Effort at ReunionFour decades and five have passedSince we walked those hallowed hallsSo many reminiscences have fadedLost forever to the ravages of time.We now gather together to shareIn the experience of that connectionCreated in that far distant pastWhen we were wide-eyed adolescences.Now meeting again after all these yearsOr for some, for the first timeReady to establish new memoriesFrom a conscious effort at reunion.9/24/14
A Window to The PastAs I flip through the pagesAnd try to think back to those timesSeeing some faces I remember.Like opening a window to the past,It shows us what used to be,And stirs our memories.In the years that have gone bySo many things have changedWill the faces still be familiar?But like opening a window to the pastEach time it awakens thoughtsOf the hopes and dreams of nineteen sixty nine.8/27/2014
The JourneyIt starts the day we arrive upon this earthIt is sometimes so hard to see the path to followYet still we continue onNever knowing if we have taken the correct direction. At times the road seems impassableCluttered with missteps and uncertainties.But still we muddle onAlways seeking the way that will lead us to happiness.10/26/13
Behind the FacadeIs there anyone who really knows us?Other than ourselves.Are we so untrusting or so afraid?So many questionsSo few answers.You spend years getting to know someone.But what do you know?Only what they let you.How much of ourselves do we hide?Behind the facadewe started to build so long ago.Living in a masqueradeDo we loose ourselves?started 02/15/13
The Truest GiftThere is no monetary valueyou can put on the truest giftthe one that comes from the heart.The touch of a caring handThe words of comfortThat create a wondrous smilethat in return lights the world.
Wish I Was ThereStorm clouds gather in mock celebrationBringing the darkness that surrounds you.The river of tears swellsFlows in endless streamsFrom eyes reeking of the painOf the bitter taste that remainsFrom the memories of the torment.Oh how, how I wish I was there.To be the shining light of remembranceBringing the warm affection that engulfs you.The dam to block the fearsCalm the turbulent timesGive you the comfort and strengthNeeded for you to regain hopeAnd remember all is not lost.Oh how, how I wish I was there.05/31/12
DARKNESS REIGNEDAs I heard the wordsMy world fell silentMy heart turned coldThe sun was eclipsedThe night sky was blackNo stars or the moon shone.For darkness reignedSadness prevailed.I saw no smiling facesOnly gloom surrounded meA foreboding of a coming doomSeemed to lurk all aboutOnly my memories appearedTo carry any hope.For darkness reignedSadness prevailed.05/30/12
A Cosmic MessageOut of the shadowsa pinpoint of light appearscarrying a cosmic message.The lessons of a million yearsthat have been cast aside forgottenlocked within unconscious thought.Hidden within the constellationsthat fills the night skyjust waiting to be discovered.Pursue the key to enlightenmentleave no stone unturnedto release the wisdom of the ages.5/20/12
So listen ISo listen II hear a new song, one that pleases my soulTis a song of renewal, that doth make me smileSmile forth with joy, the joy of friendships growthAway, away, will the joy carry me into foreverWhat has been is gone, what will be yet to be seenAnd I await it with open heartA new heart now beats within my friendIt was spawned today through a tear eyed testI stand here now ready to watch white wings take her into a wind's driftAnd in it she shall find the solace to mend an ancient painful riftSo I listen to a new song of lifeAs one, a pair, sharing the love of life.
-In the endless tranquil forest,Hidden by the shadows beneath the leaves,I smile; at peace with the world,As your corpse smiles back at me...
ElenaElena followed me homefrom work one nightand stayed for tea and eggs,and all that minimum wageand wars between the sheetscould bring.She said she was a goddess,daughter of a carpenterwith her long red, red hairand eyes as warm as hazel nutson Christmas morning.Her hands spoke brailleacross my backand made the silenceof Sunday into a prophecy.She left one Octoberjust like she said she wouldwhen the fireflieshad turned their wings to ash.And I found revelationin red, red wineand cheap red, red fabricthat came off in my handslike summer.
Finding HappinessShe's burning up like a suicide noteAnd upon it's legacy linesScribed in crimson inkIs all her little curios of happiness.Before misery waddled up,Knocked over her correction fluid;Erasing all her joy in a blink.There's a tape recorder by her sideSkipping a death tone melody;The silence she hides inside.Should she stop.And rewind?Wipe her days of self-pity and hateUntil she can record a new songUpbeat to a happy tune of fate.By her crumpled flat dress,Glares wild, her knife and her pills,Though the sight macabreOnly sets her heart ablaze to chills.Serrated metal to barcode inA reminder of all her undying painAnd the dark she kisses within.Numb, she knocks back medicine,Her bus stop on the highway of life.Faltering she drops lipstick blade andTo an honest mirror she turns...What ever happened toThe smiling girl?What ever happened toHer innocent future?Tears fade to a calm stareWhich unravels a soulful grin;A u-shape of acceptanceTo new challenges she mus
lines for rae armantroutFor instance, an old oak grovedisassembled.And to you, Rae, because what appearslike campfiresis always the cosmic cascading bodies,torched and tumbling,and someone screaming evacuate-meaning rebuild, re-haunt.***Reading about the experiment,it became evident-the traffic of moans,crowds of shadows standingin the peripheral,a sense of expectation and dread.This is how death comes in poems:The last campfire in the distance goes dark.
I'm too poor to feel so middle class.My teeth still ache from the dentist,but it doesn’t stop me from nibblingthe cheese danish I bought at Krogerthis morning, warmed by thirtyseconds in the microwave. My mugof hot chocolate is too big, and Idrink it all. The washer is on its lastcycle; the cat is purring at my feet.Netflix is background noiseto clacking keys, typing a transcriptof middle class morning that I’ll latercall a poem or a turning point,wondering when I became such an adult.
to the ghosts with you, my deari came not to be kissed,or to have myself cradledin the curve of a throat,but to be broken,to be diminishedby your lack of affection& over indulgence of sexualization.but i,uneducated in your intent,found myself left entirely whole& incapable of the furyi had sought to sow between theridges of my aching ribs.
the polar opposite of translucencycradled in the echoof a cloudburst,the earth curls invisible fingersabout my achilles' tendon& pulls;she cries that i am notintended for the clouds,that my mind must not wanderbetween their susurrous concavesso i,furious with her insistence,her petulance,untether myself from the soft,diaphonous comfort of the heavens& sink,down into the weight of gravity.listless green blades welcome my soles,stimulating a tickle,an itch,a sneeze; i never have done wellwith nature,but oh,she is calling for me,soft-tongued and crisp in herown shadow,& i am sorely temptedbut no,no--i am not for the soil.lungs listless,she becomes my inhale;lightheaded& translucent,my alveoli shudderbeneath her force--i am not for the air, either.mellow-skinned,i stand beneath her onslaughtuntil she tires,her molten heart beating beneath my toes;unable to woo me with her facets,she pirouettes,cloaking me in one last attempt,a final shadow.my pores bloom& i r
Thy Fallen AdamO father, thou hast forsaken me.Thou hast breathed essenceInto these corpse lungs, and yetThou had cast me outInto this cold black with no regret.Why dost thou shudder so father?Thine eyes were the first IBore witness to in mine blossom.'Ere did that grace of life ebb within;Yet thou did but blench and lookNo more upon thy creation no farther.Dost thou have stomach to embrace?O father, I ought to have been an angel,But alas thou hast sewn a villain's faceTo hide mine internal beauty.O father, why thou elude me of love?Thou elude my diabolic presenceWith thy Prometheus hands, and stillThy plague am I to thouIn pestilence dire I maketh thou ill.Where dost thou go to weep father?Look! Even stars insult my frameNe'er did the celestial offer me comfort,Yet thou would dare mock too.Only shallow rain cries tears ever blue.Dost thou have conscience to behold?O father, did thou not dream me as mortal,But I am a patchwork of nightmares oldAs a mirror of thy own cruelt
AgainAnother dayA new beginningAnother nightThe same nightmare
Venice MoonVenice MoonBeneath the full moonA mysterious rendezvousOf lovers locked in secrecyHidden behind masquerade masksFrom any prying eyesThat may chance a peekOut of the windows above.6-10-13
This work was inspired by by Foxfiresand has been sitting around for a long time. I finally decided to post.