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There are choices I've made that no longer speak, but scream within me,
Like winds lost in a violent storm, stirring my silent soul,
I cannot return to them, cannot mend them, but they pass over me,
Like cold shadows slipping across warm skin, leaving sensations of untamed longing.
I regret them in ways for which I have no words, like a sailor who stepped into the sea,
Thinking calm shores mean safe waters, believing he understands the depths,
Until they swallowed him whole, letting him know unknown abysses,
And now I know what it means to drown slowly, not in water, but in silence, in memories that won't let go.
The shore is still there, I can see it, so close it hurts, but I cannot reach it,
Every arm I extend pulls me deeper, every breath I try to steal
Feels borrowed, as if it doesn't belong to me, an ephemeral gift in a secret world,
Now I float somewhere in between, the past beneath me, the shore ahead, but neither close enough
To hold or release the regret that binds me, to dissolve that deep pain,
Like an old song that never stops echoing, a melody of losses and desires,
In this ocean of silence and dreaming, I find myself trapped, between two worlds, without anchor,
Learning to float, to breathe in the space between, to accept that regrets are waves,
And to find in them a silent poetry, a dance of shadows and light,
To let myself be carried, to stop fighting, to become one with the sea of memories,
For perhaps, in this drifting, I will find peace, an answer,
A way to transform the wind's scream into song, and regret into poetry.
The trees ache with a pain only those who have witnessed true horror
The swinging rope moping for it had been turned to a killer
The threads unravelling trying to escape
A maze with no end
Running, running, running Away
Yet still can't escape its fate
A fallen leaf a tear of the tree
Weeping for a life no more
Haunted by the thought of how many more
Will face a death so brutal
The branches snap screaming in pain
Wishing to not be a ploy in their game
The blood Soaked roots
Will grow into a plant who will wear their name
The sun has hidden things will never be the same
A life lost is a star gained
The world grieves with drops of rain
Trying to control a harrowing pain
The buildings still paying respects
Dressed in a layer of a grief so known
For centuries it stood a witness to a tragedy all alone
The broken windows shattered by the screams it spoke
Choked by the air which had lost all hope
What must become of a body disposed
More blood than man
The red that shows
Maybe good can come evil where flowers may grow
Maybe the sky will gift a rainbow
To bring hope for another tomorrow
What becomes of body now gone
What happens to a family who couldn't mourn
A death that brought about violent storm
The earth has quietened
The streets forlorn
Watching another black families heart be torn
The end of a funeral left to a house rid of warmth
The world haunted by the joy long gone
What becomes of a world without the lights on
What becomes of a world that houses an atmosphere so cold
What becomes of a world where the that barely holds on
Slowly crumbling its foundations
The structure that holds everything up
Has now been torn down
What becomes of a world that let's black people down
It becomes a place where joy becomes a ghost town
You don't know your gender while confusing pronouns
any opposing view must be shouted down
You learn sex education from drag queens
while believing Christianity is obscene
Excuse for communism it was never done right
only your generation will solve that plight
Sell your soul for gun control claiming to save life
while aborting babies brings you a sick delight
Anything you ever want must be for you free
white people are responsible for all misery
Being Green is your god
supporting globalism the poor it robs
You'll never get married or have children of your own
bitter hateful and angry you'll die alone
Violent rioting and looting you burn down and torch
the neighborhoods and business you claim to support
Disband the police and don't punish crime
while imprisoning political opposition is fine
Don't want borders or have American pride
would be happy if America would died
No liberty no law no rights or constitution
sell your freedom eagerly like prostitution
Wanting A. I . to rule you gladly
to be reduce as a human battery
Global warming is a religion to you
Green policies starve and pollute
Grooming children to destroy family
Being serfs in a ruined economy
You will always be depressed and in a slump
Because in 2024 America re-elects President Trump.
"The Syballine"
Behind closed eyelids
the curtains of the mind
open to silent applause
Sun screens are slick and applied
shining bright Ultra Violet
a violent Light
all over a body
of work, unseen
words written
tattooed black
on smooth satin alabaster
beneath piercing opalescent lasers
frosty green
burning the tithed pages
of a rosy crucifixion
cast aside, palms raised
and speaking in secret tongues
whispering necromantic Psalms
fed open-handed to wailing seabirds
carrying songs of majesty
slow winged, powerful and heavy
towards a pregnant
waxing beguiling witches'
Black Sabbath moon
this doesn’t stop the burn
bare legs stretch open
a story being born
and somewhere
magnetised
nude feet
walk towards
the naked
Syballine
standing still
within the shallow
fire opal ocean
arms lifting
conjuring new powers
not humble,
in fierce supplication
raised upwards
now to pearly clouds
there beneath the
Too Soon,
a dawning golden orb,
stands Blue Sky
holding the Sun
her back
is turned
see the spine
fine boned
joints like a ladder
your fingers
like lightening
trace their course
silky seduction
they play her
tight strung
held in your arms
caressed like a cello
bow steaming
her keys turned
ignition
forgotten kisses
carried on the
slender shoulders
of life -
now see
the Sun rising
lips ripe
heart bleeding
black wings unfolding
fallen, no longer disguising
she turns
Journeying from the Deep
Expelled from the shallows
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky"
"And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light"
"Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine..."
Both paradise and hell
have their detractors.
I find some exaggerated truth
in this belief--
one person's paradise
is another's hell.
An eternity
of worshiping an unchanging
omnipotent
omniscient
omnipresent
mono-egotistical god
is not my idea of healthy re-creation.
I have never heard this
in reverse--
One person's hell
may be required
for another's paradise.
Heavenly Capital Adoration
begins to sound like sexist
and xenophobic
and anthropocentric rationalizations
for rampant capitalism
Sublimation as extension,
perhaps a corollary,
justifying capitalism and slavery,
violent settlers' colonialism,
systemic racism
and straight white male
and left brain deductive domination
over who is empowered
to define
and refine
and confine
and double-bind
winners' Paradise
v losers' Hell.
If paradise is a healthy
wealthy place to freely live,
And hell is a pathological
divested
infested
under-invested
patriarchal chested
rapaciously unbreasted
place to not be
ecofeminist sufficiently,
Then losing bad humored,
terrifyingly rumored,
anti-organically tumored
hell is a dualistically shocking way
toward winning good humored
terrifically enamored,
organically amored paradise
of integral win/wins;
Economic and political
Neurological and biological
Ecological and geological
Egological and theological
Secular and sacred
Natural and spiritual
Space and time
ZeroZoned and TaoBalanced.
That said,
I doubt
we are without
universal Paradise
as absence of Hellish attributes
Such as autocracy
and kleptocracy,
fascism and racism
are multiculturally known
and felt as hellish.
Healthy democracy
may not be
a monotheist's Paradise,
Still,
democracy's win/win potential
for cooperative ownership and management
speaks louder than capitalism's win/lose reductions
of ego's participative paradise
in omniscient multicultural theocracy.
It was close to Christmas time and late afternoon when our plane arrived in Nashville. My father-in-law, who had been waiting, greeted us with hugs, then shepherded us all out to his van. Usually we’d make it to their place in Cadiz within 2 hours. But on our way there, we noticed cars had slowed.
Little did we know, ahead of us the weather had grown quite foul. Coming up on Clarksville, Dad turned on the wipers, for flecks of falling snow had turned to sleet.
Brooding now, we focused nervously on each detail of the trip; on every sliding motion that was made, on every bump and every straggler we saw that had slid off the road. Meanwhile, ever conscious of the time, I was calculating how much longer it would take to reach our destination as we crawled along at 25 mph!
We made a restroom stop at a McDonald’s. It happened to be closing quite early at that exact moment we pulled in (violent snow storms were rare in Kentucky, and only fools would venture out this night to get a burger!) Against raw wind, eager to escape its nip, we carefully but quickly trod on ice after our stop, returning to the comfort of the van.
Finally we approached our final turnoff, and I noted how those last few miles still would take a half hour more to drive. Late that night, we pulled into the drive-way of my in-laws’ welcoming house lit brightly for Christmas. Feeling the biting cold as we piled out of the van and seeing nothing but the stark white of snow against the dark, I breathed a sigh of relief to have safely arrived!
morning’s light. . . .
the dazzle of trees’ branches
encased in ice
For Debbie Guzzi's Mix It Up Poetry Contest
They said they saw it tethered once..
A cloud upon a leash.
A swelling breath of silver threat..
Just straining for release.
It trembled like a caged-out roar..
A pulse beneath the sky.
The kind of force that hums before..
The world forgets it’s dry.
But storms don’t kneel to human hands..
They don’t obey or wait.
You cannot chain a spinning wrath..
Or bargain down its fate.
For deep within that coiling mass..
A hunger twists and grows.
A spiral born of thunderous clash..
Where only chaos knows.
The sky collapsed in charcoal sheets..
The wind began to scream.
A tornado gave a savage howl..
Light pierced the vast unseen.
It tore through fields like sharpened teeth..
Ripped roots from sacred ground.
A beast unbound, it hunts beneath..
No mercy to be found.
Roofs were lifted like they weighed..
No more than a feather flies.
Homes unstitched and flung away..
To dance in broken skies.
The roads were scars, the trees were bones..
The earth itself laid bare.
And every scream was swallowed whole..
By fury in the air.
It spun with wild, unholy grace..
A god that would not yield.
A ruthless hand with no soft place..
No conscience left concealed.
A perfect storm of heat and cold..
Of pressure torn apart.
Where nature’s breath turns fierce and bold..
And rips the human heart.
They called it "weather" nothing more..
A system passing through.
But stood too close, and you’d have sworn..
It stared right back at you..
Alive with rage, with ancient might.
A force we can’t appease..
No leash can hold that violent flight..
No hand can calm the breeze.
So let them speak of skies as tame..
Of forecasts neatly drawn.
But storms don’t answer to a name..
Just pure in fury's form.
For when the clouds begin to twist..
And silence starts to cease.
You’ll learn the truth none can resist..
No cloud was on a leash.
(hub bur rigid version.)
All la names bespeaking deity froom
Noah Mo' Room India Arc
of Covenant to Blood
(sweat and tears) of
San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or Turin shroud
consonantly demonstrably,
desperately, faintly, glumly
yet plaintively, muttered aloud,
no evading the steadily avowed
Atheist approaching funnel
(dum mental) stormy cloud,
cuz far as the eye could see -
at least by this Beatle browed
bipedal hominid (north, south,
east, and west),
the conical, demoniacal,
and elliptical endowed
sky high reversed cone, bow wowed
wailing 10,000 maniacs +
same number of banshees
wove weft and white
across wide whirled web
whereat, the black vortex
vacuumed everything
in sight (chowed
down) with loud violent row
dee earsplitting sound everything
within a vast path got plowed
obliterated, and annihilated proud
lee into bajillion smithereens,
hence mine entire being
held spellbindingly agog
frozen in place ruff akin
to well trained dog
without a chance to bark a blog
mired stock still courtesy, sans
extreme fear comp
pounded (zero apr) via
quintessential supreme tear
roar immovable paralysis
plus helpless as pollywog
lacking seizure of critical
whatsapp cerebral cog
as if blinded by a mental fog,
cuz nothing withstood
the incalculable suction
emitting barrage of sounds -
hmm...methinks or imagined,
I heard cry of a hog
amidst the pandemonium,
plus uproarious, ominous,
and insidious howl,
though still some
scant miles removed,
the deafening roar
felt like top of my head
blasted unable to jog
free (like a bajillion trained
thundering monsters at log
er heads) these screaming
quasi nemesis seemingly
horrifically, and directly
into my tender ears.
“over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar “
……Lord Byron
Lone sailor on voyage in sea of life !
Started peacefully in calm ambient.
Out of blue loud thunder in cloudless sky.
Bound to confront continuous trouble.
Sea of life turbulent where breakers roar.
Tough journey, yet to proceed not to stop.
Propel in tides - ebbs on rhythmic cadence.
Boat sways violent on trough and crest.
Life to wobble in thrill and in danger.
Ignite your soul to illuminate path..
Life to explore, agress on confidence
Responsibility is solely yours.
Competence and devotion is your guide.
Never to repent ! Never to regress.
Sail and sail , let the night winds sigh behind..
Let the breakers roar ! Sail , sail ,ll along.
Accept the challenge: Meet eternity.
children are running and playing all around
teenagers are dancing and bouncing up and down
the music is hypnotic with it's relentless beat
floating on the air all over the street
just another day in the neighborhood
the johnny pump is spraying water all about
everyone's frolicking in it, enjoying this day out
a hot summer day and we're all trying to stay cool
thankful that it's Friday and tomorrow there's no school
just another day in the neighborhood
the streets are saturated with all manner of cops
another violent incident, someone's been shot
a family is feeling anguish and such terrible loss
we need to stop all the unnecessary killings at any cost
just another day in the neighborhood
the drug pushers are on the corner selling their wares
out in the open and nobody seems to care
what in the hell is wrong with society?
we all need a healthy dose of some reality
it's just another day in our neighborhoods
it's time for the people to start doing something for the good
we need to stand up for our convictions and our beliefs
and not give the criminal element any type of relief
take back control of our streets and our towns
let the thugs be aware we're no longer messing around
IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY IN OUR NEIGHBORHOODS