew he couldn’t read a bit
Said he liked to wipe his ass on the headlines
they was already filled to the brim with ****
He'd make it back to the house just in time for
breakfast and barely said a word while we ate
We headed out for chores before the sun rose
cause fifteen minutes early to Jim is late
Now us boys would work until plum soaked with sweat
while Jim just shuffled around a bit you see
Guess we probably couldn't ask for much more
seeing as how Jim was just past eighty three
Like I said before, Jim never did talk much
when he did it would be best that you take heed
Because he never put in his two cents worth
lest it was something that you was gonna need
He taught me that standing my ground for what's right
is the way the cowboy life has always been
You should never raise your hand to a woman
and stealing from others is a definite sin
If'n you say that you'll be doing a job
than you better do it the best that you can
Cause slacking away is the devil's right hand
you can bet you’ll never be trusted again
Well growing up into manhood on the ranch
I owe almost everything I learned to him
Now as I ride each day out past where he lays
I stop and say a prayer for my friend Jim
As we rode through a fog, my father and I,
the car we were in, seemed to know its way home
Hands on the wheel, without eyes on the road
We were numb from the cold. No words left to say ....
We had prayed through the night in a hospital haze,
clinging to a hope, that had slipped far away
Until the end of the world came upon the new day
Arriving home in the car, unable to talk,
our hopes and our tears had nowhere to land.
If just one would escape, where would it go?
No shoulder, ...no dam. How would they stop?...
My Dad was in shock, as he stood by the gate,
a glaze in his eyes, ......and a million years old
My feet froze in place, and knees shivered cold
but as the sun rose, I reached out to hold
his hand in the dawn, and took the control
I took him inside, and with deliberate intrusion
I fed him some soup, and put him to bed
He was the child, and I the adult
Day after day, somehow by default
our roles were reversed, ...and I became strong
My childhood had ended,.....and his had begun
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As Dawn cracks over the horizon
The small crescent moon takes a bow
Greeting her was a delight
For she paints silver in his hair
The moon was hardly visible
Painted the same shade of blue
That the sky chose as a cloak
On this morning of early dew
The cloak of blue had a trail of mist
That shrouded the hills and vales
A misty blue to silver gray
That was light and very airy still
The birds enjoy the cloak
That fanned the air with damp
Cooling mist of the night
But soon the sun put on another
Cloak as she became much brighter
With her dress of brilliant red
That she wore to grace our summer's day
A cloak as colored as poinsettias' tips
On a gray December day
This means that the sun
Will bring heat with her as hot as
A fiery oak wood coal
And the cool of the morn
Will go as the summer's sun
Has bid us a warm hello
The moon with his silver hair
Disappearing into night
To another land so swiftly
Did he go to bring it a high tide
While ours will go very low
The sun rose cloaked in red
Bringing her heated stove
She will bake and cook some bread
Heating the south as across the sky goes
Your love cuts through me, this power controlling me is surreal
not realizing the buttons you push, and how you make me feel
an inner beauty unmarred, like a magnet, you drew me so close
mere sight of you was my healing, like vitamin C, my double dose
Take my hand and I'll show you, a world where you've never been
it is a perfect world, a world no one has ever seen, absent of sin
eyes to glimpse pure angels of light, as bright as the sun at midday
above space and beyond time, where unhappiness has no sway
Then I awoke and came to find, behold, it has all been but a dream
misled thinking we were in that realm, the realm of the supreme
reminded once again, with a heavy heart, that to love it takes two
but all I have found is a temporary escape, a lost love I once knew
remembering the tenderness of your voice, fond memories I did recall
running barefoot that night, hand in hand, with your rain soaked shawl
as the sun rose it revealed the beauty in your eyes, and then I could see
how captivated I was by your smile, waiting for your lips to set me free
I'm a prisoner of your love, a love that has me bound, it was meant to be
trying to free myself, chained by this sole desire, if you would now see
a chance to pledge my love, a love that only now made me understand
a way to become your soul partner, and enabling me to finally withstand
Release me from the confines of a lonely heart, and let those memories renew
days of the past give new life and meaning, with my love, for no one but you
so let the stars and moon be witnesses, for this pact that we will now forever make
and then once again I will close my eyes and dream, my love to never again forsake