Alone a soldier stands,
deaf in ringing ear,
from fire of the battle,
that happened far too near.
His jacket and his boots,
stained with blood and gore,
his very thoughts pain him,
the sight of all the horror.
The body lying at his feet,
the body his friend once manned,
lies broken, twisted, and lifeless,
on the fearsome land.
No time to mourn
The men untimely lost.
He must move on,
No matter the cost.
The soldier hears footsteps,
the enemies pounding the ground.
He knows his time is coming.
He knows that recurring sound.
The enemy is ‘round the wall,
the soldier’s courage rising.
As he prays to God for safety,
his memories are sizing.
He thinks of his home,
his country, his state.
He thinks of his family,
whom think of the date.
The date of his return,
the time when he would weep.
The day when life went on,
and the night he could sleep.
All these thoughts in his head,
pouring in like rain.
The enemy rounds the corner,
and sees the one yet to be slain.
The enemy loads his daunting rifle
and begins to take his aim.
The soldier takes hasty action,
both men doing the same.
The enemy fires,
the bullet whipping out like rope.
The lone soldier shouts in silence,
“I still hold onto hope!”
This hope continues to remain,
In every soldiers heart.
For a battle in a war,
is only just a part.
hop onto the bed of the truck
bouncing along highway 66
don't worry about that unborn baby
when you should be thinking
of his soon to be abandoning daddy
I know you're on parole
but we must leave our home state
to run to a pitiful situation
we imagine to be fantastic
better than anything that is here
would you really kill again?
when facing the cops, you would
but regret and remorse (and Ma)
hold you back
crossing the expansive desert
only to discover granma's been dead a while
"Ma, why di'n't ya tell?"
"It's better this way"
ain’t she the lucky one
to not see this horror
wishing you the best from CA!
Dappled light through sheltering leaves
on a perfect summer’s day.
My lady love lies on the grass
Alas to pray, not play,
For I am one who gave his all
And have no more to give.
O’ to be anywhere but this,
I wanted so to live.
To hold you close,
and feel your kiss.
To let you have your way.
Honor’s call was
cruel to us both
on this Memorial day
(this is a spoken word poem, the entirety of which is intended to be read with a single breath. understanding that we cannot all do this, i have not broken it up into verses or any form at all so that, hopefully, as you stream through it you don't stop - thanks!)
but if you're listening...
just beyond the fog of dreaming in your presence
so connected to the gravity of rainy days in a bed
that i was in so frequently it almost belonged to me
january blew icicles into me punching holes where
all the warmth leaked out weeks ago you once told
me its the people you break that know you the best
somewhere you had kissed me long as if i belonged
spouting your black coffee monologues on street
corners never caring to remove a cigarette from
your mouth like a painting dirty with reality
been waiting all my life just to worry about now
can it just wait can it all go away the rain stains
dance out there like the asphalt has turned to
water breaking my heart to wake from dreams
of you refusing to rise from my place of waiting
straining to hear the echo remnant melody of a
song you never sang pretending you are here to
make this hole feel a little smaller some authority to
my heart you hold you're out of reach beyond my
senses leaving your imprints like scars suffocating
in your silence the empty quiet periods of my life
you leave and without accepting
...i grieve
I make myself sick with indecision-
to vomit up the colors this world is missing.
Hoping maybe someone steps in it and takes a moment of their day to trace their footprints back to where it began.
Maybe they'll notice that it all started in the belly of a girl who just can't keep still.
She's just someone who needs more to hold it down.
Will you promise to hold me while I fall apart?
Will you promise me to light the way we're heading?
Will you promise me those two things?
Will you promise to make me keep breathing?
Will you promise me that you'll hold my hand?
Will you keep these promises if you make them?
Will you promise to be my sister until the end of time?
Will you promise me that we'll make the climb side by side?
Will you promise?
Will you promise me you'll love me?
I hope you love me
I hope you'll climb next to me
I hope you and I will be sisters forever
I hope you take my hand in yours
I hope I keep being forced to breathe
I hope you'll light the way
I hope you will hold me when I fall apart
But that's all I can do.
Is pray, hope, wish, believe you'll keep these promises
Babe, I love you so much, you have no clue.
Taz, you're my sister from another mister.
Just promise me this:
Forever and always, TOGETHER.
You're present when I hear this song.
As if our moments in time
and futures unknown
simply belong.
One hears the sound of pure water
that you hold so dear.
Washing away regret
and all that you fear.
Its rhythm flows with dark ease,
surfing over thresholds,
and teasing boundaries of time.
Just as you gracefully ebb
from your story's past
and aspire to freely climb.
Its tempo jumps to be fully present
and slows its beat to meet our urgent.
Just as your gifts to us become more fluent,
your love of life becomes your servant.
Its tone is
light,
deep,
abundant.
Just as your voice shares its
insight,
sentient.
The song takes its time to bring us through,
As you unveil the vibrance of your colorful view.
And as you savor today's moments,
seek it significance,
in everything
you do.
C. . .
I hope you
like this song,
this poem,
Oh, I hope I got it right.
I felt your presence,
heard this song,
wrote this poem,
just tonight.
She believes in happy things
Invisible beings with fairy wings
Fluttery butterflies make her dance
An endless game of happenstance
Eyes of wonder, transparent soul
The world is cruel but she doesn't know...
She greets me with smiles from ear to ear
To hold her heart I solemnly swear
Gentle touch soothe the soul
In her presence I turn to gold
She holds my restless heart at bay
As she executes her innocent ways...
Her plans get lost in the making
A pouty face when shes faking
Empty cups of invisible tea
Cartoon bandages when she bleeds
Shelves filled with eyes that stare
She loves her tattered teddy bear...
Crayon drawing of sunny skies
She draws me with big wide eyes
Read me a story, she hands me a book
It's past her bedtime but she gives me that look
I tuck her in and read her asleep
And pray my love she'll always keep...
the little ones suffer the most when relationships fail...
To return to the past…a wish of a dying man.
Forever trapped by a love lost.
To turn back the hands of time is worth more than gold...
More precious than gems...
Trying to not looking down that path as best he can,
wishing, hoping, wanting, “at any cost!”
He shouts to the wind as his body grows old
and weary. He closes his eyes to not open again
but wait…
His ears they hear…
“Love…Oh my Love…Come back to me, my Love…”
These words will one day cross him and what he shall not do
is not hold her until the sunsets and the moon rises.
He won’t not kiss her lips as if they would disappear before him…
He won’t not love her until the end of time…
and when that time is placed before him…
He won’t not give all of his gold and gems…
to receive that time again.
He's held for us a shy court,
In the continuity of my world.
Where time under anesthesia
First feels the cold of my shoulder,
While still showing a vague interest
In what he makes of the sordid elements
I've deposited at his feet.
Until his acting as what I've presented
Has perfected his imperfections.
His unwrapping this horror
Has lost the only bookmark
I'd destined to hold the significance of your laughter.
'This object is worthless'
He laughs, and then asks,
'Is it the grayest of ugly gifts?'
I reckon it is,
But remain stoic.
Not too unlike this damage now done.
My picking up these pieces
Of his paper misery
Reveals where the torn of his envelope
Has concealed the light of my gesture.
The key hides elsewhere tho',
On the shores of love.
A once deplorable trinket,
It now derives to hold the heart
Of my oldest fable.
So I destroy it without regret.
