Footprints line the harshest ground;
Signs that life can spread and grow,
No matter what might bring it low.
The bells chime once, and no one makes a sound.
A nations stands together for a day,
Joined as one beneath a single name;
How odd it is to see the world this way.
Sorrow helps us realise we’re the same.
He took their pain and turned it into joy,
Chose sacrifice to show them what was wrong;
He made a mark that time cannot destroy,
And taught the people how to sing love’s song.
I hope we haven’t found his path too late;
Love comes to us more naturally than hate.
I told him
I would love him forever
for by nature love is kind
the warmth of lips don't grow and lose easily
bodies die but the soul remains
I would love you as much as I can
Knowing that even thousand/s of years would past
our love for each other
will never fade
as we promise not to leave each other
and together we will smile on the things that
will try to bring us down
And one day our souls will meet
and have their own language to speak
and who knows
in that light
holding each other hands
In unquietness and stillness
In darkness or in lightness
I would love you forever
For I can only live and die once
my heart feels comfortable
that once in my life you touched the place
and show to me
that love never dies
We know we will die in the end
Forget everything happened in physical
but the emotions and love that we give to each other
will remain in this world
And in our new life
up in the sky
we shall find our souls
and continue the love and life we
will be leaving in the earth.
How long would it take for me to grow?
My feet were half the size of yours
And yet they fit so perfectly together
But that was a long time ago,
And since those days I've grown for the better.
You and I, we were tight
And I lived only for your sweet insight;
I couldn't conquer darkness without being shown light
And mornings spent alone in Central Park
You offered constant but candid snark
And you helped me lose my fear of the dark.
I want to be a woman like you.I want someone to say,'wow you look so good today'and to take me away from all this,to kiss me and hold me,to be bold and so sold on me,I want to be,
it's not possible
I know, I only grow as I am and I grow as a man,but I dream of the day when a man holds me the way
I hold you.
In the sad hours after the soft question
(and the quiet answer)
the ravens are always more beautiful,
as if in their rupturing cries
the hollows that seem so vast
then have walls.
It was a big question
and it took all my heart -
a small answer
that made me smaller still
and the crows now dance, mocking.
There - here:
the streetlights never burned so brightly -
the crevice in that back wall
a nest to its own.
Perhaps if I could grow smaller still
it would hold me safe
from all regret.
“I feel very dependent on people’s mood and that’s a really bad addiction because you’re always expecting something good when it’s not up to your own actions.
You think people can make you happy but the thing is
They don’t even know how you feel about them and most of the time, they just don’t fucking care.
They like you for a day and find you annoying.
When they see you, they’re smiling but they hate you in secret.
They wanna make you believe you’re a nice person
But stab you in the back when they talk to other people.
What’s gone wrong I wonder and who are they?
I found out they were closer than I’d like to own up.
My neighbors, my classmates
Former friends or students I’ve talked to once cause they asked for my help.
They’re everywhere and think the same.
They swear on truth but their mouths speak poison
Their eyes are snakes and whatever they say, it’s a lie that comes out.
How can they be honest when they’re lying to themselves?
They don’t know about love, about trust.
I hate how they pretend to be free when they’re just lost but they don’t know it
They’re ignorant and they’re mean and I’m so sick of their tricks
I’d do anything to make them see it.
It’s hurtful and destructive
The anger won't wear off
And I wanna stop believing they know what they’re capable of.
Someday they’ll wake up and realize it’s useless to claim they don’t care
Cause they don’t know it but they do.
That’s a thing they hate to admit but they should.
And it’s alright to be weak
Being true isn’t a flaw.
Stop kicking your heart so hard
It’s just waiting for you to grow".
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."
Every fiber of my body is on edge, seething with a burning urge to be alive.
More alive than this repetitive stasis that is Educational routine.
My blood thrums and sings with the desire and yearning for otherworldly adventures.
The uncontainable demanding within my soul that CRAVES more than a dull life set within the confines and standards of a society that has disbanded the thrill seeking pleasure that is and was the old world. Now we have to pay a small fortune in order to obtain a moment where we transcend grey and our colors blast and shoot through the spectrum in solar flare heartbeat pulses of excitement that dulls far too soon.
I want to taste sea salt and raindrops on my lips, grains of sand beneath my feet.
To feel every nerve in my body alight with the spark of something more.
To face the unknown, not in a city nor my home cowering for the remainder of my life.
But to claim my destiny with both hands, clutching my glaive firmly in battle stances while gazing unafraid into the eyes of my nemesis, my enemy. To duel it out on stormy seas, sails billowing, lifelines secured, braced upon the slick decks of pirate ships soaked with rain while torrents of wind lash at my body during a dangerous battle between lovers, demanding my downfall at the hands of nature but instead of falling to it I would prevail and arise. Where lightning cracks across the sky like a golden whip, where thunder roars in agony across the cosmos like Atlas holding up the weight of the sky.
Engaged in the throes of battle while the air is rich and pungent with the scent of steel and the satisfying clang of blades locked in combat. Sword against glaive, antagonist and protagonist.
To battle and seek, to pursue those who dare take whom and what I love. To become MORE. To transcend the fabric of dreams and turn all this into something tangible, to grasp it tight and shower the seeds of dreams into the soil of the real world, and to help it bloom into a reality I've wished for my whole life.
Instead of sitting around writing about how much more I long for. I don't want to be trapped in columns, in places at certain times.
To change the world, to alter my dull fate and the chance to make the stuff of my daydreams and night visions into more than just letters on a page. To whisper and weave the song of those worlds into the fabric of this twisted reality and watch as stardust mends the frayed edges.
Perhaps it is this fate, that my dreams never see the light of the midday sun
that there is not a strong enough conviction nor skilled weaver to bring about the change I long for.
We grow up in a world filled with fairy tales and books filled to the brim with stories to capture our imagination and you cant expect me to suddenly still be content and satisfied with the damnable grayness that is the black and white of our world that will never be filled with color.
And I will be doomed to write out worlds and cultures I can never touch and interact with, never will I be able to grasp the soil of the other worlds and exist within the places I make.
Never will we, of earth, trapped inside dull grey columns ever truly experience freedom.
Not even with our words for we cant even paint the sky a different color other than grey, and the ground beneath our feet will only ever be black. Despite the colors we think we see, they're not the colors we want. Just pale washed out shades of worlds we will never be a part of.
Savouring the wait,
Laying out the bait,
Groan escapes your lips,
Slight shiver of hips,
Finally, I feel your touch
Subtle pressures, not too much,
Hands upon me, with insistence,
Growing rough, meet no resistance,
Your hopes in one hand and a bottle in the other.
You drop everything just to open the cap and take another drink.
Your eyelids grow dark and the whites of your eyes turn bloodshot.
Your jaw drops as you fall deeper into despair.
You find yourself in the bed of a stranger,
and beg for me to come get you.
I do just to hear you recall the night over the phone
to one of your friends.
About how he was so much better,
and how he treated you right.
I should’ve left you stranded, just like he did.