The GatheringsUnited by a common bondLinked to yesterday foreverBringing us together once moreTo share in the camaraderieThat stirs the memoriesOf a long distant past.
A Prayer AnsweredOut of the darknessFinally a ray of hope.A new sunrise soon to arriveFree of anguish and painGone the mental strainOf trying just to surviveNow finding it easier to copeAnd realize some happiness.Out of the bleaknessThe path becomes so clearThrough the months of treatmentTo hear the words carrying reliefThinking of all who held the beliefThat this day would bring enjoymentKnowing the strength of their friend so dear.And always praying of a return in kindness.10/29/14
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
He only dates broken girls.I will destroy you. I willmake you love mewithout even trying;you’ll love the scabson my knees, the bruisesunder my eyes, mysinged hair. You will lovethe rush of holdingmy hand as we crossthe bridge; you’ll feellike a hero each timeI don’t jump. You will buyme chocolates, the mostexpensive, to guilt meinto eating. You will buyme seeds instead of flowers,to give me a reason toget up in the morning. Youwill make me dependent,even as I feed your whiteknight complex. I will destroymyself, and so you,and you will know why storms are named after people.
The Horror StoryMy horror should turn to grit that chokes the rusting cogs of passing breaths.It should sneak into crevice and corner until each pirouette of a clock hand crunchesa desperate death rattle into the mid-December hysteria. It should.I want my terror to ooze into the machinery of existence and permeate the iron.I want it to coat, and coax wheels off their axels as my mind spins out of control.The whole world should grind it's internal organs like black pepper. To a halt.The stars should feel the chill of my desperation and slide sluggishly down the sides of the skydripping burning nitrous into our eyes that in turn melt out of their sockets.I want every subatomic particle of life itself to suddenly stop, mid sentence.This is the way the world should fall apart.This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends.Not with a bang but with a resolutely maternal voice, strong as gravity, growling "Cancer."I want the world so still that I will see the traces of the dead le
While You Were SleepingWhile you were sleepingCells clusteredto whisper about you jealouslyin their tiny little chain gangbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -bigger, badder, better.While you were sleepingThey cementedtheir undying bond of friendshipand every face hardenedbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -sadder, snider, solid.While you were sleepingconspiracies rose and fellwith your breathand They rustled with laughterbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -more, malicious, mayhem.While you were sleepingCancer shoved over other kidsin the playgroundand took their placebefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -suddenly, so, scared.While you were sleepingyou were overrunand we can fight it, of course,with artilleries in the arteriespoppingpoppoppoppoppop -we'll, wield, weaponsbut while you were sleepingthey took a misered,bleak,first victory;poppingpoppoppoppoppop -into tumultous, tumourtuous, laughteras you lay undefendedand they captured your heart.
ImmuneYour poisonous wordsThe ones you throw at meUseless they areYou can't hurt meYou can't break meIt's beyond your power
Ignorant WisdomThe best of us die youngWhy?We are blood and bodyMind and muddled matterThat decays from the very airNecessary like an addictionOur eyes are skin and sinewSenses intaking a surfaceBut to the machine of faultsWhat is there lost to us?The best of us are of willAs what will be passed beliefThe demanding of subconsciousEdicts of the soulThen why do they die?Why must a will be severedWhen it drives our existenceAll that there isAnd will ever represent us?Why do vessels feed the muscle?Bones hold up our legsAnd a head with strong neckThat its aspirations rise?The best of us accomplishTasks of a higher calibreLike a barrel of the cannonOne volley into the starsThey undertake with all motiveAnd lose the unwinnable conditionFor through their demarcationRevitalize our weak heartsThe best of us die youngWhy?Because they are not usAnd remind us what we should beThrough the greatest leagueOf history's lessonsThey sacrifice their chance to liveAs watcher of the
ursa minor, maybei've realized that the only reason i have ever returned herehas been because of you.these paths we walked over and over againstill barely bare the imprint of our toes.you've been gone forclose to forever, i know. but stilli lay here where sky meets sea and stareat the stars you will never reach.it's kind of saddening to see that you will never be theinfinitely remembered cancer, orion, gemini;fame is not meant for everyone. you taught me that.once upon a time in a land broken long ago,you told me that the wicked never rest among the living.with quick feet i had thought you were talking of yourself, a wanderer, runner.now i see you only ever spoke of me.my feet have blisters.
StandingUnder the moonlightDuring this cold nightWe stand togetherSo we can live forever
lost meso i matched the rhythm of my breathing to his. nightfell vividly, violet, cutting throughstill living flesh.a butterfly made its last flutter.he was aristocratic, i was the needle, it waserratic and so we didn't open our eyes. my hands,gloveless, found him in the dark. i knew he kept findinghair pins somewhere in the pagesof all those telephone books. and atlas wantedto feel this touch when i tracedhis shoulder blades in awe:pathmaker, keykeeper, &found. the earth shivered.when i lie down i am a maze no more.
two spoons in a draweri don't believe in god,but i know someone putthe stars in the skybecause here you are,loving me.
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.