Do you know that years; two to be exact
passed by, with shame and pain, but I was in act?
Did you see that I've felt so small beside them all,
and the ground was all I've found?
That I've met the other side of me,
the one I never knew I had,
the one I started to trust, believe, and put my joy to?
I forgot how to smile,
Or how to see the genuine beauty around,
I spoke my heart to you,
with twisted letters hoping you'd sink to,
and understand it, at least the half of it,
but you blew my hope away, and couldn't even hear what I said
You never listened, and I mentioned that out,
but you said otherwise,
you said you know it all
I'm not the little girl I used to be,
no short hair anymore, no more that pink floral dress,
I thought you knew that, or at least I left you to guess,
You never saw the tears,
you couldn't see them because I never let you be a part of me, of the new me
I hated what I've become,
but I assure you that now I'm all I ever wanted to be,
When I said I want to put make up on,
you said no darling you're too young,
but thirteen was so young,
is sixteen between that too?
When I say, I'm growing up,
Can you see that?
Can you hear my words now?
Don't look at me as the one with short hair,
You can call me names,
but dear mom, I plea, not to put pain again
I only need your comprehension,
Ask a mother, is sixteen too far?
Look me in the eyes, and tell me the truth,
that you only miss your little baby girl,
and can't let me move.
i saw the sun rise and set on your skin as you told me stories, old, real ones. we were at the beach, this is a landlocked country.
your cigarette is dying now. but you have a pack on your pocket, of the company the same name as my father's. i want to laugh whenever i see it. i could name a few things the same color as the dull golden it is and write a poem, but that wouldn't make you stop smoking, would it?
now you're driving a red car. i'm riding shotgun. you drive, quiet. i can only see one half of your face. we seldom speak when i see you. it's not a highway where we're driving, more like the roads in this city carelessly stitched together with those in perhaps, rome.
there's a bend in the road. my cousin taps at the window, it rolls down. he wants to know if i want a visa to paris. you look at me. i look at you. we haven't spoken yet. i open the door and leave with my cousin to get the visa to paris.
we're driving, again. but it's a jeep this time and she's here too. the road is empty, it's the youngest highway this valley knows of. you stop at a bridge. there are old, dark skinned women from the hills, surrounding the jeep. they're tapping at all our windows. i'm looking at how beautiful the gold bangles look on their wrists.
we're in a huge empty room. there are three shower booths, and a single black leather sofa facing each one. she's sleeping on the third one. i'm watching her sleep from the first one. she's beautiful. i see you leaning against the booth in front of me with your arms crossed. i wonder who you were staring at.
and each time, i woke up wishing the pillow lines on my cheeks were from the creases in your shirt and not the pillows.
i stopped running away in my sleep after i kept seeing you.
Stood way out there,
And ran all his fingers
Through his hair.
He took a deep breath
As the morning arose,
Smiling so wide
That it wrinkled his nose.
He saw on the horizon
A crackle of rain -
And touches of dew
Resting on his new cane.
But when Thurgood paused
And peered over his lawn,
And studied his yard
In the new light of dawn,
He kicked at his heel
Like an old Mother Hen.
And he grumbled aloud,
"Oh no, not again!"
He followed the Quiltwork
Patch Grass to the side,
Where the Fennilen Fern
And the Trugg usually hide,
Through the green, where
The collups and roses were set,
All needing a pruning he
Hadn't faced yet.
And there it was,
Still tugging the string,
That wicked and
Pimply pompous old thing.
Standing there near the hill,
Right beside an old post,
Where it could drink in the morning,
And gaze down the coast.
"Five times you've been planted,"
Said good Fenwick that day.
He was well wearied and worn.
His head almost gray.
"You did not like the corner,
Where the daffodils grow.
You did not care for the tulips,
Row upon row."
"You turned away from the Ivy
That climbs to the sea.
You are a most contentious,
And troublesome tree."
"Was the fence near the gate
Not a worthy estate?
That you had to pull free,
And run toward the sea?"
"The poplars were kind,
But you turned clear away.
I wonder just what
You are thinking today."
But the tree did not nod,
As far as Thurgood could tell.
For it could taste the sweet ocean,
And feel her waves swell.
It watched the soft moon
Drifting low in the sky,
And stretched out its branches
Ever so high.
And Thurgood shook his head,
And with an inkling of pride
Said, "Does this make you happy?"
And he smiled wide.
He turned on his heels,
And watched the soft sea.
Today there was quiet
Along this emerald key.
Her waves gently licking
The shoreline hello,
And morningtime greeting
Her usual glow.
"It is a nice view,"
He heard himself say.
As dawn gently tap-tapped
To nature's soiree.
And he grinned, "You old codger.
Have it your way.
And a good mornin' to you.
I believe this is your day."
Copyright © 2013 Richard D. Remler
"Even if I knew that tomorrow
the world would go to pieces,
I would still plant my apple tree."
When I came to, it was already too late.
Tumbling at the speed of sound and pointed
at the only thing I ever cared about.
Readjusting and stabilizing
the shot towards earth,
I remembered what was packed tight
in the cargo hold with the titanium alloy exoskeleton.
It was a matter of total energy.
that I used it to come see my home world
even though it was long since abolished.
The destruction was a mystery up until now.
As I hurled towards earth with my incredible dangerous load.
My only hope was that I could come back and save my family.
I would have never considered
that I would be the demise of my entire species,
nonetheless all of the underestimated subspecies that would die too.
The vessels computer was attempting to revive me.
“Impact in thirteen seconds.”
The ship commanded in the most perfect womanly voice.
"Initialize magnetic gyroscopic shielding." I say.
My planets surface was closing in.
I could see the coastline waves
rolling and ebbing with the moon.
At this moment I considered my probable demise.
“Captain, interdimensional equipment
charged and awaiting coordinates.”
as her other voice commanded,
“Five seconds till impact.”
Collapsible was the style of our Universe.
All I had to do now,
was tap the controls and I would leave the atmosphere instantly,
taking me in between the folds of particles.
The hull was losing integrity as was I.
And on that thought,
I simply pressed the button
and started my return to my lonely place in time.
Alone in the distant future and in the silence of space.
The passing eons of space-time were rattling my very bones.
But I ascended to the very place in time
where I would have been.
And there she was in all her exaltation.
Untainted as I once recalled.
That’s when it struck me.
It was only logical that my life had been
looping all these years.
Destroying and saving humanity
all at the same time.
So typically me.
"Computer, set a course for San Francisco."
How can you know that person
So well she knows you
While your bond will worsen
And there is no thing you can do
How can you look her in the eyes
And tell her you don't feel
It was a villain in disguise
All he wanted was to steal
How can you tell her he took your heart
And a big magnifying glass
In the end he gave you part
Of the big and terrible mass
He said come look at this
There must be something wrong
Maybe there is something that you miss?
Because this used to be so strong
So you look at your own heart
Shamelessly thorn and adapted
And there slowly you make a start
To get to know what it affected
No matter the secrets hearts keep
There is one thing we all know
No wound can be too deep
For sincere love to undo
My energy is what you're taking
You are stealing it from me
Slowly and painfully my heart is breaking
It is somthing you must see
So now my love the time has come
For me to let you go
I can't explain where it comes from
But it's the right thing, I really know
I will care as long as I live
About how your life goes on
I just hope that you will forgive me
For not being the one
What is loyalty?
Is loyalty when you are in a relationship, and you don't cheat?
Is loyalty and when you do your friend a favor when they need you most, and they are begging for you to help them?
That can't be loyalty.
That won't be loyalty.
No, Loyalty is something bigger.
Loyalty is when you are honest, and trusting, with your peers.
Loyalty is when you do the right thing for the right people
Instead of being selfish
Instead of being evil
Instead of being the kind of person no one would ever want to spend their life with.
Loyalty is when you stay true to your word.
It's when you don't tell a lie
It's when you develop one opinion on something
It's when you stick to your guns, and you don't go out being a liar.
It's when you claim that you are doing one thing, but realize you can do the other anyway.
It's when you don't act on that other way
It's when you instead, stay to what you last promised.
Loyalty is not being the one person who ruins an otherwise good night.
Loyalty is not being the one person who ruins an otherwise good life.
Loyalty is instead, simply, truth.
Truth to one person.
Truth to one person who deserves it.
Truth to all people, they all deserve it.
If you aren't willing to be loyal.
Don't call me.