I spent the early part of my life
Giving little to no thought of my
Father and what he meant to me.
I later discovered by self analysis
That I'd subconsciously shut him out,
Thinking of nothing positive about him.
But there came a day when I was 54,
At a family reunion, a younger sister
Shed some light on our dad. On that
Summer day in Oklahoma, my entire
Attitude toward my father was forever
Changed.
He was no longer just an angry man
Who smoked and drank heavily; who
Verbally abused any who stood aversed
To him; who seldom smiled and was hard
To please.
He died when I was 13, and I reconsidered
That had he lived longer than 58 years, we
Would have gotten to know each other better
In spite of there being 11 minor children.
I tell you, I rethought a host of things and
Began to write about him and the treasure
of his brief life.
Today, please allow me to say in a few words
One item from daddy's treasure chest. Daddy
Provided a modest livelihood for mother and
Us, NEVER LEAVING US UNTIL THE DAY OF
HIS DEMISE.
Shed some light on me
deliver me from sadness
wipe my tears away
Today, I woke up early
In the morning
Removed the blanket
And went outside
As I saw, there was
One more blanket.
Blanket of Mist.
Suddenly I saw,
Sun's rays
Piercing the blanket and
Blanket of Mist
Diminished into the sky.
Plants became awake.
Chirping of birds started.
Happiness was there
Just like this,
Oh! My true Father!
Shed some light on me.
Remove the blanket of Ignorance,
jealousy, greed.
Fill the darkness
With your Light.
Dissolve me.... into you..
Let My Soul chirp....
In unending Joy.......
Thankyou
The fair angel sitting on a dark blue cloud
holds a dazed light in her trembling, gentle hand open wide...
shouldn't a peaceful summer's night be lit by silver stars?
How would she reach the rings of Mars?
Like Venus dressed in white silk,
she waits for her Adonis to make her weak
with his beautiful, ripped physique...
would then that heavenly vision be unique?
The fair angel sitting on a dark blue cloud
feeds her fantasy by peaking into the effulgent light,
for now she seems so peaceful and glad...
later, she'll worry as it'll become evanescent as night.
Lustrous moon shed some light on her path 'till morning comes,
can she dream with open eyes and still be realistic?
More is achieved when one loves as she truly does...
unlikely others who are anxious to be loved and become love-sick.
I'll be your soldier
When the sun goes down
I'll be the one
To keep you safe in this town
I'll give you my word
No harm will come
Not til I'm gone
Not til I'm done
My word is my honor
And my honors my life
To enemies I will send
A deadly strike
So I beg for a chance
To shed some light on what you cant see
Juliet take this dare
One dance with me .
Shadow By: Brandon and Candice
Shed some light on my darkest hour.
Close my eyes and let me see
what it is you think of me.
Close your mouth and speak to me.
Utter blissful nothings from the darkness
in which you hide
things that are prevalent.
Speak only truth and countless emotions.
Things that pain you to speak of.
Things that give you joy to share.
Things that in some disturbed way give me satisfaction just knowing that they haunt you.
Give me the key to the black door where your inner child is locked away.
Tucked in the abyss, reaching and crying and begging to be set free.
Ebony and crimson walls mirror what was your inner beauty.
And the entity of the pain you have endured is real.
Not knowing you shroud these thing and hide the beautiful articulation of your existence.
Hold me with your amputated hands.
and do not be afraid to point out my mistakes.
It is time we say goodbye.
It is sad that no one will ever know you...
This person I have tried hard to set free.
Take Care...
Goodbye until we meet again.
Underneath a sunless sky
Blue grey colors in my mind
A heart alone to keep the time
Bundled snugly to rune and rhyme
In the darkness and the silence of the night
Not a sound or break or sign
Narcotic sleep so deep so kind
In the nothing moves the jive
Outside in the backyard pyre
In the darkness and the silence of the night
In this fitful wake less dream
Want to warn and shout and scream
Macabre figures dance in a scene
Ghostly twilight amongst the weeds
In the darkness and the silence of the night
Outside my bedroom window sill
Out in the nothing of darkness shrill
Ghastly figures roam at will
Horror grips and holds and kills
In the darkness and the silence of the night
If the moon will surely show
And stop the paralysis and let me moan
Shed some light on phantoms bowed
Glowing eyes and shrouds and stones
In the darkness and the silence of the night
Morning in our neighborhood
Kiss of dew and smell of wood
If they knew or surely could
Before the next near moon
In the darkness and the silence of the night
I wake to the touch of a morning sun,
Softly teasing my eyes apart.
I feel your arms tighten around
Sealing yet another
Non existent space.
I turn around to face you
Feeling blessed for a millionth time.
I stare at your sleeping self
Murmuring a silent prayer of thanks…
At a dark dark time you were sent to me
To shed some light on my weakening being.
I held on tight to you secure hands
As u pulled me out of a painful mess…
I found the smile I thought I had lost
I found love so serene and pure
I found your eyes so full of care
As it healed so well my bruised soul..
I kiss your brow slow and soft
Anxious not to wake you up…
Tears form as to spell my love
I see your eyes open up
Just as a drop runs down my cheeks
I feel your hands brushing it off…
That I know is the art of love
I was gifted with
And eternally crowned…
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