The night sky was shining their
Brilliant wonderful stars at night
I sat there in the dark just staring
Thinking to myself, what a beautiful site
Then as luck should have it
I witnessed a shooting star
I gasped my breath in wonderment
And closed my eyes in anticipation
Will this wish of mine come true?
Is this shooting star a fate of what is yet to be
Eyes closed tight I whispered in the night
‘I wish he was here by my side’
‘I wish he was holding me in his arms’
Then I realized I had made to many wishes
Perhaps they won’t come true
Sigh….perhaps who knows
Then contemplating on what I just wished
I just looked to the beautiful night sky
And wished he could see what I see
A soldier's friend grants him a first name
'til fate reigns down its condemning sword,
leaning our heads to bullets and flame,
jumping trenches to fight the hoards.
Fountains of blood bursting from fresh snow,
sprays the crimson mist in fields of sticks;
when the right to fight to live makes more
brave heroes for those their god picks!
Boots tight and worn in darkest Winter,
test trust and faith in a soldier's oath.
Push through the Hell until you leave her;
for soul and flag you fight for both!
Cannons ring these ears and try patience;
I search the skies for my daughter's eyes.
My blood, food for my gun's allegiance,
feeds a machine willing to die!
Tell my wife her man fought with honor,
with her in heart not to die alone;
if this war should take my life from her,
send my kiss to my doors at home!
Magnify my melancholy,
nonchalantly treading care,
to protect my soul
and all that's whole,
crippling vigor for this wearer.
Perfumed day lilies address my mercy;
her lips implore mindful passion.
All hearts afire pound,
brushing knees to please,
in a rhythm set fashion.!
Why does she play softly in song
strumming my heartstrings
with wanted whispers?
blueprints my fondness unassisted.!
Tending to such diversion
has failed to ring her ear.
Who will she let possess the key,
the beautiful child of Earth
I have endeared?
Fate has dealt it's joker's wild
in turncoat of winter's chill.
Wrought with compassion,
where in the void will she fill?
A tear has stained my naked cheek;
two mirrors reflecting disrepair.
Will it take but one lifetime
to clinch a hug
and dress down any stares?
Try to see you are young at heart
though birthdays, through time
run by your side.
Show off that smile
to friends and family all the while,
and remain that cutey pie.!
I saw you driving in your car today,
I know it's been hard for me to say goodbye,
But it was good to see your beautiful face,
I also want you to know I'm finally moving on.
You muttered something under your breath,
But I couldn't read your face.
Please learn to forgive me,
and let go of any hate.
I wish you the best.
I wish you so many things.
I'm sorry I was so hurt.
And spoiled precious memories with a tainted taste.
I will always cherish all the memories you gave.
You were selfless for so long,
And put off searching for your fate.
Time passes and things get easier to say.
I'm understanding better,
All the reasons you couldn't stay.
Happiness will be found,
In stars, in streets,
In rain, and beach.
You'll find love again and again,
And you'll be stronger every time.
Waking every morning,
With your future on your mind.
I hope pleasures come,
Enough to make you scream.
I hope your energy will come,
Enough to make you dream.
I'm excited to see what women you'll grow to be.
Now, tomorrow, in 20 to 50 years.
I want to know how the lines on your face grow old,
After the things that they will bare.
I am excited to hear of exciting news,
Coming from your wonderful world.
You're ready for it all.
You're taking it all in.
You're better off,
then you've ever been.
I want to know what men you marry.
If they should work or fade.
I want to see pictures of your children,
When you have them oneday.
I've said and done things that I regret.
Please forgive me on your own time.
So that I can be a part of your life again.
I was blinded by pain, by misery, and by anger.
This is the one month aniversary of the day that you left.
I called you names, I lied, and howled.
I grew crazy by so many thoughts.
I needed time, and still need time.
To calm myself and thoughts.
We talked about taking time,
Waiting to move.
I took that as a promise.
I know that I was wrong.
You're body is yours.
It's none of my business,
and will never be again.
I just need to drop it.
Forgive myself for those sins.
I love you, and part of me always will.
You're so much further ahead of me,
Dealing with how this marriage ended.
I'm trying to recover.
I'm sorry I couldn't do it quicker.
is it just me or do I get worse and worse.
A bright future lumes in the dusk. An overbearing mother that cares too much.This is my life! My life breaking apart piece by piece. This mass of unsinkable ship. I don't write poetry anymore. Haven't in years. Truely why? Why was never clear. Alone away from home, reaching from insanity. White walls and padded room. Night watches and conversations with the interns. I will give up my favorite form of art just to come home. Flight of rage, and the mother walks away. This is my life. Tall glass to fill with a face not handsome enough, and a body with fat to spare. Don't tell me I'm wrong. I'M ALWAYS WRONG! You misguided emotional wreck who wouldn't accept submission only to beat me down again. FURIOUS! Something is left unsaid. Alone again. I miss my love. She never was Alyssa to me. Simply my love. My heart, my hope, my chance at a different fate then all alone. Now I'm just too little too late. Too fat and too fake.
Hope is a rope tethered to tomorrow
Love is a drug prescribed for deep sorrow
Dreams are a means to escape the very moment
Fate is a date that calls for ones atonement
Blue is a feeling assigned to certain days
Like when truth and honor goes their separate ways
Or when justice is thrown out of God's own court
And the devil becomes your only support
And so be it, the tether has been severed
Love's pharmacy has been closed due to stormy weather
There's no time to dream for the moment has been seized
And my fate is the fire that burns inside of me ...
The train comes by every morning bout 5
I wish that train could find a cliff and collide
Before the demons with it arrive
Always, some poison they unpack
Wherever it came from, I wish it’d go back
That whistle blower must be the most vile of all
He probably blew whistles during the disaster in Bhopal
Sounding off as thousands of people died
Now I hear melodies of their killer pesticides
Echoing deep thru the hills, into the chemical valley
Here it continues adding death to it's tally
So rich men can be richer, they threaten a poor mans fate
Acting like life is worth less than methyl isocyanate
I share with you a story
committed to memory in my castle tower,
an amusing tale of Benjamin Deamer
and his three legged dog named, Power.
Benjamin was nine years of age
and most happy when helping;
Power was two years of age
and most playful when yelping.
Benji's Grandma had a birthday
and was born in 1926.
She is, one might say,
at her best while showing off silly tricks!
Benji had a great idea for her birthday-
bake a cheesecake for a picnic
and she is, one might say,
clever with using chopsticks
to eat, to drum, to play
for all of her critics,
and as Benjamin would say,
"She has many nifty little gimmicks!"
"A cheesecake it is!
I'll fill it with fruit,
and I know she'll love this,
if I write on it with a cherry on top, 'I love you'!"
Power and Benji had a blast
gathering all the ingredients in a glass.
Power nosed Benji, "Please?", for cream cheese
while Benji made a crust from graham crackers he smashed.
Power fetched three eggs
and squished a lemon with his paw.
Benji was preparing strawberries,
sour cream, sugar and all.
In the blender for a spin
then the real fun begins,
when they get to beat the cream light and fluffy
and add some sweet pumpkin!
When all was done
Benji slid the cake in the oven.
Power and Benji watched intently
switching positions every dozen
minutes or so that time slowly passed,
patiently waiting forty-five minutes;
…..when, with a Ding!, Alas!,
Benji and Power swooped in like two bandits.
He let it cool for a bit
and grabbed his mom's basket,
carefully wrapping his gift
in some cellophane plastic.
Power was surprised
at the strength of the aroma;
it was quickly advised
to fetch Benji some grape soda.
The cheesecake was perfect
and Benji knew grandma would be ecstatic.
Benji had to leave with the basket
and Power, his bouncing sidekick!
He skipped and he jogged
carefully with his three legged dog,
carrying his basket with no soda
but a half gallon of eggnog.
Halfway to grandma's house
Power took to chase with a pigeon,
darting into a work zone
with three feathers stuck to his chin.
Benji thought of the hugs
he was going to receive,
for such a thoughtful gift for grandma
that she wouldn't believe.
Power had his own plans
chasing a bird 'round that work zone.
He was a little freaked by those wingspans
and of his playful, young world unknown!
Benji stopped at a gate
whistling and waiting for Power.
He felt that this might be the bird's fate,
surely soon to turn sour.
From around a corner he dashed
into the lap of Benji!
The cheesecake had crashed
popping out of the basket so easy!
Landing in a square of new cement,
bordered by a thin caution ribbon,
Benji and Power had no comment
about their gift that had fallen
into that slab of thick cement.
They worried what grandma would think
of how much this gift meant
left only with eggnog to drink!
With heads down they walked
the last mile to her house.
Sadly, they cried and talked,
never louder than that of a mouse.
Power galloped up to grandma
with Benji not far behind,
sitting erect with tired paws
not yet relaxing to unwind.
Grandma reached out her arm
and pulled in a bummed out Benji,
saying to her grandson,
and his three legged charm,
"the world's troubles stop when you hug me-
and I love you with a cherry on top!"
She is now waiting
at my front door,
I hear her laughter echoing
I want more….
She slivers through the door
as she slowly moves,
she's guided by the stench
of poisonous booze..
She has a pressed on an ego...
her words a scapel,
cutting deep into my spine.
She cries dry tears
into her liquor,
any twinge of conscience
thin not thicker.
I trip and I fumble
it seems everyday,
as I try to keep her
from my heart's pathway.
I dream of something more
but I'm led astray,
but soon I'll leave this hell
and have my say.
I can't climb out
of this blaze she's built,
her fiery waves
attempt to hide her guilt.
She laughs as she watches
with double crossed fingers
she thinks she's sealed my fate.
My direction now,
is flustered orange and blue,
thoughts that my mind
simply can't filter through.
I see the fiction
in her diverting eyes,
as she runs her hands
down her tempting thighs.
I dream upon dream
of something more,
full of grace and beauty
a pleasure to adore.
But for now she will suffer
I won't care at all,
She will follow my plan,
one marked for
by my son.
Miss him so.............
The 'wheel of Dharma' with eight spokes leads from the front,
I bow to the Buddha's 'eightfold path' and walk forward,
My love, the octopus, my 'dharma consort'; I didn't choose her myself,
her eight hands passionately sought me and found ,
I surrendered to the possibility of abundant caresses.
Her eight lithe hands, touch and tangle me, sloshing her love.
A journey man I am, a humble seeker too, walking sun splashed paths,
equally in love with dusky night and moon beams tender.
When I am in pain and distress, any one's fate in this planet,
she transforms to love eightfold and more, scented breeze at my bedside.
Eightfold path---Right view, right intention,right speech, right action,right livelihood, right effort,right mindfulness, right concentration.This is fourth of Buddha's 'four noble truths'
Dharma consort--Indian concept of wife is as equal partner in observing various life Dharmas-righteous path-so wife is called "Dharma patni"