Yes I know
I've heard it all
It's for the best
That distant call
But yet your ghost
Still haunts me here
I've built the walls
Yet you're still there
But now I look back
Now I see
You were never present
Not there with me
And I returned
Back to your need
Jumped into water
Fulfilled your greed
But here alone..
I see so clear
The fog you sent me
No longer here
We are Ethereal
Temporary
I've become immune
And you can't touch me
Seen then unseen
Willingly used
A deceitful love
No longer moved
It was a pipedream
Those years we had
I look back
It was rotten, bad
So I made the choice
I walked away
I've left the feeling
I'll no longer stay
I am the beautiful
I am the strong
I let you go
And I'll live..I'll live on
In the end
I'll walk past your stone
In our own ways
We're both alone
Peace, where did you go?
Did you ever exist?
Throughout every page in history
It is something that was dismissed
War as always come too easy
From the brothers first kill
Now conflict is a normality
Love thy neighbour lost its will
Peace was a concept
We all chose to ignore
When we looked over the horizon
Greed always wanted more
What do we fight for
Who really wins in the end
When futures are destroyed
To early graves we do send
We bruise with our words
Deliver hate with our thought
Love is an emotion
That we were never taught
We switch on the tv
The ads are filled with pain
Animals and humans
Being abused once again
News, an ever constant
Highlighting misery galore
We search for immunity
But the world shouted 'more'
How much more heartache
Can we continue to endure
Where segregation is accepted
We are no nearer a cure
Is it all a pipedream
To live in a world without hate
We all must come together
Before it is too late?
Peace we yearn for you
Please come and fill up our heart
The answer is in front of us
But where do we start?
Healing divisions
Finding a way
All nations in unity
Lets start today!
I spent my childhood outside
running and laughing
my legs worked beautifully
I could see in the dark
I had all kinds of friends
Neighbors were family
I have slowed down
my ankles have arthritis
running is a pipedream
the dark seems scary now
I am not carefree like I used to be
I think of rabid raccoons in the bushes
I do not know my neighbors
we do not play
I do not know if they laugh or not
my childhood is a distant non-memory
it is too painful to revive
UTOPIA
It always was a pipedream
A state offering perfection
Maybe these days, a meme
Sent in the wrong direction
A world that appears ideal
All so happy, and at peace
But shock at the big reveal
When the fantasy will cease
It’s still an imagined reality
Despite those wishing it so
Yet we can say with finality
It’s back to the ward we go
(Sapphic Stanza)
Imagined being contacted by strangers
Imagined in grandeur that I was chosen
Reasoning surely, I am, saver of Worlds
Imagined, being retrieved by female twins...
I
All sorts of fears
A place of tears
And all these years
I thought these letters
Strung together for a collector?
No, far from such
C O I M E T R O PH O B I A
Intimated I feared losing
Coins at the cemetery
But oops, nothing to do with coins!
II
Then capital, names, of nations can
And do raise the odd question
Does Turkey have to do with FOWL?
For "turkey," tradition thanks Native Americans
With apologies a good country
Might - o capital - sound hell- ish, I'm sorry
I don't understand H E L S I N K I
But "hell" better deal FIRE than WATER
May Finland never taste an iota of sink!
Meanwhile tourists have made me think
About BANGKOK (some business stink!)
Back in the USA, I did learn to connect
The dots for INDIANAPOLIS & Connecticut
In Africa's south, a harbour (yes, there's contraband)
Rhymes with urban, not pronounced DUR - BAN
But yes, I do pray we do begin to ban
Alcohol sales on Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays
Prayer or pipedream for old fashioned ways?
Such pipedream regarding
winning bucket loads of cash,
would make monetary woes
in an instantaneous flash
mine dentures no longer
will futilely grind and gnash,
cuz I would undergo oral surgery
and simultaneously acquire
mush sought after gumption,
where dental implants
could offer million dollar smile
mastication boring full force
while I monstrously, yet easily mash
the most unpalatable pop slop
made with tender loving care
courtesy the missus.
Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors
play key role to alleviate paroxysms
debilitating bouts of anxiety and panic attacks
wracked these lovely bones
during their roaring twenties
severely impinging potential to relish
joys and sorrows present within mein kampf
vast stretches of life sabotaged
courtesy mental health challenges,
thus I acknowledge miracle of modern medicine
particularly prescription medication
(iterated within first line of this verse),
which allows, enables and provides
blessed escape illness noggin tortured.
Set Sail in my Camper Van
This is it, this is the one,
This is my master plan,
When all the world is sleeping,
I set sail in my camper van.
My journey may take me east,
My journey may take me west,
An adventure to almost anywhere,
Stopping at places I like best.
Wondrous stories shall I recall,
Wondrous stories far and wide.
Discovering the joys of Earth,
Valleys, mountains, seaside.
Time shall appear to stand still,
Time should at least slow down.
No manic confusion rushing about,
Tranquil and calm from city to town.
Pace my life on an open road,
Pace my life, no deadlines to meet.
Eyes wide open framing a scene,
Life’s enrichment under my feet.
Perhaps it’s only a pipedream,
Perhaps a project too far,
But wouldn’t it be fantastic,
and quite honestly, is it so bizarre.
Why not come along for the ride?
Why not embrace my master plan?
Let’s throw away those shackles,
As we set sail in my camper van.
Written 14/10/18
The pages of poetry and prose,
So carefully and considerately composed.
A response to the voice inside of me that
Whispers in a manner incoherent.
I am listening, because there is not much else to be.
I can guarantee I will die unworthy
And leaving no legacy but a beautiful corpse.
There was a time when I
Would give you this book of my verse
Some pages of open confession
Not be loved or adored, not to be suddenly understood
By myself or by this or the next generation.
Prestige in this current lifetime is a pipedream at best.
This is the legacy I follow against my will, the hallowed
Halls of deaf redeemers like the casket laying empty
Slowly approaching at a glacial crawl.
One day my name and my
Obituary will assert my solidarity
With the dirt. To the earth
I will go with all these prayers
My heart ‘neath my ribcage
Below this empty vessel
The soul departed somewhere.
I leave you maxilla and tines.
Or whatever else remains behind.
A petulant allowance to be
Engraved upon the crypts
In the most appropriate narrative,
Bereft of the truth in our histories
Given rather to fits of hysterics
And a careful, considerate lyric.
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