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I Almost drowned,
which is to say,
I fell upwards into a darkness
that contained no earth or sky.
Ten years old and a strong swimmer,
but that lake only buoyed up
its own natatory denizens,
it allowed some to swim,
some to glide, dip or delve,
but it consumes skinny 10-year-old kids;
that being the cloud spawn of an alien shore,
must be dragged down and chewed,
like the pale moons reflection.
The muddy waters are one creature,
a sucking swirl, a single stomach,
it throttles, it snags with cuffing weeds,
clogs with the intestines
of convulsive ghosts.
I am drowning,
then they pierce that lusus naturae
with a long pole thrust from a skiff;
yank me out of its crushing press
like bait from a basilisks reeking maw.
Years later I still awake
from that heaving ‘lac sombre’,
an infection of the imagination
I’ve been harboring parasitically
inside the moil of engulfing dreams.
Perhaps incongruously,
it takes some time before I will enter rooms
with too high a ceiling.
In the depths of her eyes
I can see her soul
In the depths of her eyes
I can see the love she holds
It's like a vision I see
When I look at her
She's got the face of an angel
I know she's someone special
Silk soft skin
Those rich young eyes
A chill on my spine
This feeling I have
I'll take her out
I'll give her my best
I'll show her my love
And make her mine
Her beauty shining
Like a distant dream
Blood pumps through my heart
Like a distant scream
My soul cries
For one glimpse of you
A sensation I know
Making my love grow
Something awakens within
No longer am I bound
This turmoil I'm in
I'm in love with you
In the depths of her eyes
I can see her soul
In the depths of her eyes
I can see the love she holds
Soul’s feeling is inner mind
Inner mind is very kind
Its feeling is inner thought
One way of mind beautifully got
Body senses outer mind
It’s selfish not very kind
When it’s hurt too much
In reaction shows animus
Two faces of all men
Inner outer playing bands
All the ways becomes fine
If minds mind with mind
It was 9 weeks ago when we had our first study.
I did not know what to ask or expect.
For me it was a time of change
In the past I would not have said yes. In the past I was apprehensive
Each week there has been a form of the truth coming to me
Even today as I sat and wrote I see the events changing
Love is becoming stronger and has been given the opportunity to grow
The fire is melting the ice, while the ice is calming the flame
All of this started when I said yes to start reading the Book!
Even agreeing to seek guidance in the Divine
It all started when you reached out and asked if you could do a Bible Study
The events are coming in to reveal the truth.
I would like to tell you about a stick,
That I inscribed with my name Robert.
I used this stick in many places,
Starting by conducting an imaginary concert.
The next day it became a magical wand,
And for a moment, a bad fly swatter.
After that a fishing pole,
That brought in fish from the water.
I used it to create a bridge for an ant,
And then as a lonely beating drumstick.
An itch, it took away from my back,
And then it brushed off a tick!
It became a fetching toy for my dog,
And a boomerang into the wind.
Secretly, I used it to stir the soup,
Oh, with dog slobber, it was a sin!
I held it up as a funny mustache,
Then it was a comb for my hair,
I tried to use it as a fan,
But instead it blocked the sun's beaming glare.
I was creative and drilled some holes,
And played it as a musical flute.
I'm lucky to have such a stick,
Cause I used it to fend off a newt!
Last I used it as a baton,
As I threw it way up into the air.
Cause it was caught by a bird,
Who took it away, oh what a dare!
2018
Heavy laden this mix of rain and early March snow
listing in the wind down to the un-expecting earth below.
At first, a barely visible mix, cold and chilling throws
where once peeking daffodils and tulips grow.
A tease set deep upon the earth
when spring was thought to be rebirthed
but now comes the wind, the chill, the bitter cold
blinding white scenes of stories of old.
Children will remember this
where ice and snow chiseled an icy kiss
and footholds are carefully tread
beneath the trees snapped and widely spread.
A flash of light, untethered blue
followed by thundered rumbled stew
snow thunder heralds loud and through
the fall of eight inch drifts accrued.
March surprise, entered in like a lion glidinf
storm adventures brewing undenying
wait for the warm, chill factor disappearing
spring will return with blessings more endearing.
If only you knew . . .
that day and night I think of you.
But you are oblivious to how I feel.
Is this love I’m feeling even real?
If only you knew . . .
that I try to have you always in my view.
Whenever I’m at school, I watch you from the side.
Sometimes I daydream you’re my groom and I’m your bride.
If only you knew . . .
when school gets out, I wonder what you do.
I wonder about the places you might go,
and the things that you enjoy. How I’d love to know!
If only you knew . . .
how I yearn to touch you; you don’t have a clue.
Those warm brown eyes; your handsome face.
Every inch of it, with my fingers I would trace.
If only you knew . . .
when I’m in your neighborhood, I pass through,
hoping you might be outside your house, for me to see.
If not, I wonder where it is that you might be.
If only you knew . . .
the many nights I play my records, feeling blue.
knowing that for you, I probably do not exist,
and only in my dreams, have we ever kissed.
The Swing
Writing from the porch now.
I am down to paper and pen.
Rocky will not let me
have anything else.
He insists on all of my time
there is little or none
left for rhyme
these days.
He calls my name in the morning "Ma, ma"
He calls my name in the eve. "Ma, ma"
He knows how to train me well.
He has put me under his spell,
and I have already fallen
in love.
It took only one time
to hold him close in my arms.
He has such magical charms.
My husband and I,
We now celebrate...
each day a new.
We are parents of a big boy now
and he is home.
He is our first kid.
We are so proud.
He is
one of many...
to follow
but none will be as cool
for me... as the first!
At least that is true until
the next.
THE world is on fire and Pisces has died.
"Pray for me" an old man pleads; his teeth are
missing and his dog is foaming at the mouth.
These are the dying days and no one to rescue
the world from thie cosmic ruin of a godless
curse.
I say hold me tight until i can feel your dreams
and comfort your soul, my love.
As with all things, this too shall pass into the night
like the embers from our ruined cities.
Tomorrow may be the last, or a new day, the new
dream where all things are made new.
Unitl then, let us hold each other wile the nightmare
savages the life from everything we once cherished.
And remember, I will always love you.
:: 08-02-2018 ::
Tranquility;
the fathomless water;
surprised by the sound of its own breath,
awakens from the sleep and listens to
the sound of silence in silence;
the dead of night.
Ticktack,
a fretting clock struggles to cling on the wall
creeps and wiggles restlessly; the heavy air
in the room is heavier then lead, dominates space;
the wall falls to the ground by the sound of heartbeats;
something, that is unknown, flies away flapping
the huge and dark wings;
the dead of night.
The candle burns; the light goes out;
in the echo of the tinkling bell,
the man who bears the cross on his back sobs;
on the other side of the statue of Virgin Mary,
the man who is on the cross cries softly;
the dead of night.