BEYOND PALE EYES
A BROODING MIND
SIMMERING
BELOW THE SURFACE
DARK AND FORBIDDEN
ANCIENT
BEHIND SOFT SKIN
COLD
IMPENETREBLE
SOLID AS ROCK
UNYIELDING
THIS IS MY MASK.
Rain pours,
Thunder snores,
Hail comes pelting down.
Sheets of water,
Everywhere.
I feel like I may drown.
Running through,
Deserted parks,
Looking for somewhere to stay.
A lightning strike,
Like a spike of light,
Causing the night to fray.
Finding a roof,
Solid as rock,
Relief comes flooding in.
A place to stay,
At least till day.
My energy is running thin.
I’m only fourteen,
No where to live,
Whatever shall I do?
I’ll find a way,
Let my sorrow decay,
And start out my life anew.
‘Twas yesterday,
My mum led astray,
By rumours that burnt on pure sin,
She kicked me out,
Of our little old house,
All my years which I’d spent within.
“Oh why, Why me?”
I say with a sigh.
As tears begin to form.
Mum, I miss you.
I won’t let you down.
I start right after this storm.
Grant me the challenge to shade the light.
To soften the sun into the night.
To whisp the world into a silent dream.
Then grant me peace into the inbetween.
Grant me solitude for days on end.
To soften my soul into a friend.
To whisp the world into a sacred peace.
Then grant me the mindset to finally release.
Grant me the eyes to see through time.
To soften my fears through rhythm and rhyme.
To whisp the world into poetic verse.
Then grant me the doors to the universe.
Grant me the courage to finally walk.
To whisp the righteous, solid as rock.
Then grant me the love i so desire.
Grant me the heart to tame my admired.
Then relive.
Ever remembered
Places where the sun still shines
Without my shadow
Oh how I do miss them
These wonderful dear people
Without whom so many special moments
Would never have occurred
Lasting visions frozen in time's echo
Countless tears shed in sorrow
In laughter
And in compassion
Those streams that I have swum
Father's hug so gentle
Yet solid as rock
Mother's caress supremely comforting
Beyond most vivid imagination
So many friends I have made
And some that I have lost
For now
Still soon we will be together
Billions of potential friends
Yet so few ticks of the clock
Siblings so very close
Now so far away
Past loves endlessly lingering
In almost forgotten kiss
Too many things left unsaid
So much I would like to say
Believing that the end
Is my real beginning
And days I have never known
I'll never truly miss
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
We walk on the earth, solid as rock
We feel at home in water, but
Also on land no one
Sees the ground rippling
No one hears its’ waves
Crash on the shores
I watch as the waters
Cut the rock,
And see it’s slow to kill
As I watch the
Waters, I begin to see
I belong to the waters
So incredibly rough
So incredibly calm,
So I still walk through
The waters
But I now cry to the tides,
The tides that pull
At my heart strings
Ripping out the
Pathetic whines.
I see the waters
Crashing on the shores
But still
I admit I belong to
The waters, and cry to the tides
I hear the waters singing
A song oceanic in size
Watch as the symphony
Makes me cry.
So here I am standing on
What I believe
To hold the ties
Ties to the waters
And ties to the
Tides.
blow cold with warmth of memory
for you be mine forever,
drifters write with hearts of stone...
for time within his mind
a trail of tears into the past,
a guiding light behind.
believe the need ,more over the greed,
my soul is given freely.
No heart has ever known
drifters love ,be prone
believing with fear
solid as rock
warm as a tear
as gentle the first kiss
forgetting to remember
(Written as a tribute and based on the poem “The Guy in the Glass” or more commonly
known as “The Man in the Glass” by Peter “Dale” Wimbrow.)
When you herd in those cattle and finish that race,
And life makes you the king for a day,
You look in bar mirrors at a scarred face,
And see what that cowboy has to say.
Oh, it wasn’t a mother, a wife or ol’ pard,
Who frowned on you ridin’ tall grass.
It was the ol’ coot who looks at you hard,
The cowboy starin’ back from the glass.
He’s the ol’ cuss to please, not the one you should mock,
He’s the last one that stays by your side.
He’s the one that stays steady, solid as rock,
The one by which you should abide.
You might be like some cowboys and live on rot rum,
And think you’re a heck-raisin’ poke,
But the cowboy in the glass knows you’re just scum
And you life’s nothin’ but a bad joke.
You may fool all the boys down the trails and sunsets,
And head this ol’ life off at the pass,
But rewards will be tears and so many regrets
If you’ve cheated the cowboy in the glass.
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