It will be there in the morning
It will be there at night
Pull on your boxing gloves
And swing with all your might
You hit hard
Though it’s never enough
Be on your guard
Things are about to get rough
A never ending battle
With that unseen enemy
In your head words rattle
Words like addiction, abuse, poverty
You will attempt to run and hide
Yet there is no escape
Across country or worldwide
Do not underestimate
The power of this curse
Ease up for just a second
The situation might get worse
Nevertheless my strength is unreckoned
This malediction ends here
It ends with mine
I no longer will fear
This curse has died this time
It will be there in the morning
It will be there at night
Don your boxing gloves
And swing with all your might
You hit hard
Though it’s never enough
Be on your guard
Things are about to get rough
A never ending battle
With that unseen enemy
In your head words rattle
Words like addiction, abuse, poverty
You will attempt to run and hide
Yet there is no escape
Across country or worldwide
Do not underestimate
The power of this curse
Ease up for just a second
The situation might get worse
Nevertheless my strength is unreckoned
This malediction ends here
It ends with mine
I no longer will fear
This curse has died with time
?This is it
?A bid goodbye
?A farewell into the fluffy far lands
?Where souls tango and trouble is amiss
?
?A melancholic release
?Of sweet eerie sounds
?Resonate in the heart of the clouds
?As the soul departs and body retreats
?
?Like the petals from the morning bloom
?A gay smoke dances undead in the loop
?Lot's been learned, lot more has been unlearned
?Thus elopes the smoke into the clouds
?
?This is it
?A true lie is told
?Don't believe in man
?For a demise's gone unreckoned with
?
?The silence you speak
?I say it all so loud in peace
?I'm not just a man
?Aye! I'm a strange man
?
?What lies ahead
?Is seen in the eyes of the dead
?Aye! I'm a strange man
?Lost to all inside of him
The places I’ve been
all part of me now,
roadmaps of intention
tracking landscapes endowed
The history I’ve written
covers chapter and verse,
of promises made
and commitments diverse
The road ever widens
my scope narrows down,
the past out of focus
leaving town after town
Tomorrow unbeckoned
I search for today,
the future unreckoned
—the moment in play
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Nightly the familiar march,
sunset suffused with dawn.
Crushed the moments in between.
Neither praised nor cursed but
merely lost amid their myriad kin
and dreadfully forgotten.
Misplaced lives amid unreckoned days—
for sale by merchants of expired skill
who barter time and wrest unseemly bargains,
their words aligned with porous deeds,
maintained throughout in darkness
yet crumbling from within, seamy side disclosed
Frightful that our nobler minds
must daily banish all the fetid rancor
those in power tediously summon
from nether cursed realm that they purvey,
absent notice or concern
for those they step upon and maim.
Have you heard the cries of innocence
of all earth’s precious life?
Won’t you join me now outside,
as once again the light of day is stolen,
and ponder all the vast but unseen
intellect that permeates the sky?
The speed of thought is infinite
and fills the boundless depths of space.
To all the guardians of infinity
I nightly urge my fervent aspiration—
And hold aloft a sign of just one word,
and that word is AWAY.
Where stood my love, my pretty
My eyes my heart compelled
To falter in self-pity
Within its breathless shell
It ached the way I needed
To make my passion clear
But flattery once pleaded
Fell vacant on her ear
I longed to say I love her
And curse the bitter cost
For silence was a torture
‘twas better dared and lost
Than buried deep to vanquish
The man I used to be
To torment and to languish
In the solitude of me
So earnestly I told her
And prayed she understood
She smiled, and then she whispered:
“… I thought you never would.”
Much time has passed unreckoned
In living out my life
Yet I bless each hour, each second
Spent with my love … My wife
The heart above all things, most fragile,
bears all things.
So easily wounded when past scars beckon;
Unhealed, unreckoned.
Reminding me;
of life’s journey past,
awaiting to be healed,
forgiveness to be sealed.
Forgiveness must allow
the healing that I wish.
For the heart above all things, most fragile;
bears all things where love abides,
when healing does reside.
Today, an opportunity not to miss
the healing that I wish.
So, ABBA, forgiveness I release
so healing will replace,
and love most precious will abide
when forgiveness does reside.
Sunday come, the old flame beckoned
Three years and two
Unities torched, broken, rewind unreckoned
Violent tears burned and spoken
Wedded bliss razed unwoken
So this was written by my one friend and asked me to publish it on his behalf.
:)
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