Moving through the pastoral serenity of rolling fields
with forests, hills and dancing streams,
Calmly flowing in golds, greens, and mists of blue
We were captured under the moonlight beams.
A winding stone path led to a wooden porch
that kept the home and heart philosophically one,
For it was there where poetry and dreams were shared
Spoke by candle but forged by midnight sun.
The aged patina gently warmed the heart of pine
that lay beneath the fireplace of stone,
With an artistically hand carved mantlepiece
It held our textured book bindings as their throne.
Yes my dear we are finally home……….
Arms at her sides
Hangin' like a noose loop
Radio music sporadic static
Choking air waves
Her heart is locked up
She keeps it in the bottom drawer
Her house is surrounded by chain-link
Shes too good for you
She has a picnic alone
Feeding crumbs to the ants
So grown up and independent
I thinks its just chemical imbalance
Are you still waking up
To the shotgun blast alarm clock
Sleeping in the pitch black
Washing dishes burning matches
Watching television addict
To have it all figured out
You'll choke on the pieces
Dog on a short chain
Too good for me
Too busy curing cancer
And feeling sorry for yourself
Someone told me what you said
I was a piece of shit hick
A drug addict rat
Maybe when I grow up
I've got a strong chin
Been hit many times before
There's the door
Each time you return
I've run father away.
Does that make your presence any less beautiful?
Your orbit any less strong?
My heart of hearts any less willing?
Each time you return
I've run farther away.
Does that make me any less lost?
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry"
Alone in a room,
Music slowly plays,
Songs of loneliness,
Songs of loss,
Yet songs of love.
Concealed in darkness,
Retreating from reality.
Every strums of the guitar,
Pulling me deeper and deeper
My eyelids close,
Allowing a tear out,
A disoriented, dark, slowly fading light, shines on.
A beacon of hope and sorrow,
Alone in the room.
Concealment in the dark
Quiet screams for help.
Life sure is a mystery...
One whistle of a wind,
I am on top of the world,
One drop of rain,
I am in a room concealed by dark.
The light shines in a dark room resistant,
Yet so futile.
A knock on the door remains ignored,
A child, once afraid of the dark, embraces it's warm concealment.
Absolute quiet as the guitar continues to strum.
Songs, oh the songs.
The sweet melodies.
Words that taste like nectar.
Notes that speaks to the very soul.
Just for one moment,
A song makes sense.
Nonsense becomes reality.
Have I finally gone mad?
Have I refuted reality?
My heart becomes darker and colder.
Yet I embrace it.
The knock becomes more anxious.
A voice pleading.
Gone into the concealing darkness
The beacon of hope turns off.
The Lonely Light dies out,
The room is left dark.
Nothing to disturb this peace.
Pitch black and quiet.
Warm and alone in this room.
A Single Wish.
Into Infinite Concealment of a Blank Room.
The door swings opens,
Shining the light of reality into the room,
Disturbing the sacred peace of the darkness.
But I am already gone.
Slipped Away To A Better World
I don't like you.
Not at all.
You're a tempest.
You're a squall!
You've the personality
Of cable tar.
It is not my fault
You're who you are.
You test everyone
It matters not to you.
Through and through!
And you're bitter,
As though life owes
As though you've tied
Your every selfish want
And bound it up
In silly string.
I don't like you.
I've done my share.
But you've a cold,
And now I just don't care.
You trample over feelings
When you could have made a friend.
Your language undeserving.
Your boasting shows no end.
Your carelessness is costly.
Such a heavy price to pay
For crushing those about you.
So will you please just
Copyright © 2012 Richard D. Remler
"False friends are worse than open enemies."
Your eagerness is uncontainable,
Your eyes roam freely
Unable to resist bouts of flitting pleasures.
Even as it bleeds with remorse at times,
Your heart nurtures forbidden desires...
Unbecoming of one bound by marriage vows.
A face of beauty is hard for you to ignore.
It beckons you,
And you drift away so easily, lost...
Left with no qualms on complications
Shattered relationships prick you like a pin.
Still, you let your fickle heart rule,
And you succumb…..’til your needs
Have been calmed for the moment.
You feel sorry. Once more, your heart bleeds.
“This insatiety has got to end,” you tell yourself
Over and over, but it has become a habit…..
For later on, your eyes would roam again
With such eagerness,
Unable to resist those that excite you,
Unable to break free from this perfidious cycle……
Sally A. Bayan
The girl with the smile.
The perfect storm.
Wonderful. Just. Wonderful.
Aren't we a shy pair? The names
you use to describe me to others are cute indeed
but I'd like them better if you used them with me.
I'm more than Lauren, your friend from school.
I'm the "electric wonder" who you deemed "too cool"
to pursue back in eighth grade. So you sat back like a
fool and let me get my heart broken by a boy who didn't care.
I forgive you though,
because you were there when he let me down.
And it was your hug that I'd wished had been his all along.
And back in tenth grade when another stood me up,
it was you, skinny love, who picked me up. From a
lonely cold night outside the movies. It was you,
who took me out for ice cream and it was you,
who told me he wasn't worth the trouble.
In tenth grade you deemed me an exciting beauty who
could never fall for a man like you. But all along it was
your hand I wished had been holding mine.
And my senior year when we parted ways,
and we reminisced about the days we had
you had a look on your face. Like there was something
you just had to say. But instead,
you told me you'd miss me when I was at college
and nothing more. You made me the girl with the smile
that ignited the light in your heart but you did not tell me.
You let me go. And I never let you know that I wish it had
been you in school who I called my own.
Summer after I came home from my first year away,
you said I had changed. I had purple in my hair
and the care I once had of the opinions of others was
gone. We spent weeks together, like nothing had changed.
And when I cried because I had to leave you again you
were the one,
who calmed my fears and promised to visit once you'd move in.
I was your perfect storm of grace and tragedy. And it was you,
who I wanted to share every moment with during those warm summer nights.
Sophomore year you brought me to a party. I
didn't know anyone and your friends were rude.
And when I wanted to leave and never come back it was you,
who stood up for me and told them I was perfect.
You said I was Wonderful. Just. Wonderful. And after all
the times I let the truth stay bottled up inside I finally
let it out. That kiss on the porch was not the wine, nor the
weed. It was me. It was you. It was us. It was all the times
you were there for me and all the times I'd secretly wished
you were those boys who'd let me down.
So why? Skinny Love? Why continue on this way?
No need for another heart break. Let's admit the
way we feel, my friend,
the way we've always felt.
For tenth grade me.
For senior year you.
For the times we cried together.
And hid our feelings for each other.
Come now, skinny love, tell me how you feel.
I can't keep on doing this
I have to make things right
Between us...Just you and I.
I hit my rock bottom
When I looked into your eyes for the final time
I saw it
The hurt slipping from your eyes
Down your cheeks.
I just turned my back
Took off running
To a sanctuary that could save me
We're only in 8th Grade
I was gone from a world
Taken to another one,
I threw the damn weights off my back
I came to the world of reality.
A world of happiness and love.
So I can't walk the halls on Monday
With you walking silently beside me
Both of us, together
I suppose a, "Hello" don't mean much
I won't ditch you because of a heart break
That's not who I am
You and I weren't supposed to be together
My world was spiraling out of control
About to explode when I heard you yell my name
And I will not keep doing this
I've picked myself up
Stopped the self-hate
Now I'm climbing up Everest
When I reach the top
I guess I'll call out your name
Like you yelled mine as I ran away
See if you call back
Because I have to make things right
Between you and I
I love you like crazy,
Only want the best for you. Happiness, love, security.
I'm sorry for being so isolated from you.
Can we start all the way over?
Get to know each other without the awkwardness of a crush?
Not letting depression live MY life.
So I need to fix things between someone who's really close to me.
I'm so grateful to have them in my life, I wish I could've stopped to think:
What I may have done to her. What I just put her through.
Be gentle-- boy
We really don't want to
Lose it now
We do have a stake in the game
We do still know
What LOVE means
The boys are hurtin the girls real bad
The girls are doin the same
The words we want aren't found
In the mouth
Only the Heart can speak
Thru pure silence unto the pain
Thru the death unto real peace
And unto what we need
We are gentle
Your most essential Vitality
You still have a stake in the game
And the world
You still know
What LOVE means
bonnie and clyde since we committed our first felon
our intimacy was just supposed to be my teenage rebellion
you were a schemer
with a wicked demeanor
i was a dreamer
with a heart full of fever
i said i was bonnie and you said you were clyde
but how sad to realize i made it up in my mind