Would be a scream
Is broken grace
as we dream
souls of fire
See the charm
In a world
flat out debased
Is laid to waste
listen , and cry
For the children
Less than nothing
Since death's been in grace
Dance with your lies
speak not of my sin
In gods name
Get me out of this place. Hy
I saw your face in a dream last night
A sweet apparition of mine
Your eyes incandescent
My heart oblique
Deadalic wings flutter too high
Somnolent night soon to threaten empyrean rays
Perfidy soon to end languishing love
Pinkish-green words busy blossoming in my ears
Serpent, you smile
I am caught in your lies
My clamorous past forewarns
A mind which recoils at the thought
Of loss consecrated by new malaise
Of wretched sensations soon wrought
We sit close together, our hands entwined
My eyes trace the hazy azure
The glistening embers of our fair past
Set me ablaze and shall tear us apart
Wisping, Whispering Wind
Slow and Silent Snow
Landing Lightly upon your hair
Bondage to Beauty, I feel, I know.
Forever Feeling lost
Drowning in this Dream
Always Aiming Above
But Failing, Falling Fast...
Beware and be Bewareful!
And watch the Whitherwhoo,
Should you see a Wannabe
Staring right at you...
Watching how you talk and walk,
And how you blink your eyes.
Noting how you say "Achoo!"
And eat your half-moon pies.
It will follow quite carefully,
And yet remain unseen,
Only to discover how you eat
A Many-Flavored Bean.
It will find out how far you can jump,
And how you comb your hair.
It will watch you brush your teeth,
And how you hug your Teddy Bear.
It will notice how you drink your tea,
And how you sleep and dream.
It will do all this, and so much more,
And still remain unseen.
It will see how well you tie a bow,
And how you use a spoon.
It will note how well you wash your hands,
Or gaze upon the moon.
It will notice if you peek about
Before you go to sleep.
And how well you tend and tease
Those many secrets that you keep.
So Beware and be quite Wareful,
And watch that WhitherWhoo,
For chances are a Wannabe
Is staring back at you.
Copyright © 2010 Richard D. Remler
"Most people are other people.
Their thoughts are someone else's
opinions, their lives a mimicry, their
passions a quotation. "
~Oscar Wilde, De Profundis, (1905)
You know that feeling:
to be wasted on hope
and high on a dream
while low on aspiration
and loaded with doubt.
You know those thoughts:
about dreary memories
and scornful actions
with broken ideas
and frustrating decisions.
You know those worries:
about what will come
and who you'll meet
with a side of who will you be
and who you might see.
But you don't know:
that now matters the most
and the past is over
while who you are is at steak
and you can't see who you'll be.
But please, don't think you know:
that today is done
because tomorrow hasn't begun.
Before sleep overcame me and stole my consciousness away
My last thoughts were of you and what I would write today
I could compare you to the sun
Because your pushing the darkness back
I might liken you to the stars
Because so many wishes might come true
I could say you are the wind
Because I dream of you gently carressing my skin
I might believe you are a river
Because your washing my sadness away
But all I can really say
Is that I hope you stay
a dream from the past, was required
and leave behind today’s complex romp
to quell sad ennui’s fire
oh! when youth cured all in joyous stomp
let's just say i'm doing fine
jonas says he's going back to california
screaming squeeze! the sea
and hail! the breeze
the roughage of a thousand ocean floors
rolls me into its waves and
strangles my heart instantly
jonas thinks of returning to the traveling lifestyle
pulling him away, always
wrong way down a one way on two feet
stomping syncopatedly like organized fury
jonas and i are in the kitchen at standing on end
"i'm getting out of here, you know"
silently spoken, he cannot take it back now
i read the wisdom beneath the scribbles of his hands
stay put | move on | stay put | move on | stay put | move on | stay put | move on | stay put | move on
jonas left two weeks ago
i won't hear from him
he's living like a shadow
passing over, never sinking in
everyone everywhere he's ever been will forget his name
"jonas, i started to dream you were here"
i felt him but continued to wake
will our ties weaken or will we make
deeper grooves every time we retrace a step?
like highways after years of traffic
What do you dream about?
Is it Star Wars?
Whatever it is,
I hope it makes you happy,
I never could.
As I rest beneath a sturdy willow I dream of days long past,
Of long before my universe had veered from its straight path.
I have lived a life with happiness; I have no reason to complain,
But imagining things that could have been overwhelms my heart with pain.
I wonder if he'd be here with me, relaxing by my side,
Maybe we'd have children now, to fill my life with pride.
But in this life I'm here alone, lost love my one rergret,
And despite the grief it causes me, I pray I don't forget.
As I stare up at the swaying branches, I hum an ancient tune,
And though the words are long forgotten, the melody stays true.
I feel a breeze upon my skin, and the song begins to soothe,
Despite the choice I wish I'd made, I find comfort in one truth.
That dwelling on my past mistakes will never bring you here,
And that there's beauty in this world to find, even though you're never near.
I must focus on the subtle hope that joy will find me soon,
But before I start to crest that hill, I must appreciate the moon;
To humble myself enough to see the awe in my surroundings,
All the gifts this world provides, on display for us so proudly.