I think my epitaph should read
Here lies a man of question.
A man who dreamed the pointless dreams
That lead to indigestion.
I think my epitaph should read
Here lies a man who had a clue.
Who never knew the things he knew
His friends all thought he knew.
I think my epitaph should read
Here lies a man of simple need.
A man of solitude and grace,
Who had a very simple face.
I think my epitaph should read,
Here lies a man who would indeed
Grin and chuckle, smile and laugh
That he'd ever get an epitaph.
Copyright © 2010 Richard D. Remler
A boy sat on a grassy bluff outside a village.
Long ago. Far away.
He sat. Staring down a winding trail.
That boy would watch the trail in misty morning dew.
Often he would and for years it was a rituai.
The women of the village
Walked that trail down to the river. Down to the rocks.
With baskets peched atop their heads and arms hung by
Down the trail to river rock. And churning emerald
Pool.the river was the cleanser and the rock a pounding tool.
A long procession of balance and grace. a practice old as time.
Then back the trip of swaying hips and poise. In young or old.
The rock. The grace. The. Quiet noise. A pageant.
That boy was me
That river rock still calls the women
Slow procession. Natural and endless charm.
The rock. The trail the emerald tide.
The womens hips. The undulate .
The basket never falls.
The river calls.
The onset was a subtle thing;
a clumsiness, a loss of grace.
She who had been strong and proud
was, suddenly, listless, out of place.
A weakness in a muscle here.
A spasm in a tendon there.
The prognosis, like a hammer strike
to the unsuspecting steer.
First came the cane,
Then came the chair.
Long before them
Came the fear.
The loss of strength
And motor skill
Lou Gehrig’s illness
left just her will.
Yet with that will she loved her man
Wrote a book with just one hand
Saw as much of the world she wished,
left them wanting one last kiss.
Then, when breathing became a chore,
She didn’t do it anymore.
To be surprised by death, she felt
Was the best way to manage
The hand she was dealt.
I am war,
I am bleeding faith
Turn away once more
Is a killing grace
Tears of despair
In untold numbers
The lives I have spent
To gift you
The death angels stare
I don't think people
I was born
In the depth of their soul
Fading to black
Seething In lies
Is consuming you whole
Now listen at the weeping sky
Hear mother's raging
Watch children die
chaos being the stated goal
Drink of war for your share of the lie. Hy
- Part I
I feel the sunshine,
The warmth and the beauty
Of it on my face.
Sunshine in my heart
Making me sing a sweet song,
A sweet melody.
Sunshine in my face,
Leaving me it's pretty grace,
Of it's love so warm.
Sunshine in my head,
Making me think of my friends,
And my parents dear.
Sunshines on you, friend,
Makes your heart light and happy,
Makes you feel carefree!
Makes you want to dance,
Through fields of everlasting
Sweet and soft flowers.
Sunshines through dark,
Making everything light,
It is day again.
Even through dark times in your,
Her wings are gold but silver lined
Her eyes greeted us as she would glide
The curses rose from every soul
From every heart left cleansed inside
Watch her in her grace and glory
As her beauty tells a story
Of her life of purity
Raining hope and slowly pouring
Roses are red
But violets are blue
If I were to lose her what would I do?
Thoughts in my head
Cycled through and through
This world abused her and blinded she flew
Away and depressed
The pain has still grown
And I was impressed, the restraint she’d shown
Yet she has been blessed
With a seed of hope
And again one day she will come home.
i am an asshole
and I feel weird
all the time
and I have mood swings faster than the striking of snakes
and my rage comes like hurricanes
and my euphoria like spring rain
quick and furious
i am bitter like
and i laugh at things
and i wring my hands
and bite my lips
i have no social grace
and i dislike more things in this world than i can admit
but i make you lunch.
and let you cry on me
fill your pockets with lavender for luck
and witch bottles full of blood and my hair
and pour salt
and put on party dresses
and pick flowers
and bring wine
and i pour fire in the mouths of those who hurt you
and i abandon you for days
when the dark in my head
gets too loud
but not really
i think about you all the time
i don’t want you to see the lightening striking and the
lion roaring and screaming in my mind
when i tally up my skin
and empty my stomach i
don’t want you to see
i don’t want you to abandon me
fucking leave me
don’t abandon me
and i know you need space too
because i can be suffocating
when i disappear into my own head
people don't miss me
when i put so much effort into being
a some-what human being for you
My mom only three
Not a single memory
Of that big tall soldier
Used to bounce her on his knee
The Irish man gone,
Grace raised her little girls.
She pierced their ears and
she brushed their curls
And every month she bought two bonds.
Told them stories so they could go beyond
the iron in the ground, the lumber on the hill.
That small town two girls watched out the window sill
Between the man’s death and hers
Grace lived 50 years
But still she loved him
And the daughters they held dear
Words are letters only,
The sounds they disappear
It’s the sadness in our hearts
That will keep our grandma near
I'm always falling for girls who are arrows shot through the hearts of prodigal sons.
You've been in my head for days.
I've been clinging to your later
Like a shipwrecked sailor
Clings to the shattered bow
As the ocean tries to swallow him whole.
You swallowed me whole,
And you barely even opened your mouth;
Just wide enough for me to taste honey
And see stars that have been three nights creating haloes around my drunken head.
But you'll only hold my hand in the shadows;
You'll only ask me how I am if you know the answer will be
I've got you under my skin
But you're under it, girl.
You're seven layers deep,
And suddenly you're rushing through my bloodstream
And filling my body with a five-dime dream
That is only of your face.
Everyone knows that web of red veins
All lead back to the heart.
So I'm putting up fences
But leaving gaps between the posts
So when you’ve circulated my system
and I can feel you tingling electricity in every one of my cells
It’ll look like the bars I’ve put up were to keep you out
But really the space between was to let you in.
I’ll be shining a light so bright that maybe you’ll grow powdered wings
and flutter towards me like a moth who can’t ignore the flame for even one more second.
You’re more like a butterfly though.
When I look at you I see every colour;
I see grace and beauty, and in your voice I hear a melody so sweet it makes me wonder
whether you’re a girl,
Or if maybe you’re a songbird.
Maybe you build a new nest every night
From twigs and feathers and broken hearts.
You showed me a cutting of your old boyfriend’s hair
That you keep in your wallet
Because you dream of recreating him.
I thought if I knew how I’d make an army of this boy for you,
I’d carve his face from limestone
And give him blossoms for eyes
But I’d give him my lips,
So that when you kissed him I’d taste you.
And it’s not like I’d make you,
But inside my head we’re every day making each other laugh;
We’re every day running through dappled fields,
Calling each other’s names,
Smelling each other’s hair.
It’s the sweetest thing.
That’s all I really want to say
Is that you make me smile and dream,
And sometimes I’m looking at your face
For just a bit longer than you’re looking at mine,
And in the half-light I think,
Isn’t she beautiful.
(The holy breath and you're free)
They came and told you everything
But in high school....
Makin love in the back seat
(Pictures on Facebook )
(One touch of grace and you're free)
Do not fear
And you're free
Do not fear
Death and you're free