The words are unspoken, never penned on a page.
They linger, ghostly shadows in the chambers of
my mind, elusive dreams dancing just beyond the
fingertips. Time unfurls like a silken ribbon,
stretching endlessly as I reach for them, only
to grasp at the air. They float through the
corridors of my thoughts, shimmering whispers
that fade with each passing moment.
In the silence, I chase echoes, like threads,
a tapestry of forgotten tales. Each thread is
a memory, tangled yet vibrant, a glimpse of
meaning forever just out of reach. The clock
ticks on, its hands relentless, as the final
curtain slowly descends upon my memories,
leaving behind only the faintest whispers.
What remains are the voices never heard, lost
in the depths of time, and those ethereal
words that escape my grasp—longing, dimly
remembered lost words, echoing into the void,
an eternal symphony of stories left untold.
May succulent grass upon buds of June
I walked alongside you September arrived in you October,
it began in December and ended in January
I slept in February woke up in March and danced in April
July lingered in August leaving out December
The weekdays bleared Sunday struck the last Saturday followed by Monday...
I walked naked my feet alongside the earth my hands weakened by Tuesday and yet I still dance this weekend by the sun-drenched fire fly’s
Wednesday seemed to lust Thursdays by Friday I appeared to walk alone.
Last dampish autumn
For a stormy, light sea prowls
betrayed by the stone
macrocosm Down, down, downwards into the darkness of the carnal mind forget the adult light sea prowls
Misty,
dense
Clouding,
skein,
sewing
murky
but
Daze
Some folks throw away their memories,
as if they were spent paper plates.
Others strive with every moment to preserve theirs;
doing memory calisthenics and popping,
“ginkgo” capsules by the dozen.
Memories are the meaning of life, for some;
when memory fails its task, a large part of “self” is lost; terrifying its victim;
a horror, never produced by Hollywood.
Memory is a fine thread;
all too easily snapped in-too;
once lost, it revels in its evil game of,
Hide and Seek.
I remember the first time our eyes
met. A cheerful exchange of our
love confession led to the magic
of love making, and fire filled eyes.
I recall the very way your body
moved as you blended your soul
into mine. We cascaded down the
bed in a true experience of savage
harmony. Never in our lives had
we imagined such a beautiful act
could stop time in its tracks, and render
speechless mouths behind dirty minds.
I remember the first time you said you
loved me. As i returned the remark,
I concluded that never again would
truer words be spoken.
I remember when you graced my life
with a true reason to hold on.
I remember the love.
I live this memory everyday.
Everyday and night.
D.R.L.
Yes memorys are in our heads.
My sister worked in a drapery shop,
and had an older guy putting his hands on her at 14 (stop)
....she could have told father who would have slam dunked his hide....(flop)
my dad that threw an insurance guy over the front gate,
for trying to sign this boy up for unwanted insurance. mate, (tried)
So you see George Dibly was walking on dangerous ground:)
So he put his hands on her once more, round,
and she jabbed him with a long hatpin, 4 inch or more
he fell to the floor in near death shock,
and didn't do it no more...
completely cured, for sure:)
hatpins sure do rock...
Don
thanks Mikki....
Never forget,
everything you have ever done,
ever said,
Is burned into my memory.
I coy these walls of trigering influences of the fallen
In openminded stare of bonds
A ray of light opens it's eyes in surprise
THose eyes burn from freedoms grace
In essence in the water ripples in motion
Crashing waves against the jagged rocks tearing at the ocean
with memory in gattitude
A song of sorrow I sing to a spring that listens
It takes too time when nothing mattered
My beliefs running wild, inside with good intentions
In a time when we touched the scared sacred earth
Misereys pain ready in willing in able in it atempt it suceeds
Look in this place for more than ansewers in fortitude
Waters are spilling in conspiracy
only to see in hear the truth in troubled words of clearicy
On this night i am sworn too secreticy
With tober words of wisdom seeking latitation
I pled insanity incontempt witheld for true intannation
I am shakled in acared adornment
I renown in my adarve prison for self-control
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